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

Although there are some things that people won't believe even if he tells them, he is still a little worried about what these bigwigs see.

In his opinion, sometimes, the word "mystery" has a derogatory connotation.

Fortunately, everyone just mentioned it casually, and didn't mean to delve into it...

It took four or five hours for the plane to fly back, and it was already late at night in the bureau. He packed his things into the file box, moved them into the BAU, and put them on his desk.

Then he stretched himself, took the key and went back.

Packing something, he just wants to sleep now, and it took him two days to solve the case. Relying on coffee to refresh himself is simply too terrible. If he doesn't sleep, he will die suddenly... He always feels that he has become squeamish after returning... …

"Hey, Chris, you haven't left yet?" Garcia stood at the stairs, looking at the young man leaning on the table stretching, a little worried.

"Oh, I'm leaving right now, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I'm going home now, should you hurry back too?"

"Well, do you want me to see you?" Carol asked, thinking it was always dangerous for a girl to go home alone at this late hour.

Garcia was stunned for a moment, and said repeatedly: "No, no, I still have a date..."

"Okay then, I wish you a good time." Carol smiled.

Young people are full of energy... Carol Chris, who has been single for hundreds of years, feels emotionally.

When he got home, he took the key and planned to open the door. Suddenly, he was attracted by a small box at the door.The box is not big, the size of a palm, and the packaging is very delicate, like a gift, with a bow tie, and it is placed quite out of the way.

The earrings weren't hot, but he was used to being cautious, picked it up carefully, pulled out the dagger, and cut the tape on it——

Inside, an old-looking video tape was placed carefully, surrounded by small sponge chips, which were cushioned and impact-resistant.There was also a card that read: "From, dear Carol."

"..."

Emmm, Carol couldn't think of who gave it to him. After all, after he came back from the reincarnation world, he lost contact with those former friends and moved...

Open the door, go in, find a projector, Carol sits on the sofa, pours a glass of milk, and turns on the projector.After a burst of snowflakes on the screen, he himself cut in with a slightly green look, without any defense.

At that time, he was still blond, with a rebellious look, he liked punk, he liked basketball, he was flying with his classmates, clubbing, drinking and fighting, he looked like a bad boy in other people's mouth, but, The parents didn't think there was any problem at all, they thought it was a child's play.

"Oh, look, Carol is already... From tomorrow, you will be an adult." The man's deep and magnetic voice made Carol tremble, and she almost couldn't hold the milk in her hand steadily.

He put the milk on the coffee table, restrained all his emotions, and sat there blankly, staring closely at the slightly blurred picture.

"Oh, baby! Your cake! Happy birthday to you!" A gentle voice came, and in the video, the woman's face was filled with happiness and joy.

He heard himself say, "Thanks Mom, I love it."

Carol's eyes turned red instantly, and he tried hard to bend the corners of his lips, but he couldn't smile.A kind of empty emotion occupied all his thoughts, and he gradually forgot even his sadness because of the reincarnation again and again.

He now wears black clothes, dyes black hair, is neither rebellious nor foolish, and has entered the police academy and the FBI, but unfortunately no one cares about these anymore.

The memories that were deliberately forgotten now flooded into his mind. All the details of that day were retrieved from the long-term memory area of ​​the hippocampus and replayed frame by frame.

The parents who were killed, the smell of blood lingering in the nose, and the endless darkness in the cramped wooden box.Time seemed to stand still at that moment. For so many years, this scene was already an old nightmare.

He didn't even know how it happened, it happened so fast...

He paused, turned off the lights, turned up the volume of the projector, and took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer under the coffee table.He didn't care about the non-brand, the smell was average, and the light from the lighter was a bit dazzling in the dark room.

Wisps of smoke rose up, covering his expression.

……

The next day, Carroll opened the window, threw away the empty cigarette pack, turned off the projector, and put the tape in the safe.No matter who sent it or what purpose it was for, this video tape was of great significance to him... because he sold his family's house and didn't even keep that little memory.

A sleepless night hadn't affected him in any way, other than a little dark circles... well, not a little, and Carol was a little distressed in the mirror.

The smell of cigarettes on his body was almost gone, he still brushed his teeth seriously several times, before leaving, he hesitated and sprayed a little bit of the cologne on the shelf.

