[Comprehensive British and American] Become the best feasible plan in the audience

I really want to complete this task quickly and exchange for rewards. There are only five hundred points left before I can exchange for a 'death substitute'.He has been fascinated by this prop for a long time. With this prop, many of his plans can be executed more perfectly.

Carol sat on the bed, rubbed his forehead that was bruised again for some unknown reason, and sighed.It is true to say so, but now he doesn't even know what the mission is!

This has never happened before!

Now, he can't get in touch with the above, so he can only hang around on this plane, waiting for the opportunity to trigger the mission, but what if there is no such opportunity?Does he have to spend his whole life on this plane because of a mistake in assigning a mission?

Carol doesn't want to.

He is not tired of the constant rebirth of life, he likes the exciting feeling.He... doesn't want to live alone in a strange world.

However, in this case, there was nothing he could do.

Forget it, go to sleep, go to sleep, there is everything in the dream.

After much deliberation, the young man didn't come up with any solution. His eyelids were drooping, his forehead was slightly blue, and he looked a little pitiful. He wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled around on the bed twice, rubbed against the pillow, and closed his eyes.

On the other side, the team leader's father, who finally found the team members, walked with wind, but the depressed feeling between his brows had disappeared a lot.

He made a report to his superiors and applied for temporary protection from the embassy for Carol. He will send someone to bring him back at dawn tomorrow.

Whatever happened to him, Hodge thought, we've found him.

However, the one who was caught has not given any useful information yet, but is only serving his sentence in a federal prison for kidnapping.

In that video, there is another person on the run, hiding in the dark, staring at Carol, not knowing the purpose and identity, this cognition makes BAU feel like a stick in his throat.

"Okay, let's go back and rest, and leave tomorrow morning." Hodge nodded towards everyone, after thinking about it, he decided to fly a special plane there and bring him back.

Carol has been missing for almost a month.

In the past month, no matter how many cases they have handled and how many suspects they have arrested, there is always a haze hanging over everyone's hearts, and they can't let go.

……

The next morning, Carol pulled out his drowsy consciousness from the black mud, opened his eyes, the sky outside was slightly bright, and beside the crescent moon, the morning star shone brightly.

He feels very tired.

He obviously fell asleep, but it seemed that he had traveled thousands of miles.

The dream was grotesque, but the moment I woke up, I didn't remember anything, but my eyes felt sore.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the screen——

"Fuck!" He muttered in a low voice, his eyes were swollen and bitten by bugs.

Damn it, in winter, there are bugs with such tenacious vitality, picking his eyes to bite, this is simply too much!

Lying on the bed, Carol didn't want to move.

When he didn't receive the task, he was just a salted fish, or the kind of salted fish that bought salt and salted himself.

Carol is a salty fish and goes to bed early, but the consulting detective next door and his assistant are different. He went out in the middle of the night last night and hasn't come back yet. He was obviously caught by something.

The serial killer hidden in the dark showed his feet...or Sherlock saw the problem. After all, in Sherlock's view, it was just a small reasoning. This case is difficult, but it is for those in Scotland Yard. As far as the goldfish were concerned, for him, the case could at best only arouse his interest, so that he would not be so boring.

Police cars surrounded the dilapidated building in front. Inside, there were the new victim and the suspect who had been stalked for several days.

"Thank you this time." The detective came over, "Thank you for helping me solve this case."

Sherlock gave him a look: "You're welcome, the credit for this case belongs to you." He was only interested in the case, and fighting wits with those criminals was what he was interested in.

The police detective stopped for a moment: "No, you think I'm the kind of person who is greedy for credit. If it's your credit, it's your credit..."

Watson shook his head, stepped forward and patted the detective on the shoulder.

Sherlock is like this, always able to jump the popularity but there is nothing to do with him.

"The case is over. Go back?" Sherlock, who was jumping in anger, didn't feel anything, and turned his head to Watson.

Watson nodded: "Just so you can explain to me what our new neighbor is about."

"Do you still need to explain? John, it's observation, not watching. I think you've improved a little in the past few months."

Watson: "..."

Watson was used to it.

"I didn't 'observe' it, why don't you explain?" He would always ask these in a good-tempered manner, and Sherlock, who said it was stupid, would still explain it to him.

"I've seen him."

Watson: "?"

He was ready to hear Sherlock's tirade!

Sherlock looked over with innocent eyes, Watson: "..."

"Gone?"

