[Zhongyingmei] That snake

BSU office.

"The DNA comparison results are in." Hotch rushed to Crawford's office as soon as he received Garcia's message in the morning.

"Our technician found information at the National Cancer Center, unsub named Elliot Budish, truck driver, also has a fishing license, was diagnosed with cancer five months ago. Married with two children, they have not seen him for four months It's over." Hotch stood in front of the black executive's desk and put a stack of paper materials on the table.

"We need to see his wife." Crawford put his arms flat on the table, and stated his instructions in a firm tone.

"**** has been contacted, she is on her way." Hotch glanced at his watch, "We can see her around ten o'clock."

"Which of your agents were involved in the interview?" Crawford asked.

Will and Crawford on the BSU side must participate in the interrogation. One is taciturn and inarticulate, and the other is stubborn and violent. Hotch has to find ways to bring this combination that tends to be extremely short back into balance. They are just interrogating an innocent wife. Need to apply excessive pressure like questioning prisoners.

"Agent Prentiss and Agent Williams." Hotch pondered for a moment before giving the answer.

Prentiss as a woman will make her feel close, and under the comfort of Prentiss, she will be able to let go of her guard and vigilance more easily; and Oliver's twisted mouth that can make people throw the matter of keeping secrets into the Atlantic can quickly Get the information you need.

I just hope that two people can offset the negative effect that one plus one is greater than two that Crawford and Will may have.

Outside the office, Will stood quietly and obediently against the wall, with his head slightly lowered. Today, he was wearing a plaid shirt that never changes all the year round and a large gray sweater, with a slovenly appearance.

In the middle of a group of FBI who are either in suits or uniforms, it seems a bit out of place.

Oliver leaned against the wall beside him, seeing clearly the dark circles under Will's eyes that were getting heavier and heavier.

"Didn't you have a good rest last night?"

Will quickly turned his head and glanced at him, then turned his head back again, his jaw trembling slightly habitually, "I woke up in the morning and found myself standing on the roof, and the dogs at home were lying on the windows and barking at me."

Oliver was stunned for a while before he understood the meaning of Will's words, "Sleepwalking?"

"Ah."

Most sleepwalking symptoms will only appear in early childhood, and adult sleepwalking is an abnormal behavior out of control.

"This is the first time?"

Will stared at Oliver without saying a word, which gave him a bad feeling, "It looks like you sleepwalk a lot."

Will exhaled, reached out and took off his black-rimmed glasses, rubbed his eyes and forehead vigorously, he tried to open his eyes wide to expel drowsiness, "A few days ago, I found myself wandering on the road in Wolf Trap in the middle of the night , only Winston—the stray dog ​​I picked up—followed me."

"Have you been to the doctor?"

"Hannibal told me it was just a normal post-traumatic stress disorder, I lack the sense of control over my body." Will smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Looks like you don't believe it yourself."

"I was wondering if it was a seizure, or...or my mind was playing tricks on me again. But, I tried to trust him, I could go back to the field."

Hannibal was already beginning to mess with Will's sense of himself, and Oliver took a step closer to Will, but he took a sharp step back.

Will put himself in a circle with familiar people, familiar jobs, and his dogs. The barriers of this circle are as thin as a cicada's wing for some people. People like Hannibal only need a few times. A few words at a meeting can subtly enter this circle, and for others, it is an impregnable wall.

"Sorry." Oliver smiled politely, just a moment of contact was enough for him to discover what was wrong with Will, his encephalitis had already started to spread.

"Have you ever thought about going to the hospital for an examination? I don't deny Dr. Lecter's professionalism, but some symptoms cannot be found in a conversation between a patient and a psychiatrist."

"Let those people tell me that I don't have any problems, I'm just a lunatic?" Will was always like a curled up hedgehog, burying himself in his arms, only looking at people with sharp barbs.

He was silent for a while, and his already low tone became weaker when he spoke, "Do I look unique?"

"Do you want to have a serious chat?" Oliver stopped leaning against the wall and stood up straight with a sincere tone.

Will stared at Oliver, acquiescing.

"You are truly unique," Oliver said. "I've heard anecdotes about you, about your rich imagination and wonderful empathy."

"This should be your talent, not your burden, and the FBI is a great platform. You're saving lives instead of being a psycho killer because of special powers. Your social handicap does make you alienate and not fit in." The one you have is always the one special, isn't it?"

Speaking of which, Oliver also thought about whether Will's ability is a special kind of mutant ability. Although the screenwriters in the American dramas of the year could always explain some unreasonable things in an extremely scientific way, in this hodgepodge world, everything is possible.

