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

"Do you think that you are the only one who is ready?" The madness in Kaman's eyes flashed, making Carol instantly vigilant. When these people go crazy, what can't be done?

"It doesn't matter, you can't escape now anyway." Carol gave Rhett an appreciative look when he heard the movement outside.

Reid blinked his big eyes twice, and met Carol's eyes, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

The wow-wow-wow police car stopped in a circle outside, and Detective Greg led someone to shout: "Carol Chris, you are surrounded, please raise your hands, put down your weapons and surrender!"

Carol: "???"

"Oh, the goldfish have already rushed over." In Sherlock's smoky blue eyes, the innocent expression was exactly the same as Rhett's. He tilted his head and met Carol's gaze, "Anyway, you won't be caught Catch it, don't you?"

"...well." Carol didn't know what to say, "Why don't you tell them to back off? You are hostages now, be serious."

outside the house.

"...Say it again, put down your weapon, step out, put your head in your hands..."

Greg's cell phone rang, and he picked it up to take a look. What he originally wanted to say was choked up by the words on the phone screen.

— This is just Sherlock's plan.

Signed by Mycroft Holmes.

"Sir?" The young policeman who called out looked at the detective suspiciously, his eyes were full of confusion.

Greg lost his temper at all, these brothers were born to overcome him!He put the phone back and picked up the speaker again: "OK, Sherlock, you can play by yourself."

Then he waved to everyone, and the surrounding policemen backed away in unison.

"So, we can't run away from these people now." Carol's eyes flickered.

"Well, I want to say—" Kaman looked up at Carol, "Stay with me?" The words were said with a smile, but the madness in the words made everyone present vigilant Yes, in Sherlock's headset, Mycroft's steady voice was a little nervous.

"Get out, Sherlock." This classic line came out...

In his hand, he held a white strip, which was not blocked by his sleeves, and it was truly displayed in front of everyone.

The upper cover was lifted to reveal a small blue button inside.

"It's really boring." Carol stared at that thing for a while, then suddenly turned around, turned his back to Kaman, and nodded slightly towards Rhett. His voice was faint, but there was a sense of disappointment. "Karman, you lost."

This was the first time that Carol called out his opponent's name so solemnly.

Carman paused: "Ah, I noticed it, but it's too late, I hope we can meet again, in New York, or Quantico."

After speaking, he pressed the button of the bar.

-

Flames and air waves swept out, and the whole house was reflected in red. Half of the old house that was originally in disrepair collapsed in an instant. The windows made of broken glass and wooden frames flew out of the wall, and fell to the ground with burning flames.

Sirens, explosions, and the crackling of flames were all so clear.

At the moment of the explosion, Henry and Watson pulled Sherlock and jumped out and fell on the ground. Carol held Rhett in his arms and rolled out with that force——

Of course, everyone agrees that Kaman is an extremely dangerous person. He insists on dragging Carol into the water. The danger is undoubtedly very high. When confronting dangerous criminals, "maybe there will be some accidents because of the words." ".

— This sentence was said by Carol.

It's not just villains who die from talking too much.

"Cough...I mean, Spencer, are you okay?" Carol looked down at Rhett, who was being crushed by him, "Are you hurt?"

"Fine, I'm fine, but can you get up a little bit? My ribs!" Reid hit the ground on his back, his expression twisted in pain, "Damn it, you're still hurt! Why are you trying to be brave? Then But it exploded!"

Rhett was angry.

"Because you won't die? Huh? Last time who said that even you couldn't survive the explosion?" Rhett was furious, "I'll settle the score with you later!"

"Wait? Let's settle the score..."

Carol's aggrieved face, but now his face is dirty, black and white, only the eyeballs are clean, the expression of grievance can't be seen, the dirt is real.

"Sorry to bother you, I think you should go to the hospital? Doctor? Give this person a brain CT."

Standing up, seeing the ambulance that had arrived, Rhett pushed Carol into the car.

"It's really dangerous..." Carol looked back at the house that had been blown into ruins, and muttered to himself.

"yep, so what you need now is therapy."

"Yes, I agree with Spencer, too, and I think you might have to give Detective Lestrade your alibi, and I know you've got a way."

not...

"Hey, Sherlock, do you see anything?" Witty Carol began to change the subject.

