[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Oliver was the last one on the plane.

"Did you see Reid?" Morgan asked.

"No, I thought Prentiss called?"

"I called four times, but no one answered." Obviously, Prentiss was also a little anxious about this. "The victim's fiancée is waiting for us."

"so?"

"We have only one choice, to take off." Morgan made a decisive decision.

The victim's fiancée was a very gentle, dark-haired woman, but her haggard face showed her sadness. "I heard that crime will skyrocket after relocation." She took a deep breath and refused to say any more.

"You just didn't expect this to happen to you," Prentiss reassured. "The paper said your fiancé was murdered the night he was drinking for his bachelor party and everyone was going bar to bar."

"We were planning to get married in October, and he just went out to celebrate with his friends. It's just that..." Her voice trembled, she retreated to the corner of the sofa where the desk lamp couldn't shine, and buried her head in sobs.

"At your fiancé Leonard's party, was there anyone you didn't know?" Morgan asked.

She just shook her head vigorously and said nothing.

Oliver turned his head and glanced at Morgan, let me do it, he gestured with his eyes.

In Garcia's words, Morgan's character is a sweet and warm knight, but his muscular body gives people a sense of intimidation.

"Ms. Leonard," Oliver walked over carefully, squatting on her knees and holding her hand again, "We are all sorry for your fiancé, please forgive me. But now it is more important to find the murderer and give him A peace of mind, isn't it?"

Her hands were held in a pair of wide, warm and dry palms, and when she slowly raised her head, she saw the bright light of the lamp in Oliver's caring eyes, which gradually made her feel at ease.

"Look at me, Ms. Leonard," Oliver patted the back of her hand with a faint smile on his face, "Now, we need you, just some simple questions. Your husband will rest in heaven."

Oliver quietly exerted his ability to regulate Ms. Leonard's hormone secretion, giving him some endorphins and a little bit of dopamine.

She nodded hesitantly.

"Is there anyone at that party you don't know?"

"No, we all grew up together. They're like family to me. Unless, unless they meet someone out there, you know, that's different," she recalls, revealing a wry smile,

"They're such a rowdy bunch, they can hang out with anybody and have a party."

Leaving Leonard's house, Morgan drove, Prentiss was in the passenger seat, and Oliver sat in the back.

"The last two people who died were out with their friends, they were both in a public place, drinking from bar to bar, so how could their friends not see anything?" Prentiss questioned.

"Like a lion preying on an antelope."

"You're confusing me."

Morgan turned his head and looked at her, and suddenly smiled, "Because you, Emily Prentiss, were never an antelope, and neither was Oliver Williams. Sometimes I wonder, will one day CIA agents occupy the entire bau? "

"The bau is full of good law-abiding agents, which is not in line with cia's style, so Morgan, don't worry." Olivr said.

"Then what should Cia's style be like? They are all like you? They are asking for news from the ladies with a smiling face like a spring breeze."

"This is what I call treating comrades as warm as spring, and treating enemies as cruel and merciless as winter."

"Oh, stop you two, I don't get it at all," Prentiss grumbled, ending their childish bickering.

"Prentiss, you are also a cia, have you never met Williams?" Morgan was a little curious.

Prentiss really thought about it for a while before answering, "No, I've been working in the Midwest, and Williams, I think you've been staying in Langley?"

"Most of the time, except for the inevitable few times a year when I'm taken into a helicopter blindfolded, I don't know where the hell I'm working." Williams said something unpleasant, but his tone was extremely relaxed , anyway, he has already left cia.

"I've heard his name, though," Prentiss said, drawing Morgan's attention again. "'The snake.'"

"That title does sound like winter-like ruthlessness to the enemy." Morgan nodded with a feigned seriousness.

Oliver felt despised, and those who would rather die than enter Oliver's interrogation room would probably point to Morgan's nose and cry, "Ha! How can there be such a naive person as you in the world!"

"I still care about the antelope just now." Prentiss asked again.

"Well, look, antelope go in packs," Morgan explained patiently, "so the lion just sits and waits for one of the antelope to fall out of the herd."

"When he's alone, he's vulnerable and completely defenseless, and that's when the lion attacks, and that's when she strikes."

