[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Gideon, is serial killer a genetic attribute?" On the bau plane, Gideon invited Oliver to play a game of chess.

Gideon dropped his head and looked up at Oliver, "Some serial killers have physical defects, which are indeed hereditary. And the family growth environment can also affect personality, so the possibility is very high."

"But most serial killers have difficulty forming their own families, like Franklin and Jill, who have no physical defects and do not live together, but they finally come together. Does blood relationship really have such power?"

"The influence of the social environment," Gideon said.

Oliver looked down at the black and white staggered chessboard. The exquisite chess pieces were held by his fingertips and spun one after another, refusing to fall down for a long time.

Gideon saw him like this, but suddenly smiled, "You already have the answer in your heart, but you still come to ask me."

Oliver pursed his lips and remained silent. Gideon is like a teacher in bau. Oliver often questioned his views on many things. Really thinking from the perspective of a serial killer will make people fall into self-doubt. For human nature and for society .

Oliver placed the pieces in his hand randomly in a space.

"I didn't expect you to move like this." Gideon was surprised. According to Oliver's original style of chess, he would be defeated after a few moves, but this chess turned the situation around all of a sudden.

"I didn't expect that either. Compared with chess, I am better at Go. There are both dead games, draws and losses, and there is a chance for seemingly unsolvable games."

"There is a gap in everything, that's where the light gets in." Gideon said seemingly unintentionally, "Leonard Cohen's poems are good."

"I rarely read poetry." Oliver said shamefully.

"I thought chasing girls in middle school was always about memorizing a few love poems," Gideon teased.

Oliver rolled his eyes and dropped another pawn in his hand. He said without hesitation, "I have always been in love with books since I was in middle school. The only women I can pay attention to are my mother and sister."

Morgan leaned over with a smirk on his face, "I thought Reid was the only boy in the group who was innocent."

Reid, who got involved in the battlefield for no reason, shouted Morgan's name with red ears.

Oliver rolled his eyes, "Is there any necessary connection between these?"

"Oh, what do you think? Even Hotch and Haley met in high school." Morgan lay on the back of the sofa.

"Morgan, then tell me, which girlfriend has kicked you already." Oliver fought back sharply, "This kind of thing has nothing to do with time."

Morgan, whose sore spot was exposed all of a sudden, retreated silently to the other side of the sofa, and said faintly: "Don't be generalized."

Oliver stared at the chessboard, lamented, and insisted on finishing the game under Gideon's gaze, successfully failing miserably.

After a few days of calm in Quantico, Oliver was called to the office by Hotch.

Before leaving, Oliver poked Prentiss who was sitting in front of him, "Prentiss, what do you think Hotch asked me to do?"

Prentiss looked at Oliver's expression of bitterness and hatred, and said speechlessly, "Aren't you in a good mood these days?"

"That's why I can't think of a reason." Oliver looked up at the ceiling.

"Williams, you know Hotch can't deduct your salary, right?"

"No, I'm not worried about that."

"The only situation you have recently is that you killed Franklin, and your gun was confiscated at most, but this is a matter for the psychological evaluation doctor, and there is no need to talk to those psychiatrists based on your current state. So in summary, I don't know why Hotch is looking for you."

"Oh." Oliver yelled covering his face, and Prentiss rubbed the short wheat-blonde hair of the big golden retriever curiously in exchange for Oliver's eye attack.

Killing Franklin brought almost zero psychological pressure on Oliver, and his hallucinations never reappeared, which gave Oliver good reason to turn down the conversation with Hannibal.

Oliver wasn't in a bad mood, so when Hotch saw the relaxed expression of the person who opened the door, he was a little surprised.He closed the file in his hand and asked Oliver to sit at the other end of the desk.

"I wanted to talk to you about Franklin." Hotch decided to get straight to the point.

Oliver nodded, motioning for Hotch to continue.

"Generally speaking, this kind of question should be handed over to the fbi psychologist for a psychological evaluation, but in view of your previous work situation, I need to ask you a few questions." Hotch said.

"I will answer any questions that do not involve confidentiality."

"It's just a matter of dead people. Is this your first time killing someone?"

Hotch's question was too straightforward, Oliver raised his eyebrows, and said simply: "No."

"I thought you held a civilian position in cia"

"That was before joining cia."

The change in Hotch's expression was not recorded in Oliver's file. Oliver's overly calm performance these days made Hotch worry about the psychological state of the team members, and asking this question made him even more worried.

