[Zhongyingmei] The last string

The two have been lingering for a long time, and the clock has passed 02:30 in the morning.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and the long-term exercise made people sweat.Although it can't be called exaggerated like sweating profusely, the thin sweat makes the body sticky, which doesn't feel very comfortable.

Viola was tired and sleepy now, but couldn't fall asleep because of the stickiness, so she could only nestle in Hotch's arms depressedly, so lazy that she didn't move.

"Take a shower?" Hotch suggested softly.

And she didn't even have the strength to speak, so she could only choose to nod slowly.

Hotch got out of bed and looked at someone lying on the bed with only one head exposed, staring at him with bright light blue eyes that were strangely innocent.

That probably means I don't want to move.

Hotch was helpless, sighed softly, and said, "I'll put the hot water first, you wait a while."

Since someone is not wearing a single piece of clothing right now, just going to the bathroom like this is 100% going to catch a cold.

A certain person nodded obediently, and then closed his eyes in peace.

Hotch had nothing to do with her, chuckled and walked into the bathroom, turned on the heater and turned on the water in the bathtub.

Ten minutes later, the water in the bathtub was [-]% full. He stretched out his hand to measure the temperature of the water, and then returned to the room.

Viola curled up under the blanket, seemingly asleep, but opened her eyes when she heard the sound of Hotch walking back.

She stretched out two smooth arms from under the quilt and hooked them around Hotch's neck. The hooked person took her out of the quilt gently and hugged her up.

Someone enjoying super high-class treatment closed his eyes with peace of mind.

The temperature of the Yuba is higher than that of the heater in the room, and the water in the bathtub emits hot air, making people's vision blurry.

The bathtub in Viola's room is big enough for two people to sit.

Hotch leaned against the wall of the tub while Viola leaned into his arms.

She must be really tired, so she chose to let it go and closed her eyes as if she was going to sleep soon.

Poor Hotch took pains to wash her body and is now washing her hair.

Viola felt the hands gently massaging her scalp, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Aaron," she called softly, sliding her hands across the water involuntarily.

"What?" He stopped what he was doing, picked up the shower head that was set aside, opened it, and rinsed off the foam from her hair.

She didn't reply, but stared blankly at the heat in the room.

When Hotch thought she would never speak again, Viola spoke softly.

"Would you like...to listen to my story about my parents?" There was a hint of caution in her tone.

Hotch was a little surprised, and even slowed down his hand movements.

It's not that he's never heard Viola talk about her parents, but she rarely mentions it, and sometimes she will take the initiative to avoid it when she brings up related topics.

However, she is not at odds with her parents.

Whenever she mentions the past with her parents, she always looks very happy. Those memories are beautiful and treasures that she cherishes very much.

But Hotch could see deep trouble and gloom behind her smile.

And she never talks about those things.

"If you want." He turned off the shower head, there was no noisy sprinkler sound, only the mechanical sound of the Yuba working in the bathroom, and it became very quiet.

Viola didn't mention the past with anyone, no matter how good she was, she never said a word.

But Hotch has become different to her, not an ordinary existence.

When Kary was talking about those childhood funs tonight, she suddenly realized that she had actually begun not to reject Hotch's intrusion into her past, her past.

For a person who is likely to be with him for the rest of his life, she should not choose to shut up and hide.

And she didn't want Hotch to learn about those things from other people.

Viola took a breath and explained the matter softly.

Karen Mill and Lin Fangqin are her parents.

The love story between these two is quite clichéd.

Back then, Viola's mother, as an unknown Asian pianist, came to Las Vegas with her orchestra to participate in a symphony concert.

As the boss of a large company, Karen certainly doesn't have the time to be elegant, but after all, as a single golden man, there are always a large group of women rushing forward.

At that time, he had a date whom he still liked, and reluctantly accompanied him to the concert.

The big boss sitting in the VIP seat at the front never thought that he would meet the woman who would accompany him for a lifetime at that time.

Lin Fangqin was wearing a pure white dress, sitting in a corner, playing seriously and piously.

Karen felt that she might have seen an angel who was lost in the world.

"Let me say something first, this description was said by my father himself." Viola somewhat disliked her father's lack of words, but her face was full of nostalgia.

Lin Fangqin was only here to attend a concert, so naturally he wouldn't stay in Las Vegas for too long.

It is also impossible for Karen to force someone who doesn't know him to stay, so she can only choose to run around with Lin Fangqin.Fortunately, Kary is still in charge of the company, so he won't be inseparable.

After a while of stalking, he really chased Lin Fangqin into his hands.

After a year or two, the two got married, and their relationship was so good that it could be called a benchmark among husband and wife.

"And then they had me," she said with a chuckle.

The happy childhood is like a dream to Viola now. She is like a carefree bird, singing on the branches all day long, and returning to the nest at night to sleep peacefully is enough.

