[Zhongyingmei] That snake

After solving the New Orleans Ripper case, it was late to return to Quantico, and everyone went home.

It was already dark, and there were a few stars scattered in the night sky, and the not-so-bright crescent moon hung peacefully in the east.

When he opened the door, Oliver didn't turn on the light. He threw the luggage bag aside and sat on the sofa staring at the dark TV screen in a daze.

After a long time, the car lights on the road outside the window shone through the window on the gray floor, leaving a fence-like shadow, and the endless stream of cars seemed to echo each other and honk their horns.

Oliver came back to his senses and began to tear off the tie that bound his collar, took off his coat, and unbuttoned his shirt... He threw away his clothes all the way to the bathroom, which is really the style of a decadent bachelor.

The shower spouts warm water and evaporates water mist.Some beads of water pooled on his golden brown eyelashes, and then fell into lake green eyes.

It hurt a little, he rubbed his eyes, physiological tears welled up and mixed with hot water.

He thought of Sarah Danlin again, that face mixed with blood and tears.

Sometimes he tires of his abilities, and while he can try to ignore the influx of information, he needs it.

He turned off the tap and flung himself on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe.Dirty clothes can be collected tomorrow, but guns need to be put away in the bedside drawer.

There will be no sirens in Oliver's house, because he is the best siren, and it never fails.After falling asleep, he loses absolute control over his abilities, and those hormonal messages that emanate will be captured by Oliver's brain, and these dangerous messages are enough to wake him up from his sleep.

As for that gun? Oliver has always had doubts about the security of the United States.

What are the consequences of going to bed early at night?Insomnia in the middle of the night, of course.

At 4 o'clock, Oliver opened his eyes, looked at the white ceiling and counted sheep, and he was still awake.

Anyway, the ability is mine, so what was so hypocritical last night.

I comforted myself, and I was another good detective who was positive, sunny and healthy.

So, Oliver decided to get up. Since he didn't have dinner last night, his brain was a little dizzy. He fumbled in the refrigerator and ate a few chocolates before he had some strength to clean up last night's dirty clothes and make something else to eat. Well, a few pieces of chocolate are simply not enough to supply a young man in his twenties for a morning of energy.

Oliver has some mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. For example, the books on the bookshelves must be placed from high to low, and only computers and pens can be placed on the desk, and all other documents and tools are placed in the cabinet.

Including the desk at the fbi headquarters, Oliver did the same.This greatly facilitates him to bring an oversized lunch box to share snacks with his colleagues.

"If I have any regrets about going to New Orleans, it must be that I didn't find New Orleans grilled wings." Oliver sat on the swivel chair in bau's office, hooked his feet on the ground to make the chair turn in circles, and gnawed clean The chicken wing bones were thrown into the trash can, "I didn't know New Orleans grilled wings were actually not from New Orleans."

Garcia poked at the chicken wings in the box with the disposable fork Oliver brought, "I've never heard of this name before, but Oliver, your craftsmanship is really great."

"It has been an honor to serve the Queen."

Prentiss on the side joked, "I told you, Knight Morgan will challenge you with his sword."

"Hmm..." Before Oliver could think of an answer, Morgan's voice came over.

"Oliver, you can't take my babygirl away." Morgan had just arrived at the office and threatened with his arm on Oliver's shoulder.

Oliver raised his eyebrows and said that Cao Cao Cao Cao is here.

"Garcia what do you say?" He decided to divert the fire.

"I think," Gracia drew out, "my chocolate dude should try Oliver's chicken wings."

Morgan unceremoniously took away a shiny chicken wing, and still teased, "Why, there is still time to make roasted wings in the morning, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep because of the first case?"

Oliver countered, "Your profile was so careless, I fell asleep as soon as I got home yesterday, so I couldn't sleep this morning."

Although he joined bau for a short time, Oliver soon found the same fun as when he was fighting against Tom in the past, and he was fighting against Morgan.

Morgan shrugged, "Bytheway, good workmanship."

Hotch and Gideon came together, and Garcia, who was originally sitting on Oliver's table, immediately jumped to the ground and stood up, a little hesitant about how to greet the two leaders.

"Good morning." Oliver showed a standard American young man's smile, with eight teeth, one not too many and one not too many.

"Morning." Hotch nodded.

Gideon saw the box on the table and stepped forward curiously, "What is this?"

"Sir, this is, we, um, this is the grilled wings made by Oliver." When facing Gideon, Garcia was always at a loss.

"It smells good. Cooking is a good hobby." He patted Oliver on the shoulder as he spoke.

After Hotch and Gideon walked to the office talking, Oliver whispered, "Daddy?"

He didn't forget that when watching Criminal Minds, he complained that Hotch and Rossi were Mom and Dad. If Hotch was Dad, then Gideon, "No, it's Mommy."

"Gideon is Mom." Dr. Reid, bau's babykid said with certainty.

Oliver used to feel that bau's work pressure has always been caused by various psychopaths all over the United States, but now he finds that the paperwork here is also a big burden. He only completed one case and felt that he was about to drown in official documents. in the ocean.

His admiration for ** and Hotch was born.

Oliver was writing with a pen in one hand, and propping his forehead with the other. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw ** walking quickly.He put the pen back in the pen holder and looked up.

**I saw Agent Oliver, who was new to the team, looking at him with glowing eyes, like a child finally seeing candy.

"Guys, we have a new case." She raised the documents in her hand, then walked to Oliver's desk alone, and asked intimately, "Is there anything wrong?"

Oliver shook his head, "****, you are my savior, I can't stand these reports anymore."

** There was a smile in the blue eyes, "You have to get used to this, didn't cia make these work reports?"

"I usually leave these things to others for help." Oliver said coyly.

Oliver has always left these matters to Tom. Although the two are at the same level in terms of administrative level, Oliver always uses him as an assistant.

The actual job is that Tom, who is responsible for Oliver Williams' personal safety, is suffering.

"Go to the meeting room, the team members need to understand the case."

Oliver nodded, the bau group's round table meeting, understood.

**Send the case information to everyone, turn on the projection screen, and show the victim's picture.

"The Los Angeles police found seven corpses within three months, all of which had their eyes gouged out." The police pulled out photos of each victim, "The cause of death was all gunshot wounds to the head, and the Los Angeles police believe it was A serial killer commits a crime, ask bau for help."

Oliver flipped through the files of the deceased.

"There were 4 females and [-] males. Except for the unidentified body of a female, the rest of the bodies were identified. The police believed that this woman was a wandering warbler." ** said.

"Different genders, different skin colors, different appearances, and different classes. It is not ruled out that the murderer committed the crime randomly." Gideon quickly made an opinion.

"Gouging out eyes has special properties in many cultures. In Egyptian mythology, Horus, the god of the sky, lost to his uncle Seth and was brutally gouged out. In Norse mythology, Odin gouged out his eyes. One eye can see everything, the murderer may have special religious beliefs," Reid said.

"There is no connection between the victims, but the murderer's way of committing the crime is obviously purposeful, and he has his own way of choice." Oliver mentioned.

"Three months, seven corpses, our murderer has a very short cooling-off period, a tricky case." Morgan frowned.

"Assembly on the plane in 10 minutes." Team leader Hotch quickly decided.

The author has something to say: After that, there will be a mixture of original cases and cases in the play.The clues to this case are all in the title.