[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Although it was late to fall asleep, Oliver's biological clock still pulled him out of sleep tenaciously.

Oliver slept very soundly. He still maintains the posture of last night, lying on his side facing the door, with the fluffy and soft quilt covering half of his cheeks, leaving only his eyes and nose exposed.

The hot air came out along the gap, and Oliver lifted the quilt and buried himself in the bed again.

It's already dawn, what time is it now? Oliver was a little confused.It's time to go to work, no, no alarm clock and no one to wake me up, oh, it's Christmas holiday.

The quilt was a little stuffy, Oliver lifted the quilt, and the cold air made him sleepless all of a sudden.

Gradually regaining consciousness, Oliver sat cross-legged on the bed with the quilt in his arms, staring at the closed glass window in a daze.

I flew back to Washington DC yesterday, put the gift box on the table and left a note, Aaron came to his room after he came back, he should have opened the gift.

Staring at the vast expanse of whiteness outside the window, the snow has stopped, and the winter sun is not warm but still shining, coating the snowdrifts with a layer of gold. Oliver suppressed the little joy in his heart, got up and took a shower, and changed the crumpled shirt that he didn't take off last night.

Oliver's attempts to dry his wet blonde hair with a towel had failed, and Oliver didn't have access to a hair dryer when he had short hair, and it was hard to get out and find a store at this time of day.

Come on, it's Christmas and store workers are going home for the holidays.

Resignedly, he threw the towel back on the rack, letting the moisture in his hair be slowly taken away by the air.

Oliver knocked on the door of Hotch's room, but no one answered. Oliver thought for a while, then went around to the study.

Before Hotch moved in, Oliver put away all the newspaper clippings in the study.

Hotch was indeed in the study, when he heard Oliver's footsteps, he turned around, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Oliver sat on the sofa under the windowsill.

"Didn't you go to Nebraska? Why did you suddenly return to Washington?" Hotch put down the book in his hand and stared at Oliver.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to leave you here alone for Christmas when I go home alone. Seems like I made a good choice, Aaron, please tell me you haven't been sitting here reading for the past three days. "

"Your collection of books is very interesting. I have never seen some unpopular books." The implication is that Hotch did read books at home for three days.

"Okay, let me see what books you've read?" Oliver approached the desk and picked up a few stacked books at the corner of the table, it seemed that Hotch had finished reading them.

Most of these books are academic books. Oliver chose a lot of related books to write his thesis. The only thing these books have in common is that their brains are bigger than the Milky Way. Of course, they are not very famous in the rigorous academic circle.

"Are you really going to spend the Christmas vacation so boring?" Oliver was a little desperate, he didn't want to read these books a second time unless necessary.

"Jack's at Haley's, my brother is busy lately, and I really don't have much to do." Hotch turned to the next page of the book.

"If you miss Jack, take him to play for a day, Christmas Eve and Christmas are over, Haley will agree."

Hotch flicked the pages of the book.

"Where should I take him?"

"How about going to the suburbs? At this temperature, the river is already frozen. Are you interested in digging an ice hole on the river for fishing? It's easier to catch those rare big fish than in summer." Oliver said earnestly, and he still When I was in Nebraska, I liked to go crazy on the glacier with my sister in winter.

"I don't have a fishing rod."

"Don't worry about it, I have a fishing rod. My mom also gave me a new bow, just in time to try it out."

Oliver's blond hair was originally slightly curly, and after being ravaged by the towel before, the hair was frizzy and fluffy. Oliver was tall, and it was normal for Hotch to feel oppressed by his height when he sat on a stool and looked up at him.

But actually not at all.On the contrary, he thinks that Oliver is more like a large dog. He has a threatening physique, but he straightened up and rested his front paws on the railing, looking at you eagerly.The fluffy tail is still dangling, but the ears have drooped down.

Hotch nodded without retorting.

"I'll get you another Christmas present in a while," Hotch said suddenly.

Hearing this, Oliver was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Well, now the fluffy ears are shaking a few times.

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"Oli!" As soon as the car door opened, Jack flew down and jumped on Oliver.

Oliver's back was facing the car door, and he simply squatted down and let Jack throw himself on his back and lift him up.

Oliver chose an unremarkable tributary of the Potomac River in the suburbs, which is better than quiet.