"It's gone. I knew he was an FBI agent the first time I saw him. I found out that something was wrong with him through verbal testing, so I asked McCoff to confirm the news." Sherlock looked at Watson, "Otherwise he would I was invited by Mycroft to drink tea."

Watson: "..."

Apart from seeing that Carol is good at skills, he didn't see anything, and he didn't think about it, but it's right to think so, after all, McCoff is the younger brother in charge, so he must investigate Carol.

"Then what happened to him?"

"...I don't know how to escape, but I think the person who kidnapped him should be in England now. I just don't know what he wants."

"I just don't know what he wants." On the plane, Hodge looked at the slightly bright sky outside the porthole, "Or, what he has already got."

I don't know, and I can't guess.

"Anyway, find him first. We have to make sure he's not in danger." The dark circles under Rhett's eyes became serious again. Obviously, he hasn't slept well during this time.

Everyone stopped talking, but in fact, they all had a lot to say.

JJ suddenly laughed.

"Garcia is going to settle accounts with someone after I come back." She shook her head, thinking of Garcia angrily pulling Furry after being murdered.

After hearing this, Morgan also smiled: "I hope he won't be too miserable."

"It's so bold to hack Garcia's computer. Garcia has been talking about it for several days." Obviously Garcia's resentment was so great that Rossi also heard about it.

"Fortunately, he had a good relationship with Garcia before, otherwise..." Emily shook her head.

"Others will go to the embassy later, Rhett and Morgan will go to Baker Street." Hodge said, "Sherlock Holmes lives next door to Chris, and is the younger brother of Mycroft Holmes in the 'British Government', so the entire Baker Street It's under MI[-] surveillance, so be careful."

"Chris hacked into the UK's official database to fabricate his identity before. In order not to cause disputes, the FBI will negotiate with the British government, but we still have to be careful." Rossi said, "We will go to the embassy to meet."

Rhett and Morgan nodded and agreed to the arrangement.

……

Carol finished her breakfast feeling a little distracted today.

He turned on the computer, finished the order he received the day before yesterday, and got a sum of money from the other party, about five hundred dollars. After all, he was still very poor.

Taking orders online is mainly to do some simple program compilation, and the money comes quickly, but there is no guarantee. He is not sure that he will have a source of income every day, which makes him a little distressed. If he goes out to work...

Carol slapped his head, intending to find a job before finding the opportunity to trigger the mission, so as to prevent him from starving to death.

"Oh, Carol, what do you do today?" The landlady asked, looking at Carol who came out of the door.

"It's okay, I'm planning to go out and find a job, what's the matter?" Carol replied truthfully, the landlady was very kind to him, "Do you need my help?"

"Oh, of course, if you're not busy, you can help me..."

"Excuse me." The doorbell rang, and a calm voice came, "Does Carol Chris live here?"

Carol nodded apologetically to the landlady, went downstairs and opened the door.

"It's me, what's the matter?" Carol looked wary, looking at the little black brother and the white college student standing outside the door, wondering what the purpose of these two people came here.

Rhett and Morgan glanced at each other, and then looked at the group members with wary and unfamiliar eyes in front of them, feeling a little sad somewhere in their hearts.

"Why don't we go in and talk about it?" Morgan said, "This is a long story, of course, if you're interested."

Carroll turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Hudson: "No, just say it here."

Mrs. Hudson looked at the people outside the door, then at Carol, and waved her hand: "Come in, Carol, really, how can anyone stop guests from the door? What would you like to drink? Coffee or tea? "

Rhett smiled at Mrs. Hudson, and the old lady's heart was about to melt.

Carol gave Rhett a warning look, and Rhett looked over with watery eyes. For some reason, Carol felt a little guilty.

He turned his eyes away and let people in.

"What's the matter? Tell me. However, I'm talking about it before. I don't know what the mission is, and I can't go back." He realized that these two people were probably doing the mission with him.

Reid took a serious look at Carol: "We have a rough guess, do you want to hear it?"

Carol looked at Rhett with serious eyes. If there was substance in that gaze, the heavy oppression inside made Rhett feel a lot of pressure.

"Tell me?" He felt that the opportunity for the mission had come... As for whether these people told him or not, it didn't matter, he would always find out.

"Come home with us and tell you when we go back," Morgan said.

The author has something to say:

Morgan: I know what the mission is.

Carol: sharpen the knife

Morgan: I'll let you know when I get home

Carol: Heh

Ahhh, Dad, can you leave a comment for Huanzai?OK

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