[Zhongyingmei] That snake

What do you do when you're confronted by a gunman and you don't have a gun yourself?

Oliver has a number of solutions to this.

The man clamped the woman's hands and dragged her into the alley next to the street by virtue of his strength.

The woman was roughly thrown into the corner of the wall. She screamed, but just stimulated the suspect. The man imprisoned the woman's hands behind his back with one hand, and pulled her hair with the other hand. The severe pain from the scalp made her He had to turn his head in the direction of the man's force.

"Please, don't do this." She begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

There was a flickering lamp on the high wall on one side of the alley. Through this light, the man could clearly see the tears of fear and red eyes on her face.

His breathing became heavy, and the woman took this opportunity to try to break free, but was kicked behind her back and hit her forehead on the wall.She didn't have the strength to support her body, she fell to the ground, her vision was blurred, she felt something warm flowing down from her forehead, mixed with gray wall dust.

The man's hoodie was ripped off, but she couldn't see his face clearly.But Oliver saw it, the young man arguing in the restaurant this morning?

She was pulled up by the man and forced to kneel on the ground.The pain in her chest and forehead made her lose the ability to think and resist. She bit her lip to suppress the crying in her throat.

Oliver walked slowly towards the man.

"Naughty boy, you should stop." Oliver lowered his voice, like a wise and calm old man.

The man froze, turned his head and cursed: "son of bitch!"

Oliver chuckled and didn't stop.

The flickering lamp made a piercing electric current change sound, and the narrow alley was suddenly bright as day, but Oliver, who was walking towards the man, turned his back on the light, and his face was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to fathom.

"Let go of her, your skills have not passed the level." Oliver decided to fight according to the speculation in his heart. He had already activated his ability and just waited for a certain period of time for the biological signal he sent to be received.

"What the hell are you talking about! What do you know!" The man was easily irritated, "Why are you right?"

The man inadvertently increased the strength in his hand, and the woman who fell on the ground groaned.

Oliver frowned and quickened his pace.

"Because you are too young." Still rebellious enough, while believing in other people's words, he refuted at the same time.

Oliver's voice seemed to be reading a poem, with ups and downs, and the magnetic voice seemed to evoke an electric current from nowhere in his eardrums, tempting people to put down their guard and swallow the prepared apple with a painful numbness.

Oliver walked in, looking down at the man.

The backlight on the wall suddenly went out. Oliver's figure and voice merged into the darkness together.

The man woke up with a start, and in a panic let go of the woman's hand to sharpen the gun.

After the human eye is suddenly plunged into darkness, there will be a period of darkness when the man cannot see. The man held the gun but did not know where to shoot. He held his breath for a while, and immediately opened his mouth and gasped for breath. .

Oliver didn't know if he should remind the nervous kid that he didn't even take off the insurance.Sighing, Oliver grabbed the man's hand holding the gun from memory, and smashed the butt of the gun on the man's head, followed by a scream.

Oliver, who snatched the gun, quickly went around behind him, strangled his neck, kicked his knee to force him to kneel, and finally put the gun to the man's temple.

The cold muzzle made the man shiver uncontrollably.

Oliver, who had no hands to spare, asked the woman lying on the ground with concern: "Are you okay?"

The woman responded indiscriminately.

"Well, if you could give the police a call, I'd appreciate it."

The woman got up from the ground, dug out her phone from her bag and called 911.

Her crying voice really scared the little police officer who was in charge of wiring late at night. When she heard that the crime happened near the police station, she immediately notified the chief to bring someone to check.

Sam was a good sheriff and was on night duty himself, so when he arrived at the scene and the flashlight shone on Oliver's face, he ran forward uneasily, relieved to see that Oliver was safe and sound.

No one wants an fbi agent to get hurt while working in their own jurisdiction.

"Agent Williams, is this?"

Oliver asked for handcuffs from the police officer next to him and handcuffed the man himself, before slowly standing up from the ground, "As you can see, a rapist was arrested. Well, the rapist attempted."

The accompanying ambulance had already taken the delirious woman to the hospital, and Oliver watched the flashing lights of the ambulance leave his sight before turning his head and continuing to communicate with Sam.

"I think his modus operandi is very similar to unsub."

"But his age?" Sam was a little anxious, that man looked no more than 20 years old, how old was he in 1988, how could he have the ability to kill?

