[Zhongyingmei] The last string

The sound of 'dong dong' is someone knocking on the door.

Bernal yelled 'ing' while putting down his spoon, he was making today's dinner.

He walked over quickly and opened the door. Standing in front of the door was his friend John Watson, whom he hadn't seen for several years.

"John!" He was overjoyed and gave Watson a big hug.

The two exchanged a few words of greeting with a smile, and entered the room together.

Seeing that there was nothing behind Watson, Bernal looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Did you bring any luggage?"

"Oh no, I put it in the hotel," Watson explained.

However, this made the retired American soldier even more puzzled. He remembered that he had specifically told Watson in his letter that his house had vacant guest rooms, so please be sure to stay at his house for a few days until the wedding day.

"It's just, um... my friend came with me," Watson's mouth twitched, and he hoped he didn't look so weird, "so I stayed at the hotel."

"Besides, you are getting married, I don't want to be a high-watt light bulb." He immediately changed the subject and said jokingly.

Mentioning that he was going to hold a wedding in a few days, the tall American soldier couldn't help showing a silly smile.

Watching his friend's smiling face, Watson couldn't help but smile.

But he was still thinking about Sherlock in the hotel, and the consulting detective was not the type to rest.

Even though he was going to see Viola, it was only a two-hour drive to Washington, but he was really worried that Sherlock would run there alone.

You want to ask why?

Of course, he was afraid that Sherlock's exasperating personality would bring trouble to Viola.

After all, she is an agent working in a government agency, and she is also in the department responsible for complex cases like serial killers, so she must be very busy every day.

Before Watson left at nine o'clock, he specifically told Sherlock to wait for him to go back, to call Viola at night, and to go to Washington tomorrow morning if he was free.

Bernal's wedding was three days away, so there was no rush.

The military doctor's original plan was to attend Bernal's wedding first, then go to Washington to visit Viola, and finally take a tour in the surrounding cities.

And now it's all messed up by a detective.

He couldn't help but sigh after thinking about it, which caught Bernal's questioning eyes.

Watson quickly straightened his face and changed the subject: "Speaking of which, where is your fiancée? Doesn't she live with you?"

When Da Bing mentioned his wife, his eyebrows softened a bit, and he began to talk about the woman he loved deeply.

Watson had a casual meal at a friend's house, and the two had a very happy chat, exchanging information about recent developments, and the atmosphere was very lively.

It was getting late, Watson looked at his watch, ready to say goodbye to Bernal.

In fact, he was a little worried about Sherlock, he was afraid that by the time he got back to the hotel, he would be gone.

Well, it's really gone.

Looking at the empty hotel room, Watson told himself not to judge too early, maybe Sherlock was just out for dinner?

However, when he walked a few steps inside and saw the note on the glass coffee table, his eyelids couldn't help but jump twice.

Watson took a deep breath, walked over and picked up the note.

'You're too slow, I'm leaving - Sherlock stays'

too slow?I'm leaving?Where did you go, why didn't you say anything!

"Damnit!" he swears, sooner or later he's going to be scared to death by Sherlock's uncertain whereabouts.

He quickly took out his mobile phone to call Sherlock, but found that he couldn't get through, and then suddenly realized that he was in the United States, and of course a British mobile number was useless.

In desperation, he could only go to the reception desk downstairs of the hotel and borrowed a landline.

It seems that tomorrow I have to go outside to buy an emergency mobile phone number, he thought so, and dialed Viola's number.

The phone rang a few times before the person over there picked it up.

"Hello?" A familiar gentle voice.

"Viola? I'm John," Watson was relieved at the sound of her voice.

"John?" Viola's voice was a little surprised, but she quickly laughed lowly, "Do you want to ask where Sherlock is?"

"Yes," he replied resignedly, "is he there?"

"Yes," the person over there suddenly lowered his voice, "Actually, we are now in the Philadelphia Police Department, can you come?"

"What?!"

This time the screamer was replaced by Watson.

*****

two hours ago

The BAU team has been in Philadelphia for four days, but the case has not progressed at all, and they have not even given the police a specific profile.

For no other reason, their Unsub was silent.

In fact, this did not surprise them either. The time difference between victim No. [-] and victim No. [-] was half a year.If the Philadelphia police officer in charge of the case hadn't been so impressed with the first case, perhaps neither of these two cases would have been linked.

During these four days, they checked all the people who participated in the wedding, including the marriage company that organized the wedding.

They even found out the ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend of the bride and groom, thinking about the possibility of a vendetta.

However, after running for so many days, the harvest was very little.