With Watson's protection, Sherlock was only a little bruised, compared to someone who was shot twice and suffered concussion injuries, he was very relaxed.

"What do you see? The person has turned into a firework, and that person fits the profile." Sherlock glanced at Rhett, "The profile given by Spencer... oh no, the profile given by BAU The profile is, 'The unknown suspect is over 40 years old, is good at disguising, has a high level of education, and has a high IQ. Doesn't quite adapt to the current life, people around will find him out of place, has a very weak sense of existence, and...has some kind of fantasy about Agent Chris' Seriously, I'm very interested in the 'some kind of fantasy' here .”

Agent Chris who was fantasized by something: Thank you, I don't want to.

"I always feel uneasy about this familiar routine." Carol complained.

An explosion, although it seems too dangerous, it is almost impossible to survive, and logically speaking, the laws of this world still suppress those unscientific forces, and they are at the front door, blocking the nearest exit, why? Thinking, this person is dead, but the sense of vigilance in his heart has not disappeared.

The vigilance that has been tempered and tempered into the instinct written into the bones and blood.

Carol cared deeply.But it's useless to just care, you must have evidence.

But in order not to let himself be burned to death as a male (?) witch, or be sent to some place where human relations are destroyed for cutting and research, he went back to 221C with everyone under Rhett's worried eyes.

Of course, it would be nice if there wasn't a man named Mycroft in the room.

Kaman died, the trip went well, at least it seemed like this, except for the time reserved for real travel in England, Reid had already prepared a plane ticket back home.

"Mr. Chris." The man known as the British government sat on the sofa, his manners were thoughtful, and his dignified appearance completely failed to show the naive look he had when he quarreled with his brother a few days ago.

"Yeah, I got it, thank you for your help this time, the plan is very successful." Carol took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and threw it to Mycroft, "However, you should trust Sherlock, he is not guilty of this crime." The network already has an idea."

"Yes, Sherlock is very smart, but he is too impulsive." The elder brother who always disliked his younger brother was also worried today, "And, this is the reward, isn't it?"

"You're right." Carol smiled, "Don't let Sherlock know about this, or I will be killed by his poisonous tongue."

He pointed it out inexplicably.

Mycroft didn't seem to care at all: "He guessed that I wasn't responsible."

But what the two said was completely different. Sherlock's three views collapsed for a while, thinking that his brother knew about these weird things, and even thought that the deal between Carol and his brother was Kaman, but Mike Kauf had no idea that his monitors and listening devices had been dismantled by Carol long ago, and everyone's conversations were all cryptic except for the first time, and the brother who didn't know the summary of the previous situation was totally Do not understand the deep meaning inside.

As for letting the two brothers communicate well?

You are making trouble!How can it be?Unless Sherlock is worn.

-

"Red, Spencer...baby, please, don't be angry." Carol pressed Rhett's shoulder, showing his softest expression with difficulty, "Hey, don't tell Hodge?"

"Tell Hodge what?" Reid wondered, "This case must be reported? Otherwise, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will definitely embarrass Hodge."

"...OK." Carol shrugged.

"Don't worry, Hodge won't blame you." Reid frowned, "I won't fire you either... By the way, I forgot, you're still an intern agent."

Annoyed that the little friend doesn't take care of his body, Rhett is also very thorough when he speaks.

"..." even more listless.

"Hahaha, trainee agent..." Henry smiled unconscionably, "Cough, sorry, I just didn't think of it."

Carol: "..." Heh.

"Oh, your mentality is very wrong." Rhett shook his head, "Is the injury healed?"

"It's done." Carol was weak after being hit by the frost, "It's been done long ago."

"You know, the concern is because you're Carol Chriss, you're our partner, and you should get used to it."

Rhett found that the little partner very... rejected those hot feelings, such as caring, caring, or love.

But this is not right...

Looking at Carol's side face, Reid still softened his heart, and deleted the field in the plan indicating that Carol was injured.But he also knew that if he didn't write, it was not impossible for Hodge to guess.

Psychological problems need to be solved slowly, especially in case of 'parents' nagging about this. Reid bet on his high IQ of 187, and with his rambunctious brat, he will definitely get used to it later.

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I count the little red flowers that are missing for a few days, and I will find time to make up for you later (lay flat)