"He's not the cold sleeper we're looking for, but he must know the relevant information." Oliver said, "If you want to solve the case as soon as possible, find a way to compare the DNA left by the unsub."

From a psychological point of view, when a person stays alone in a quiet closed room, even if there is no claustrophobia, it will increase the psychological pressure, let alone when he is caught in the police station after an attempted rape.

Oliver was bored watching the man through the one-way glass, and there were read documents on the table.

The man sat at the front end of the stool, hunched over, neither daring to lean on the back of the chair nor approach the table in front of him.He was silent and did not move extra, trying to make himself look calm.

The team members arrived soon, and Oliver handed the man's identity information to Hotch, saying: "This is Jill Souwind, 17 years old, a Bostonian, an orphan, came to Los Angeles half a year ago, and is currently living in that black residential area. A homeless guy, Gracia found out he had a sex crime record in Boston."

"During the DNA comparison, we only searched for the area of ​​Los Angeles and missed this piece of information. Now the result of the comparison is that the DNA of Jill and unsub are highly similar."

"Father and son?" Morgan said, "but he's an orphan."

"Think about it, how short is the life expectancy of the people selected by unsub under that kind of life pattern?" Oliver replied, "His mother was a victim who escaped from unsub back then. Call the police, and now the son has come back and resumed his old business with Daddy."

"We can't go into kinship, but I think we've met his father." Hotch turned to look at Jill. "It was his father who was arguing with Jill at the fast food restaurant at noon today."

"He mentioned 'not doing well enough', 'guidance from elders,' so he was also involved in the cruel sleeper's crimes." Morgan frowned his thick black eyebrows.

"Excuse me, detectives, you can't conclude that Jill is an accomplice to a serial killer based on a passage you overheard." A gentleman in a suit and tie said.

Sheriff Sam, who followed him, explained to Hotch awkwardly: "This is Jill's lawyer, and he is applying for temporary parole for Jill."

"Jill hasn't called the outside world." Oliver expressed doubts about this, and besides, with Jiil's economic level, he can't afford such a professional lawyer.

Sam said helplessly to him, "This is the lawyer invited by Congressman Matthew. He has been working for racial equality and is very concerned about this serial case. He stubbornly believes that it is a tragedy caused by racial discrimination."

"Sheriff Sam, please pay attention to your words. The essence of this case should be racial discrimination, but all the federal agents are trying to arrest a black teenager. You have no evidence." The lawyer said righteously, "I The client’s crime is only attempted rape of a woman, and he is a minor, so I have the right to apply for parole for him.”

"Sir..."** tried to keep him from getting so agitated.

These high-paid lawyers always have a mouth that turns black and white, and Sam can only agree to a temporary parole.

"If Jill goes back, Grim Sleeper gets word and disappears. He can stop committing crimes for 16 years, and he won't rush this moment," Gideon said.

When Jill came out of the interrogation room, she buried her head and didn't want to look at the police officers. The lawyer hugged his back to protect him and walked out, as if the police station was full of black-eyed demons.

Oliver threw a stack of documents on the table with a crisp sound, Jill was startled, subconsciously looked up.

He met Oliver's eyes with regret and disdain, like an old man looking at a worthless junior. Jill thought of her father, and the anger was burning with nameless provocation.

Jill broke free from the lawyer's hand, fished a dagger from the hoodie bag, and lunged at Oliver.

Several small policemen stopped him and took the dagger from Jill's hand, and Sam quickly put on the handcuffs he had just removed.

The lawyer looked at all this in disbelief, and Oliver reminded him with a smile: "Sir, you need to be detained for 36 hours for assaulting the police, come back the day after tomorrow."

He glared at Oliver and left in a huff.

"What did you do?" Hotch asked.

"Umm... As you can see, a stack of documents was dropped." Oliver shrugged.

But Hotch wasn't that dumb lawyer.

"Hotch, I heard you used to be a prosecutor?"

Hotch nodded hesitantly, not understanding why Oliver brought this up.

"Even if I did something, your eloquence won't cause any accidents to your team members?" Oliver raised his eyebrows, his face was turned away from the monitor, and he couldn't receive his abilities through the screen.

The author has something to say: From a certain point of view, Biscuit is an acting king.

Trying to adjust the update time, everyone go to bed early, good night.