[Zhongyingmei] That snake

After Frank unloaded all the bullets in the gun, he released Oliver's hand and put the gun back.

Sure enough, the brain circuit of a psychopath is different from that of a normal person, he thought vaguely.

"Oliver, a person of peace in Latin, your mother's wishes for you are good." Frank squatted beside him, holding a knife in his hand, "It's an English name, and it's a widely used English name, second only to Harry, Um."

He tapped Oliver on the shoulder with the back of his knife, "I like to study names. You shouldn't have come in at this time, I haven't finished dealing with Sarah yet."

"I've called Gideon to promise it, but you interrupted it."

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.

"You want to save her? You can't save her. I think I should deal with you first. It's a pity that I can't take you back. There is no suitable machine here. When I cut your bones, the section will not look good—— Speaking from experience. I don’t have any other tools, I think I have to make a draft for you first.” Frank said to himself.

"You know, at the beginning I didn't have any requirements for the prey, but when I practiced enough, I found that the muscle skin of the cut crowd was completely different. Women's fat is more to my liking, but for men's muscles I don't mind. It's just as fascinating to watch the blood flow, as it is now. You see, I didn't cut too deep, and the knife is sharp enough that it doesn't even make a cut when it just separates the skin .”

Frank started the knife just above Oliver's left collarbone with the tip of the knife, and his technique was smooth to avoid excess bone tissue.

"To make this kind of wound bleed, we have to use some tricks." He moved the tip of the knife back to the place where he first cut it, pressed down on the handle hard, and made a circle, and Oliver's left shoulder was instantly covered with blood .

He looked up at Oliver, "Strange, there is no fear in your eyes. Neither did Jane back then. Speaking of which, I miss Jane. I don't know if the life of a federal agent can improve Jason's efficiency."

The mutant ability competed with the medicine in the blood, and Oliver felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder when he regained consciousness. He almost wanted to withdraw his ability and let the anesthetic take effect.

It's a pity that Oliver wasn't stupid enough to make such a self-destructive move. Instead, he strengthened his ability output. The pain-sensing nerves around the wound frantically transmitted information to the brain, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming.

Frank concentrated on cutting the wound, while Oliver silently took off the gun with one hand, leaving a small piece of iron in his hand, and waited until the anesthesia effect had worn off, and Frank hadn't cut off his left shoulder, and the The iron plate backhanded into Frank's instep.

He howled in pain and kicked Oliver aside with his other foot. Frank sat down on the ground all of a sudden, stretched out his hands to touch the wound on his foot, and naturally let go of the knife in his hand.

Seeing this, Oliver grabbed the knife and threw it aside. He wasn't sure if the two wounded men fighting together would allow Frank to take the knife away again.

"Hotch, Hotch...."

"Gideon, what's wrong with you?" Hotch was sorting out personnel files in the office when he suddenly received a call from Gideon.

"I saw, Jane, I just saw that Jane is in Washington." Gideon clenched the sunflower in his hands, nails digging into the bright green stems of the flowers, and the green juice stained his fingers.

"Frank must have found it too!"

"Gideon, don't worry, where will he go when he comes?" Hotch asked patiently.

"Frank, Jane..." Gideon said the names, "Sarah! Sarah is at my house now!"

The phone was hung up, leaving an electronically cold busy tone.

Hotch walked out of the office quickly, "There is a case, is everyone here?"

"Oliver is leaving first," Prentiss reminded.

"Where did he go?"

"He didn't say it, and he seemed in a hurry." Prentiss shrugged.

"Call him and tell him about Gideon's house," Hotch said faster.

"What'swrong" Reid asked.

"Frank's back." Hotch said seriously.

Frank didn't think about grabbing the knife that was flung to the corner, and instead jumped directly at Oliver who had just stood up with his hands on his hands.

Oliver was unsteady and fell to the ground, Frank's fist followed closely.

Lifting his uninjured right hand, he took the punch. After all, Frank is over 50 years old, and Oliver has the ability to control the surge of adrenaline, which shows the explosive power of his muscles.

Oliver's cell phone fell out of his pocket, and the screen was on and vibrated on the ground.

"Oh, bau's little buddy?" Frank showed his teeth and pulled a weird smile, freeing one hand to press the answer button.

"Agent Oliver, listen to what they have to say?"

"Oliver?! Where are you?" The voice came from the phone.

But Oliver didn't care about the phone anymore, and while one of Frank's hands was restrained, he pushed away the fist in his hand in an instant, and clamped Frank down with his left hand.

The five fingers of his right hand clenched a fist and threw it at Frank's face, but Frank quickly woke up from the dizziness of hitting the ground with the back of his head, and turned his head to avoid the attack.

Oliver didn't hold back his strength, and hit the phone that Frank threw to his ear.When the ring on the index finger touched the screen, the screen split like a spider web, and the screen flickered and went off.

"The phone is disconnected." ** looked at the phone in his hand.

"He and Frank are at Gideon's," Hotch said firmly, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "We've got to hurry."

"Fear," Oliver sneered, "what do you think fear is?"

"Jason says that a psychopath like me can't feel normal human emotions, no love, no fear. But I don't feel much, I'm even obsessed with them."

Frank found the opening in Oliver's left shoulder, his hands were restrained and he headbutted Oliver's wound.

madman!