Both the FBI and the CIA have special recruiters. In terms of Oliver's ability, there is absolutely no hindrance for the CIA to cover up his files with special recruiters.But after another thought, if Oliver was really dangerous, how could CIA allow him to be transferred to the FBI.

"Can you talk to me?"

"You're really embarrassing me, Aaron." Oliver leaned back against the back of the chair, crossed his hands casually in front of his stomach, in a non-aggressive posture.

"That's not a happy memory, but if you want to hear it, I don't mind talking about it." Oliver's tone was very helpless.

Avoiding Hotch's staring gaze, and looking instead at Hotch's signature on the document on the desktop, Oliver began to narrate unhurriedly.

"I had a travel plan after graduating from university, but unfortunately it was interrupted before it even started."

Oliver's plan after graduation is to travel around Europe. He made all the plans, but the plan was interrupted at the airport because of a group of terrorists.

The flight Oliver caught was at 11 pm. When he was waiting at the airport, the sky had already faded from the rose color and put on a black feather robe.The airport was brightly lit, and the far edge of the sky was faded by the lights.

A group of terrorists broke through the airport security checkpoint and drove straight in.Terrorist activities are not gang fights. Heavy thermal weapons are standard equipment, but after smashing the security checkpoints with sniper guns, they are replaced with machine guns to shoot the roof.There are only ordinary people in the airport. I'm afraid this kind of battle has only been seen on the big screen. At the same time, the aftermath of 911 is still there.

The leader told all the passengers to squat in English with a Middle Eastern accent.

"Everyone followed suit, and fortunately there were not many people waiting for the evening flight." Oliver smiled wryly.

The leader started to contact the military, Oliver couldn't hear what they said, only the last sentence "

One hour, one life! "Maybe he was not only talking to the person on the other end of the phone, but also to these people shaking their heads, and then hung up the phone cursingly.

Oliver didn't feel nervous at the time. After all, in the world of Superhero and Criminal Minds, terrorist attacks are nothing compared to villains who destroy the world.

Maybe there are other people who are not nervous. A one-year-old child just cried at his mother without any scruples because he was thirsty. The mother was still pregnant and couldn't squat down with her big belly. Can kneel on the ground and hold the baby in his arms and try to comfort him.

The leader glared at the noisy child viciously, and the heavy machine gun in his hand made several holes in the marble floor.He threatened that if the quarrel continued, he would be the first corpse.

The mother held the child in her arms, covered his mouth with trembling palms, and bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from screaming, but tears couldn't stop overflowing from her eyes full of fear.

The leader answered another phone call, but the conditions put forward by the person on the other end of the phone did not meet his requirements. He didn't hang up the phone, and said with a grinning grin, then listen to what's next.

"They almost cut a pregnant woman in front of me." Oliver rested his head on his right hand, rested his elbow on the armrest of the seat, his fingers were pulling his hair, and his knuckles were turning white.

At that time, he was not able to accurately retract and release the ability, and the divergent senses caused Oliver's spirit to collapse into a highest-pitched string, slender and tense.

Oliver couldn't tell whether it was the mother's screams or the fear and despair received by his ability, which made him more frightened.

There seemed to be a layer of glass between the world and Oliver before, and Oliver looked at the world as if he was watching a drama.Then at this moment, the layer of glass shattered.

Oliver sometimes feels that this life is a dream, but life is so real.He felt that his life was out of control, and the world became real.

"Who knows what I thought at the time, I just stood up and negotiated with those men in black."

Oliver used his ability to carefully fool the terrorists. Of course, he would not tell Hotch about this part.Pulling all the threatening factors away from the hostages, Oliver snatched the gun from their hands, pulled the ring and threw it into the terrorists, and the flames shot up into the sky.

"The blood all over the ground is like a raging flame." Oliver sat up a little tired, and ended the story, "Then cia recruited me."

Hotch was silent, picked up a pen and wrote something hesitantly in his notebook before saying, "How do you feel when you think about these things."

Oliver raised the corners of his mouth and smiled indifferently, "It's just memories, what else can I do. Life is about looking forward."

Oliver put the glass between himself and the world back together with glue, then rubbed all the negative emotions he received and threw them to the other side, just like watching a movie, subconsciously he didn't think it was real.

As Hannibal remarked, he was running away.Emotions are also time-limited. After running away for so many years, after all, Oliver is sure to have thrown all the garbage in the spiritual world to the other side of the glass wall.

The author has something to say: Slowly tell the story of Biscuit about cia, and then you can prepare to hate Frank√

good night~