[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Jill is put back in the interrogation room.

"Didn't you all conduct a thorough body search on him?" Oliver was speechless about the work of the police officers.

"The last few victims were dismembered after death, which is different from the custom of unsub," Gideon said. "Since he mentioned 'study', I think the next few bodies were handed over to Jill to complete."

"Hotch, did you three see the unsub's face clearly?"

Hotch nodded, "It's too late to get the criminal sketcher to do the drawing - if the unsub is at the police station."

"Then think about it carefully. Unsub is in the police station. He is not a police officer, but he can know the prisoners who are brought into the police station every day. Then think about the face you saw."

Got nothing.

"Williams, let's do a guided recall, he can perfect your visual memory." Gideon proposed his idea

"Hypnosis? I'm fine." Oliver quickly agreed.

Gideon assigned Reid the same task, "Reid, you go and interrogate Jill. The image of old will irritate him. Oliver has just done it; now, you look younger, try to reach him in a peer way. Prentiss you too Go, women can relax him."

Oliver sat down at a nearby table, crossing his hands on the table. Hotch and Gideon sat across from him.

"Williams, take it easy. You're going to enter a memory, not go to the dissecting table, and don't look like you're facing an enemy." Gideon made a joke to make everyone relax.

"Okay, now close your eyes." He said softly.

Gideon and Hotch exchanged glances, handing over the reins to Hotch.

"Oliver..."

The owner of the voice changed suddenly, and when Oliver opened his eyes, he saw Hotch's helpless expression.

"Close your eyes, Liv."

Well, Mom has spoken, cough, it was the team leader who spoke, Oliver closed his eyes obediently.

"It's morning, you just arrived at the LAPD, it rained at night, and there are many small puddles on the ground."

Oliver frowned, trying to block out the noise coming from around him.

"There are a lot of people in the police station. The police officers who arrived late for work and didn't have time to uniform, the newcomers who were in charge of buying coffee, and the prisoners who were dragged into the police station."

The vision in my mind gradually became clear, and the direction changed with Hotch's words.

"Now, how many people besides the police officers have you seen?"

"The guy who repaired the printer was a white guy; a girl walked past me. She was a newspaper reporter with a press card on her chest. Sheriff Sam came."

"Sheriff Sam is here."

Oliver and Hotch's voices sounded at the same time, Hotch showed a worried look, while Oliver looked calm and continued talking on his own.

"Sam and Hotch shook hands and talked for a while, and I looked around. The officers in the office were busy, and there was a cleaner walking by in the hallway, no, it couldn't be him, he was too old and not strong enough."

"**Talk to reporter, Gideon and Prentiss go to coroner's room, Reid walks into prepared office. Sam gives Morgan car keys, Hotch, Motgan and I head to the parking lot to pick up the car."

"There are not only police officers' private vehicles, but police cars are also parked here, but it is quiet and dark here. We got into the SUV and were stopped by the landing pole at the exit. The guards of the parking lot ran over to check the documents. "

"When he saw Morgan's FBI ID, he looked surprised, said something, and let us go."

"He looked surprised, he looked surprised." Oliver kept repeating.

"This is a black man, more than 6 feet tall, aged between 50 and 60 years old, he has a cowardly tone, wears old clothes from a second-hand store, is not rich, and the corner of the sleeve is washed white..."

Oliver almost described all his characteristics.

"Oliver, stop now." Hotch stopped him. "You have to stop."

"Stop now, I should stop..." Oliver opened his eyes, and the eyes that were erratically focused in self-consciousness quickly returned to normal, "I found the unsub, the parking lot attendant."

Gideon didn't care about the result, instead he looked into Oliver's eyes and said for a long time, "Oliver, haven't you noticed that you hypnotized yourself?"

Recalling the scene requires the trust and guidance of others. Open your mind to others, but Oliver is guiding himself.

Oliver looked puzzled.

"Have you ever studied hypnosis?"

He shook his head, back then he didn't have the ambition to be a magician who could predict the future, this kind of wrong technique was not on his learning list.

Generally speaking, hypnosis needs to mobilize the five senses at the same time, but just now Oliver closed his eyes and just used his voice to hypnotize himself. It can only be said that this is a natural skill.

"Don't try to hypnotize yourself afterward, and don't hypnotize anyone else," Hotch advises professionally. "Unless you study hypnosis systematically, it's dangerous for your brain."

"Okay, I see." Oliver's voice was very sincere.

"Sheriff Sam, what do you know about this man?" Hotch brought the conversation back to the case.

"Franklin, he is indeed very close to your profile, almost identical, and he has been in this position as long as he has lived in that African-American residential area. It is a pity that young police officers always If he doesn't respect the old man, he will never refute." Sam's voice became lower and lower, a serial killer has been lurking in the police station for decades.

"Watching the police cars going in and out of the police every day, of course he can know the criminal records of those victims." Morgan said.