Perfect, today is another delicate boy, except for the big dark circles under his eyes.

The phone in his trousers pocket vibrated, he took it out and took a look, the caller ID was an unfamiliar number, he frowned: "hello?"

"Do you like it?" Over there, the electronically synthesized voice made Carol unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"It's okay." Carol's voice was light, "Do you want me to say thank you?"

The man obviously didn't expect Carol to be so calm, and he was silent for a while: "No need, just like it."

Carol quickly wrote down the phone number, turned on the computer, hacked into the call center, and started tracking the location.

"I have something else here, I'll give it to you, don't worry—" Pa, the phone was cut off.

On the triangulation display page on the computer screen, the red dot that was still blinking suddenly disappeared, and nothing was found. This number is a one-time phone number, and the registration information is also fake.

He is not disappointed, maybe he had this premonition before, this person is so mysterious, he will definitely not let him find it casually, but don't worry too much, he is alone, without any worries, and he is facing him head-on, Who knows who will die.

but--

He thought about it, and called a forensic doctor who had exactly the same experience as him.

"Hey, Abraham, it's me, Carol, where's Henry?"

In Abel's antique shop, Henry just came out of the basement. He had just experienced a death that impressed him, and recorded the data in his own small laboratory.The pain of being shot to death is at least level seven, which is a little stronger than the pain of being pierced in the chest by the railing of the train last time...

To be honest, even after dying so many times, he is still a little uncomfortable (nonsense, who can adapt to this thing?).

"Henry, that guy called..." Abel was very wary of Carol, and directly called Carol 'that guy'.All in all not very friendly.

"Carol? How are you doing recently?" Henry answered the phone with a fake greeting.

"It's me. To be honest, I feel okay. Is the mysterious person who called you still there?" Carol went straight to the point.

"Of course, do you know his identity?" Henry suddenly regained his energy.

"No... But, I seem to be being watched too..."

Henry was silent for a moment, as if a little unbelievable: "Adam knows your identity? How did you expose it? Could it be that you were discovered when you were resurrected like me?"

Carol: "...I'm not resurrecting, Doctor."

"Yeah, indeed, but I have observed your situation carefully. After 1 minute of heart stop beating, it resumed beating again. Strictly speaking, it is indeed a kind of resurrection..."

"I'm not dead!"

"OKOK, Adam discovered your secret?"

"I don't know either." Carol was silent for a while, but still didn't express his guess.

He was discovered by the doctor at the time, and he stabbed the doctor on the spot...

As a result, when the two met for the second time, they both saw the shock in each other's eyes the moment they looked at each other.Carol still felt a little guilty about his behavior at that time. At that time, he had just returned from the world of reincarnation, and he was investigating the old cases of the year. Terrible.

The doctor was really a good man and saved him.

But he actually lacks a sense of morality, and is just a little guilty. Before morality, protecting himself is still the top priority.

He thought that the doctor came back from the world of reincarnation just like him, and after several times of testing, he found out that this guy is an old antique. Of course, compared to the two of them, he is still slightly better...

As for why they became friends... In fact, the main reason is that they can't kill each other.

Thinking about it this way, the doctor is also his friend (no).Carol sighed, hung up the phone, and drove to work.

FBI.

"Hi, Chris, it's so early. Didn't you sleep last night? The dark circles under your eyes are almost catching up with Rhett." Morgan handed Carol a cup of coffee and teased.

"..." Reid, who was caught by cue just after pushing the door open, "what's wrong? I slept for four hours last night!"

Carol who didn't sleep all night: "..."

"Did you smoke last night? Because of yesterday's bombing?"

Carol, who specially wore perfume to cover up: "..." How do these people know everything?

"Smoking is not an effective way to relieve stress. People are addicted to cigarettes only because of the nicotine addiction mechanism. The addiction mechanism is a chronic, recurrent encephalopathy caused by the interaction between addictive substances and the brain reward system. The main ingredient in cigarettes Tar and nicotine can cause severe pollution in the lungs, and can lead to lung cancer..."

"There is a case." Hodge opened the door and came in, interrupting Rhett's science introduction. He looked at Carol lightly and walked towards the round table.

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