However, Oliver's wish to find a companion fell through. He checked Will's gene sequence with his ability, and there was no sign of the X gene.

After living for more than twenty years, he has never seen a mutant other than himself. If it weren't for the fact that mutants are very active in newspapers and TV news, Oliver would think that he is the only mutant on earth.

"I think it's Asperger's and autism," Will said suddenly.

A distinctive feature of Asperger's syndrome is that the patient thinks that he has expressed himself clearly, but in fact others cannot understand, and it is difficult for him to understand the meaning of others.

The patient is always very stubborn, immersed in the things he is interested in, and he will behave like an autistic patient in the face of other things.As a result, almost all people with Asperger's syndrome have some degree of social impairment. Will is still able to communicate with others, and his illness is not serious.

"Well, you're right." Oliver lowered his eyes slightly, "I really can't see how you're talking to me right now."

"But you know I'm troubled by my ability." There was a little bit of complaint in Will's tone.

"It's still the previous suggestion, go to a brain doctor for a check. Empathy is your talent, but sleepwalking and hallucinations are not. They cannot be caused by purely psychological reasons."

"There are also some practical suggestions, lock the doors and windows before going to bed, let your dogs sleep where you will pass, at least they can drag your trousers when you sleepwalk again."

"Oliver." Prentiss patted him on the shoulder.

Oliver could only temporarily end the conversation.He can only hope that Will will listen to his persuasion. He doesn't want to reveal his mutant identity for the time being, so he can't treat Will directly.

What's more, he has never tried the healing ability on others. The brain is the most delicate part of the human body. If something goes wrong accidentally, the director of BSU may let Oliver enjoy the treatment of a serial killer for his own small teacup, and put him Chase and kill the ends of the earth.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked.

"Unsub's wife is here, in Detective Crawford's office. Hotch said the two of us are going to have an interview." Prentiss was dressed in a smart lady's suit, her hair was tied into a neat ponytail, she looked at the silent Will, and said, " Agent Crawford may need your help, too."

"Yeah." Will's tone returned to indifference.

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"Has he contacted you since he left?" Crawford asked Mrs Budish.

A thin woman in her thirties was sitting on a stool. The tall detective in front of her made her rub her hands nervously and looked away.But Will sat to her left, and Oliver and Prentiss sat to her right, finding themselves with no choice but to cast their eyes on their hands.

"I left him." Mrs. Budish's voice was uneven. "And, and there was no contact."

Crawford curled his lips as expected, and continued to ask, "Why did you leave?"

She looked at Crawford nervously, spitting out a few meaningless syllables.

"Madam, you should understand your husband's situation. Don't be afraid, you are helping him." Oliver softened his tone. Hotch really had the foresight, Crawford's appearance made it difficult for her to stop the instinctive trembling of her calves and give effective information.

Oliver continued to tell her to avoid Crawford's cold stare and meet his lake green eyes, "Ma'am, I need you to trust us."

"Hmm." Mrs. Budish tentatively tried to forget the feeling of falling into the ice cave just now, "What do I need to say?"

"Why did you leave your husband?"

"Because of his cancer." She couldn't help blinking. "Sounds like I'm a bad wife."

"I believe you have your reasons." Crawford's voice made her body tremble, but at least it wasn't as trembling as before.

"In order to be with him, I also suspended work. I want to be with him, but he wants to be alone." She bowed her head every time she said a word, and she always felt guilty towards her husband, " He kept pushing, pushing, until one day he made it clear that he didn't want me around."

"Then it's uncertain, and then it doesn't matter what he did."

Crawford seemed to think of something, no longer leaning against the edge of the table, but returned to the seat thoughtfully.

"Has your husband been violent?" Prentiss asked.

"He was always angry, but he never hit me or the kids."

Will has difficulty understanding other people's feelings, which doesn't mean he can't detect Crawford's abnormality, on the contrary, he is extremely sensitive. Will watched Crawford for a while before turning his attention back to the case and asked, "Has your husband's faith wavered since he knew he had cancer?"

"Elliot was never religious," she shook her head in surprise. "Has he done anything religious?"

"He probably thinks he's..."

"Your husband is dying, and we want to find him before he hurts himself and others." Crawford cut Will off.

After Mrs. Budish heard this question, she returned to her original state, stared down at her hands, and said softly: "He had a near-death experience."

"He told you, didn't he?" Prentiss met her eyes.

Oliver activated the ability silently, comforting Mrs. Budish.

"He was suffocated in a fire as a kid and the firemen who got him out said he must have had a guardian angel," she said.

Will grabs the message and asks, "Where did this happen?"

"Well... a farm, where he grew up."