Prentiss hurried towards the crowd, "Jill pleaded guilty, and he also said that his father will commit another crime tonight, and the chosen victim is Lynn, a daughter-in-law in that area."

"Sheriff Sam, do you know her?"

"No, I don't know. I don't have contact with this kind of people." Sam quickly waved his hand in denial.

"She also has a criminal record, what about the police records?" Prentiss asked anxiously.

"The addresses and phone numbers in their records are all fake," Sam showed a strange expression, his eyebrows and nose wrinkled together, "Most of the time they left information about a certain client, and I once dialed a number because of this." Officer's phone."

Oliver sighed at those people who didn't break away from the vulgar taste, took out a stack of business cards from his bag, and flipped through them one by one, "The business cards I got this morning, I remember correctly, one of them belongs to Lynn."

"This one." Oliver held a pink business card that smelled of powder between his fingers.

It left Lynn's phone number and address, as well as an ambiguous lipstick mark.

"We're heading uptown now," Hotch said. "Prentiss, let Reid analyze the address and determine the approximate location of the killer."

"Morgan, turn right now." Reid traced the path on the map with a pencil.

"What?" Morgan shifted his right hand to hold the steering wheel, "Reid pays attention to your description."

"Did you see the hospital on the right side of the driveway?"

"Well, I see."

"Alright, turn right at the next intersection."

Morgan, who drove into a narrow alley, asked suspiciously: "Are you sure? This road?"

The headlights shot straight into the darkness like a column of mercury, and an orange tabby cat screamed and slid away from the wheels.

Morgan slammed on the brakes.

"I compared other routes. Considering traffic jams and road repairs, this road is the shortest and can be passed." Reid said without doubt.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, kid." Morgan stepped on the gas pedal resignedly.

There will be car skills training regularly in the bureau, and Morgan arrived at the pre-judgment area under Reid's command without any risk.

The surroundings were silent, and the street lamps on the high walls were rarely broken.

Oliver rolled down the window and activated the power.The wind made a sharp sound through the old glass windows, and the alley that had been deserted for a long time smelled of damp dust.

Oliver captured the information of the living person.Two people, and sex hormones?

"Morgan stop!" Oliver yelled, "over there."

The location of Oliver's finger is an alley separated by an iron gate. The hollow iron gate is entwined with wanton growth of climbing plants, and the figure at the other end can be vaguely seen.

Morgan rushed to the front and kicked towards the iron gate.

I have to admit that the quality of this iron door is really good. Bau's door kicker couldn't kick it open, but instead made a metal buzzing sound, which alarmed the figure at the other end, and he wanted to escape.

Seeing this, Oliver put the gun back into the holster behind his waist, climbed up to the top of the iron gate with hands and feet and jumped down, rolled twice on the ground, stood up with the strength of one knee and rushed towards the unsub.

The movements commonly used by the protagonists in film and television dramas, of course, are extremely handsome. Mai’s blond hair is a little messy, a few strands of which hang in front of the dark green eyes, and the shirt outlines the tight arms for the convenience of movement. Smooth muscle lines, like a wild cheetah hiding in the dark ready to go.

However, only Oliver himself can personally experience the intense nerve electrical response on the pain-sensing nerve. He gritted his teeth and ignored these obstructive physiological reactions, and sped up the speed. When the unsub entered the shooting range, Oliver still did not stop.

Taking out the gun, loading it, aiming, shooting, and completing a series of smooth movements, the gray-blue smoke curled up, and the gun fired five times. Oliver ran out of bullets in the gun chamber, and Unsub fell down convulsively.

Morgan and Hotch followed, and Gideon was too old to climb over the three-meter-high iron gate.

The victim was huddled in the dark corner, arms folded, she was still recoiling as Morgan walked over to comfort her.

"Ma'am, it's over, no one can hurt you anymore."

She looked at the three letters fbi on Morgan's body armor, and did not resist Morgan's outstretched arm.

Not far away, Hotch turned on the flashlight and squatted down to check the situation of the unsub.

Two of the five shots missed, two hit the torso, and one shot hit the aorta, blood gushed out so quickly that Hotch inadvertently stained the toe of his shoe.

"He's dead." Oliver stood aside, his voice unwavering, and he detected that the unsub had lost his vital signs.

Hotch's hands stopped, and he insisted on sniffing his breath. After confirming that Unsub died on the spot, he dug out Unsub's driver's license from his pocket.

Franklin, the name of the body lying in a pool of blood.

Author has something to say: Jason Gideon Jason Gideon

Aaron Hotchner Aaron Hotchner

JenniferJareau, **Jennifer Zhuruo (I never understood how Jean hot was translated)

Spencer Reid Spencer Reid

EmilyPrentiss Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia Penelope Garcia

Oliver Williams Oliver Williams

Good night, meme chirp~