[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Ha, Tom, we haven't met so much, the first thing you saw me was to give me a stack of documents?" Oliver hugged the stack of documents on his chest, pretending to be very aggrieved and said, "What a fake friendship! !"

"Our friendship turned to ashes when you abandoned me and Miller to leave the CIA." Tom rolled his eyes very cooperatively.

"It's not good to meet people, and it's not careful to make friends." Oliver sighed exaggeratedly.

Now, Oliver has been pulled by Tom to the helicopter, ready to abduct him to New York.

"Oliver, I beg you, this time the problem is very urgent, hurry up and take a look at the information in your hand." Tom understands Oliver's rambling ability very well. Strong people will be led astray by him.

This effect is especially pronounced every time Oliver is late for work and Miller catches him.

"Don't you say that every time?" Oliver raised his eyebrows, and opened the file in his hand, "What happened?"

Tom suddenly felt that he was the one who met people and made friends carelessly. Oliver was a very good friend and a good work partner, but when he was both your friend and your work partner, it was not a good thing. What luck.

Will he make a few small jokes during his serious work, and immediately return to serious work after making people laugh, making the people around him almost depressed.

But seeing him this time, Tom felt that Oliver's temper had calmed down a lot. He couldn't help asking: "Is BAU a very serious place? I trained you like this."

Oliver closed the folder with a snap, turned his head to look at Tom, showed a terrified expression with a half-smile, and said in a very gentle tone: "Little Tom, didn't daddy tell you to be careful with your words? "

Tom looked at the sky, oh no, he could only see the swaying roof of the helicopter, he was too naive.

"BAU is a good place, do you want to come and have fun?" Oliver asked again abruptly.

"Thank you for your kindness. I don't think I should go to BAU where elites gather. Look at my poor education." Tom didn't expect BAU to experience the fear of being dominated by Oliver at all. There is also a lot of paperwork.

"What a pity." Oliver shook his head and opened the file again.

"A spy this time?"

"According to the meaning above, it is more like a scout of a terrorist organization."

"Then they hide really deep enough, even you can't dig anything out."

"You will know when you go to see it. The higher-ups want to know their action plan."

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Hotch has worked in BAU for so many years, and he has become accustomed to receiving all kinds of emergency calls in the middle of the night, which also causes his sleep to be very light.

The sound of the door closing when Oliver left in the middle of the night was enough to pull him out of sleep.

Hotch lay on the bed and rolled over. Oliver controlled his strength so that Hotch didn't have time to think about where he was and what time it was before Hotch pulled him back into the soft pillow.

It wasn't until after waking up in the morning that Hotch finished washing and made breakfast for two, and saw that the door of Oliver's room was still closed, that he remembered the door rang last night.

Oliver's habit of staying in bed was almost completely eliminated by the supervision of his boss, and he would even get up earlier to bake a few slices of bread or cook some porridge and grind a cup of soy milk.

Hotch wasn't used to such a bland taste at first, but now, looking at his shiny fried eggs and buttered bread, he suddenly thought about going out and buying a cup of coffee for breakfast.

But before that, he had to call Oliver who hadn't come home all night.It's okay for young people to go out to play and relax at night, but it's not good to delay work. Today is not a rest day.

Therefore, the sudden ringing of the mobile phone in the empty interrogation room startled the criminal, and the metal handcuff chains collided with each other because of his large trembling, making harsh noises.

The CIA agents watching the progress of the interrogation through the one-way glass outside the interrogation room frowned. This criminal was more difficult to break through than imagined, but when he was about to make progress, he was interrupted by a phone call.

To make matters worse, their former interrogator walked straight out of the interrogation room, ready to answer a phone call that shouldn't have happened at this time.

Oliver closed the door of the interrogation room with his backhand before answering the call.

"Aaron, what's the matter?"

"I want to remind you that you're going to be late." Hotch had already arrived at the door of the BAU office.

Oliver didn't wear a watch, and didn't pay attention to the passage of time. He walked quickly to Tom and grabbed Tom's wrist and glanced at the gold hands on the dial.

Well, he had been in that tiny room for over two hours.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the time."

"Where are you?"

"New York, CIA branch."

"I didn't see the transfer application."

"Well, they told me it'll be on your desk before you get to the office." Oliver felt guilty.

Hotch was silent for a while before replying, "I see it now. How much time do you need?"