The snow was piled up thickly, and Oliver struggled to pull his feet out of the snow with another piece of weight added. Hotch followed behind with his fishing equipment, looking extremely relaxed.

After brushing the snow off the stones by the river, Oliver and Hotch sat down, and Jack jumped off Oliver's back and threw himself into Dad's arms.

Hotch was knocked back all of a sudden, wrapped his arms around Jack, and quickly stabilized his figure, "Jack, you've gained weight." Hotch revealed this fact.

"Because I've grown taller!" Jack gestured.

"Okay, okay, my Jackie has grown taller."

Oliver watched the warm scene of the father and son, and consciously did not disturb him. Instead, he walked to the river and thought about how to make a hole in the ice.

Although the weather in Washington this year is colder than in previous years, it is not so cold that it is frighteningly cold. The ice on the river is not thick.This made Oliver give up the idea of ​​stepping on it. The weight of an adult male could indeed create a human-shaped hole in the ice.

But that's good, at least Oliver doesn't need to use an electric drill to drill through the ice like he did during the winter fishing season in the Northeast. He only needs to find a fist-sized rock by the river and smash it towards the nearby ice.

Oliver skillfully threaded the fishing line, dropped the hook, and set up the fishing rod. The rest of the work was just waiting.

"Oli," Jack threw himself on his back again, rubbing his face against his hair, "do you think there are any small animals in the forest?"

There is a beech forest beside the river. This kind of deciduous plant with graceful branches casts gray-brown tree shadows on the snow. The originally deep and dark green forest opens up in winter, opening up her secrets to humans.

"Animals that don't hibernate are still active," Oliver said.

"Then let's go hunting, shall we? I saw your bow and arrow!" Jack put on a bow pose, "Like an elf prince."

Oliver looked at Hotch, asking with his eyes.

"Jack, be with your Uncle Oli." Hotch said softly, "Oliver, I'm looking at the rod."

There are indeed many animals that are still active in the forest, such as tits and hares.

But Oliver's bow and arrows found nothing, and instead laid some small traps to catch them unscathed.The hare, a not-so-intelligent but surprisingly agile animal, was exhausting to him.

Jack wants to keep a pet, what can Oliver do, of course he agrees.

So there was such a scene, Jack was sitting by the fire with a hare in his arms - Oliver kindly provided the skill of drilling wood to make fire, watching the milky white fish soup in the small pot on the fire boiling at high temperature, bubbles one after another cracked.

Hotch's luck was very good. He caught a big fish, which was too big to fit in the pot they brought. On Oliver's suggestion, the lucky big fish was released back into the river.

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CONSTRUCTION

"Guys, how is Christmas going?" ** walked into the office, and the team members had already sat down at the round table.

"I want another Christmas break." Morgan yawned.

"But serial killers don't want another vacation," ** said helplessly, "this case will wake you up."

She sent the information to everyone and turned on the screen projection at the same time.

"In Pennsylvania, local police found five bodies, they identified as the work of a serial killer, called the BAU."

"So sure it's a serial killer, what did they find?" Oliver asked.

** Pursed her lips, shook a few steps, called up the photo of the crime scene on the screen, and said, "You will understand after you see it."

There is a tall tree in the picture, a few straight thin threads hang down from its branches, and two pieces of flesh from the bloody forest hang from the bottom of the thin threads.

The victim was half kneeling in the grass, naked all over, and the skin on his back was cut off along with the flesh and blood, revealing the traces of ribs.The piece of meat was not completely separated from the corpse, but grew on his body like a pair of wings.

A pair of wings made of bright red flesh.

**Turning his back to the screen, put down his hand covering his mouth, and said: "A total of five victims were killed in parks or mountain roads. The murderer's modus operandi is very... personal. The local police soon confirmed that it was a serial killer.”

"Unsub killed five people in a three-month period, all in Pennsylvania. He was emotionally unstable."

"The way the Vikings used to punish Christians was to break their ribs, bend their bodies backwards, and rip out their lungs for wings. They used to call them blood eagles," Reid Cope said.

"Do pagans taunt pious believers?" asked Prentiss, "but his method does not seem to match the legend."

"There seem to be other knife marks on the cut skin." Oliver leaned closer to the document in his hand, and the photo was not clear. "It should not be a struggle injury, but a deliberate one by Unsub."

"The plane departs in 10 minutes," Hotch said.