"So, his friends didn't notice?"

"It's not just that," Oliver added,

"Since the murderer is a woman, a beautiful woman, it is not difficult for a man to leave his friends on a carnival night. And since our Mr. Leonard already has a fiancée, his cronies and dog friends are even less difficult. Will tell the distraught lady about it at a time like this."

"Franche Quarter is the only place in New Orleans that was not destroyed by the hurricane, but a serial killer appeared. How unfortunate." Oliver only felt that it was an act of God.

When they returned to the New Orleans police station to sort out the information again, there was another dead person in Franchquart.

In an alley, the corpse was lying on his back, the shirt on his chest was soaked in blackened blood. Oliver suppressed the disgust in his heart and followed bau to the alley.

Regret, fear, Oliver didn't need to get too close to feel the last emotions of the deceased.

When people are dying, they can burst out with unprecedented power. This is the effect of adrenaline, and it can also be used in other physiological secretions of the human body, including what Oliver feels now.

He was a little affected, and he adjusted his stathmin (a protein secretion that controls fear-related reactions) secretion, quietly put his trembling hands behind his back, and squatted down to observe the corpse.

"The body was fresh," Oliver pointed out.

"Just last night."

"En." He nodded, "But here, look, his earlobe was cut off."

"The stink of booze, the same modus operandi, only here it's changed," Gideon said.

"She's firmly following the example of the Jack the Ripper case." Reid glanced at the corpse.

"What do you mean?"

"In one letter, Jack the Ripper promised to cut off the earlobe of his next victim, which he did. He killed two people that very day."

"Just before the day is over, she's going to kill one more person," Gideon said.

"So, what are the characteristics of a female serial killer?" Oliver, a rookie, asked.

"Basically it can be divided into two categories."

"The SANTEKIMES type, calm, well-planned, murder men for money, and they spend their time building relationships with men," Morgan said.

"But the killer we are facing should be based on AILEENWUORNOS," Reid put forward his own opinion, "Because of delusion and fear, the motive of killing is caused, and men are lured to have a relationship with him."

"She sent another letter."

"So we're sitting on the sidelines tonight?" Oliver asked.

"Damnit!" Sitting in the office of the police station, Oliver bumped his head against the pile of documents on the desk, until it didn't hurt much, but he let out a heavy muffled sound.

Just last night, in the alley behind the bar where the bau team went, another corpse appeared.

Only Oliver and Hotch of the Bau team stayed at the police station and did not go to the scene of the crime.

Oliver's mood is not stable.

"You don't have to, Williams."

"But I've already found the murderer, oh my god, I almost caught her!" Oliver put his head on the table dejectedly. scene of the crime.

"Have you seen what she really looks like?" Hotch asked.

"Hmm, no. Probably black curly hair and a red dress." Oliver only focused on using his abilities, not paying attention to his vision.

"Morgan and Reid mistook a woman for the murder yesterday, exactly as you described."

"No, no, they are not the same person I found."

The malice emanating from that woman, Oliver swore he was right.He still lost people, although it was true that there was a lot of fish and dragons in the bar, which made the amount of information Oliver received extraordinarily huge.

However, Oliver didn't want to find any reason. He just learned from the pain and thought about whether he should train his mutant ability well.

There is specialization in the art industry, and the skills that have been explored before may need to be overthrown and restarted.

He wanted to hit the table again.

But this time, what he bumped into was a hand that was much softer than a stack of copy paper, but more calloused than other hands.

Hotch lifted Oliver's head up and just happened to look into those eyes.

The light in the police station was not very good, and Oliver's greenish-blue eyes turned completely dark green, but with some mist, hazy.

Like a large dog, the thought entered his mind again.

It is not a timid white Samoyed, nor is it a husky with an evil face and madness. Oliver is a golden retriever, who can flick the long golden brown hair on his tail, and is a quiet golden retriever who always lies beside you.

"I don't want my team members to fool themselves on the first case."

Hotch left without saying a word.

Oliver looked at his back and thought, is this the first season or the second season? Hotch can still joke?

He seemed a little happy and a little puzzled?