"Let me solve it as soon as possible, there are some things I can't control."

"Okay, call me if you have any questions."

"Your boss, Agent Hotchner?" Tom asked.

"Yes." Oliver put the phone on the table, he admitted that he had forgotten the rules a little bit, and also had his own little selfishness at the same time.

"Well, there are quite a few people who don't speak, but there are not many prisoners who talk like him." Tom continued to focus on the prisoner, "I can't even make him stop talking."

The prisoner didn't seem to understand the anti-interrogation principle that the more you speak, the more mistakes you make. Since Oliver entered, he has been talking nonstop, but what makes people mad is his slow speech speed and endless rambling Language, people can not grasp the clues.

"Are you also doing interrogation work now?" Oliver thought about Tom's words.

"Hmm." Tom gave him a very melancholy look, "Miller said that I've been with you for such a long time, so I must have been familiar with it, so he let me fill in the vacancy."

Oliver patted his successor on the shoulder sympathetically, and said, "This Kent is a psychopath, I guess he is still immersed in the world of fantasy."

"How did you find out? He..."

"Do you think it's very common for the prisoners I deal with to pretend to be crazy?" Oliver smiled, but of course he couldn't tell Tom that he used the mutant ability to detect his condition.

"Isn't it?" Tom said seriously.

Oliver was speechless when asked by Tom for the first time, and he tried to come up with an answer: "It may be that there are too many psychopaths in BAU, and there is a radar for detecting psychosis."

After finishing speaking, Oliver gave Tom a deep look of "you should study hard, young man" and returned to the interrogation room.

"Okay, Mr. Kent, let's continue our conversation." Oliver leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs.

"Mr. Kent?"

Oliver squinted his eyes. This Mr. Kent's current state has changed significantly from just now. His eyes are no longer distracted, and his mouth is no longer muttering weird fantasies. Instead, he stares straight at Mr. Kent. One way glass.

For the person sitting in the interrogation room, the one-way glass is just a dark mirror that reflects his own face and the back of the interrogator.

It visually makes the dark room more empty, and invisibly gives the prisoner a sense of loneliness and helplessness.

But now, Kent didn't shy away from looking at the dark mirror.

Oliver couldn't turn his head to check. If the interrogator showed confusion and helplessness, it would undoubtedly increase the prisoner's confidence.

But from the angle of Kent's gaze, he can roughly guess that Kent is not observing his own reflection or looking at the people outside the interrogation room.

He seemed to be very concerned about the table on the outside of the glass.

There is nothing special on the table, just a few 360-degree monitor screens with no dead ends, and the mobile phone Oliver just put on it.

So, is the phone a password?

"Mr. Kent, are you also impressed by the advancement of technology?" Oliver controlled the vocal cords precisely, making his voice completely different from usual.

It is more magnetic, empty and emotionless, making people feel a sense of crisis of being stared at by the cold eyes of predators.

"Why not? The sun has set, but we have electric lights. The flood that should have come, Noah's Ark that should have sailed across the ocean can't set sail, because those huge walls blocked everything."

Kent was still staring at the glass, his eyes were fiery and crazy.

"God sent down lightning sparks to punish the dark creatures. Those dark creatures who were not allowed to board the ark will be punished and turned into fly ash and merged into the boundless ocean."

"But, why do I say that, I shouldn't have believed him, he didn't give me any help for my sacred belief. I can't say such shameless and vulgar words." Kent's fingers firmly gripped the tabletop, making a smacking sound His teeth were sour, but he himself didn't notice it.

Oliver frowned.

"Me, me!" He suddenly started laughing maniacally.

"I can't do anything here, I should finish them!"

Kent stood up suddenly and pushed the chair behind him, but the chains on the table restricted his movement, but it didn't stop him at all.

He flung his teeth and claws at Oliver in front of him.

Oliver sat calmly on the chair. The design of the chains ensured that the prisoner would not hurt the interrogators. His calm and fearless appearance angered Kent even more.

Until the CIA agents broke into the house, each of them supported Kent with one hand, and pushed him back to the chair violently.

Oliver, who had long been accustomed to the CIA's style, walked out of the interrogation room calmly.

"Let's continue after he's quiet." Tom said wearily.

Oliver looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What else do you want to ask, isn't that enough?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Tom felt as if he was back to the days when Oliver despised his IQ every day.

"Okay, let's finish it quickly, I miss my team leader a bit."