Victim No. [-]——Antonia Gallup's mother had almost lived in the police station for the past few days, shedding tears every day, and the fact that she and Viola took turns taking turns couldn't make the mother feel better.

She is a single mother, and she raised her daughter by herself. Finally, she was able to watch her daughter step into a happy marriage palace, and she didn't have to be like her when she was young.

Unexpectedly, only a cold corpse was left.

Antonia's fiancé is also quite depressed, staying at home these few days to drink away his sorrows, and he doesn't even go to work.

Looking at the family members of such victims, the hearts of everyone in BAU are also very heavy.

But there are too few clues in the case, and what they can know now is extremely limited.

First, since the victims all died of drug poisoning, Unsub is likely to be an employee of a medical facility with access to this type of drama, such as doctors, nurses, and even social workers.

Secondly, the victim died after oral meth without any resistance scars, indicating that the victim did it voluntarily.This shows that Unsub is either an acquaintance of the two, or has extremely deceptive means.

Apart from these two points, they have no more information.

When everyone was at a loss, the family of the No. [-] victim, Teresa Hutt, finally came.

At the beginning, when they were visiting the victim's family, they suddenly discovered that Teresa's parents had moved out of Philadelphia with their children, exactly a month ago.

It's not hard to imagine, it's understandable to want to leave after losing a dear child.

Quite unfortunately, Teresa's family was traveling as far away as Europe when they called to express their interest.

Such behavior is a bit strange.

It has only been half a year since their daughter passed away, and the family is actually in the mood to travel, and the speed of getting out of the shadows is too fast.

As a result, I just arrived in Philadelphia after four days.

But even if you have doubts in your heart, you will not show your doubts on your face at the beginning.

"This is Teresa Hutt's parents." ** drew people over.

Viola put on a smiling face and said politely: "Hello, my name is Mill, we have some questions about Teresa, is that okay?"

The two middle-aged men in front of them nodded, and Viola took them to the lounge, but not the one where Antonia's mother stayed, because some inquiries involved sex after all.

What followed were some routine inquiries about Teresa's usual interpersonal relationships, whether she had any enemies, who her former boyfriend was, and so on.

After asking around, there seems to be no problem.

But Mrs. Hutt in front of her always seemed a little restless, and she was always absent-minded when answering questions.

The smile on Viola's face was still there, but she couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Mrs. Hutt? What did you think of?" Viola asked.

Mrs. Hutt paused for a moment. She looked over and shook her head stiffly: "No, it's just... just thinking of Teresa."

"I'm sorry for that," Viola said slightly apologetically.

"Um...you're going to get him, aren't you?" Mrs. Hutt stared at her.

Viola straightened her face and replied seriously: "Yes Ma'am, we will do our best."

"Thank you."

Mr. Hutt's expression was dark and unclear, and he kept silent.

The three talked for a while, Teresa's parents were about to leave, and Viola took them out of the lounge.

At this time, Antonia's mother, Macy Gallup, who was in the opposite lounge, also came out. Her expression was haggard, her dark circles were terribly heavy, and she was holding a paper cup in her hand, which seemed to be pouring water.

Viola nodded to Teresa's parents behind her, motioning for them to go ahead, and walked towards Macy.

"Mrs. Gallup," she remonstrated with some worry, "you can't go on like this."

Macy looked up at her, gave her a forced smile, and was about to say something, but suddenly froze.

Viola felt a little strange, and turned her head following her eyes, and there were the Hutts.

"Do you... know each other?" She asked with some doubts.

Mrs. Hutt stared at Macy, as if to confirm something, she pursed her lips and said, "I don't know him."

"...Yes, we don't know each other." Macy also answered.

The female detective was very surprised, but she didn't ask rashly.

"In that case, do the three of you want to go to the hotel next?" In fact, she wanted Macy to go back and rest, as this would break her body.

"Viola, I haven't seen you for a few years and you are still so blind." It was a voice full of arrogance and sarcasm, speaking extremely fast.

"Both of them are lying."

The author has something to say: the military doctor who works hard and the detective who mocks all the time

Viola expressed that she had a headache and hoped that the military doctor would appear in the next second

Characters in this chapter

The consulting detective of Sherloes Scotland Yard has a subtle personality, but his ability is far beyond ordinary people (from Sherlock)

John Watson consults the detective's assistant, the gentle ex-military doctor (from Sherlock)

Teresa Hutt Victim No. [-] in this case

Antonia Gallup's second victim in this case

American soldiers Calvin Bernal Watson met in Afghanistan

Mother of Macy Gallup Victim No. [-]

Parents of Hutt's No. [-] Victim