Oliver took a breath and forced himself not to let go, but his left arm couldn't stop shaking.Well, he sighed silently in his heart, then raised his right hand and shifted his whole body weight to his left arm.

It really hurts, the burning pain has passed, what remains is the coldness and weakness caused by excessive blood loss.Controlling Frank with his own weight, the right fist with the ring hit Frank's face straight.

Frank, who wanted to attack again, was beaten to the ground in a circle, his nosebleeds flowed out, staring at his enemy like a wild wolf.

"Frank, I don't like studying names very much, but I like studying psycho killers like you."

"You must remember your mother. She gave you life to a person who should not have come into the world. You are a clever and weird child. She can't support you by working three jobs, and she can't let you enter the world. society, so she engaged in the most primitive profession."

Frank's mind suddenly went blank, and he thought of his mother, on the bed in that tiny apartment with the sunlight just enough to fall on the edge of her bed.

"MaryLouise Breitkopf, single mother, German immigrant. So you have this German name, Frank, living on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Look at you now, don't you remember her?"

"Then do you also remember how she was lying on the bed, slowly being swallowed by the bacteria in the air and the breeze?"

Every time he uttered a word, Oliver punched him, and Frank's face was cut bloody by the jeweled ring.Now that Oliver was certain that the ring was indeed a diamond, the sharpest cut of the world's hardest stone was reflected in the blood-stained executioner.

Frank's thoughts began to slacken, and he saw the picture again in front of his eyes, but he couldn't make any expressions, and his brain couldn't send any emotional commands.

"Gideon's right, serial killers don't have emotions. So you want to see what your obsessive fear is like?"

As he said that, Oliver punched again, activating the ability to make those organs in Frank's body that had never worked before begin to work.

A picture appeared in front of Frank's eyes again. The sunlight moved along the edge of the bed, shining on the sleeping woman on the bed. The dark brown withered skin indicated that she had been dead for a long time. The bouquet in her hand became dry and faded, and she opened her mouth wide. Want to shout something.

Frank!

"Well, this is fear." Oliver lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Frank's expression, he was no longer threatening.

Only one thing, Oliver just got emotional and said too much information that he shouldn't know.

So, Oliver smashed his head on the ground, aiming at the position of the hippocampus, Frank passed out, and Oliver made sure that with his own methods, he would not remember any redundant information.

After regaining consciousness, Oliver almost crawled to Sarah's bedside. She was injected with medicine by Frank, and a deep gash was opened in her abdomen, but she couldn't move.

Sarah was still crying, and the sense of fear emanating from her made Oliver's heart fall into the abyss, which was defenseless.

In desperation, Oliver turned off his ability, and the dizziness brought by the potion broke through the restraint and dominated his thinking again. Indeed, his wound didn't hurt much anymore.

With little willpower left, Oliver grabbed Sarah's hand and placed it near her wound, teaching her how to stop the bleeding. Oliver couldn't hold it anymore, he leaned against the bed quietly, letting the anesthesia sweep through his blood, he could feel blood dripping from his left shoulder, as if he had put an ice pack on the wound to send out the chill .

He didn't lose consciousness, he was even very conscious, but it was like he was just a ghost living in this body, and had nothing to do with his own body.

I really hope that the bau team can act faster, Oliver prayed in his heart, he didn't want to die by bleeding too much after solving a vicious serial killer.

After using up the last bit of control over his body, he raised his hand to cover the wound on his left shoulder, but he didn't have the strength to press the acupuncture point.

The blood flow stopped slowly, and Oliver lamented his good luck. Indeed, if the blood flow continued, he would really choose such a less heroic way of death.

After the bleeding stopped, Oliver closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were completely white. Oliver stared at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling for a minute, remembering the reasons why he appeared in the hospital.

The doctor came soon, and Hotch and Gideon also walked into the ward at the same time.

The doctor looked at the various data at the bedside and filled out the medical record form, and said to Oliver: "I didn't expect your wound to be so deep, but it stopped on its own. After blood transfusion and sutures, you will rest in the hospital for a few days. Do some physical exercise and you'll be fine soon."

"Thank you doctor." Oliver didn't expect his voice to be so hoarse.

"No thanks." The doctor exited the ward, leaving space for the three people who needed to talk.

"How is Frank?" Oliver asked first.

Hotch poured him a glass of water and said, "He suffered a severe blow to the brain. He is now in a vegetable state. Jane has been staying by his side."

The water is warm, unlike the ice water that Americans always drink. Oliver raised his head and cleaned the water in the glass, but accidentally touched the wound. He frowned, "That's fine."

When Oliver put the glass on the bedside table, he saw a gorgeous bouquet of carnations on the cabinet.

"This is?" Oliver wondered.

"I brought it, thank you for saving Sarah." Gideon smiled.

Oliver nodded with a smile, then sighed again, "Gideon, do you know why I stopped you from sending baby's breath?"

Gideon shook his head.

"The baby's breath is a flower for my mother. Now you gave me carnations, which are also flowers for my mother."

Gideon touched his nose in embarrassment, and Hotch couldn't help but smile.

"What about sunflowers?"

"Silent love."

"Silent love." Hotch's voice sounded at the same time.

Oliver lowered his eyes, and when he looked up again, his eyes were full of smiles.

"Stop trying to hide it, Gideon, Sarah is waiting for you."