Her family is so rich that she has no worries about food and clothing all her life.His father is tolerant and funny, and he can always make her laugh when she is unhappy.My mother is gentle and beautiful, but also talented. She has reached the point where she can give large-scale recitals. Although she is always very strict in cello learning, this does not prevent her from being Viola's favorite and most respected person.

And Viola herself is known as a rare musical genius, and her peers can't match her one or two.

The perfect parent, the perfect child, the perfect family.

Everything should be going very smoothly.

But the dream suddenly woke up.

Having said that, Viola suddenly fell silent, and Hotch felt that she seemed to be trembling.

"...That was my mother's birthday."

Karen always laments the miracle of God, saying that the two people he loves the most were born on the same day.

Lin Fangqin decided to hold a recital on her birthday and release a piano piece she composed herself.

Viola was supposed to be at the recital that day because her mother told her she had a special gift for her.

Viola was looking forward to it, but something very unfortunate happened.

Her youth symphony orchestra also had a small performance that day. As the main cellist of the cello concerto, it was impossible not to participate.

Fortunately, their Youth Symphony Orchestra's performance ended early, and she was able to catch the last piece of the recital.

After her performance, she held the flowers she had prepared and rushed to another concert hall a few blocks away. The old housekeeper Warren behind her couldn't keep up with her little master.

"I got there." Viola stared at the water, in fact the water in the bathtub was already a little cold.

"...and then," her voice became unsteady, "the concert hall exploded."

When she was young, she was dazed by the sudden explosion, standing motionless in front of the concert hall, knowing that someone wanted to take her away from the scene, and then she reacted, broke down and cried, and wanted to run into the concert hall at the same time.

As a result, of course, he was carried out of the scene directly.

She was greatly stimulated, and at first she couldn't accept the reality at all, locked herself in the room, and lived a rather decadent life.

Later, although she recovered, she developed a great resistance to the concert hall.

"The bomb was placed under the piano." There were water stains on her face, whether it was accidental in the shower or tears. "The mother died directly, and the father who sat at the front was not spared."

Hotch gently wrapped her arms around her worriedly: "Viola..."

She put her hand on Hotch's and held it slowly: "I'm fine."

"That's a serial killer." Her eyes became a little colder, and even her tone became strange.

Hotch frowned, surprised by this.

"The concert hall serial bomber, my mother was the third," Viola held Hotch's hand a little tighter, "There were two more victims after my mother, and then the serial killer disappeared."

He suddenly understood why Viola came to work as the FBI despite her bright future, and why she wanted to join a team like BAU that had no days off at all.

"It's been 22 years, and I still haven't found the murderer." Her voice was low.

"He disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all," Viola continued. "I checked a lot of information, but I don't even know why he chose those musicians."

"I even...even thought, after so many years, would he not be alive."

"Then what should I do about my parents' death, and who should I ask for an explanation?"

Viola fell into a paranoid but confused state, and her emotions became a little agitated.

"The water is cold." Hotch said so suddenly, which made Viola feel a little overwhelmed.

Hotch got out of the tub first and pulled Viola up from the water.He dragged Viola to the shower, put the shower head on, and turned on the faucet.

The warm water splashed on the two of them, and Viola stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

"Better?" he asked aloud.

Hotch sensed that something was wrong when she started talking about the serial bomber, and sure enough by the end she was in a bad mood.

Don't interrupt her at this time to calm her down, Viola will be immersed in self-blame and pain tonight.

This is not what he wants to see.

Viola felt that her restless and uncomfortable mood gradually subsided, but her expression was still a little depressed.

"It has nothing to do with whether he is dead or not," Hotch continued. "We are profilers. Once we find him, everything about him is transparent to us."

"You don't need to ask someone specifically for an explanation," he turned off the tap, "for these people, killing itself is a kind of vent."

"What you need is to find him," Hotch said earnestly but gently, "If he dies, the retribution has already been paid on him."

Hotch picked up the towel at the side and helped her dry her hair, looking into her bewildered and bewildered eyes.

"If he's not dead, send him to prison and pay for what he's done."

"That's what we do, isn't it?"

Viola rested her head on his chest, and with a slight nasal sound in her voice, she replied softly, "En..."

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late today, OTL has something to do in the afternoon and came back late

The hair candy became serious (looking at the sky) it's actually quite sweet... right?

At this point, this article has entered the later stage, although um... there are still four or five cases left?

Not much to say (Wang Tian) I'm going to catch up with the paper... this week is too busy to vomit blood

Characters in this chapter

Karen Mill, Viola's father, killed in concert hall bombing

Lin Fangqin, Viola's mother, was killed in the bombing of the concert hall

Kary Mill Viola's aunt who raised her after her parents died

Butler of Warren Viola's house

Thanks to Muli Qinchuan and Chaocimu for the mines of the two little angels!Kiss you! !