[Zhongyingmei] That snake

When the TV news report turned to the disaster relief work, ** was the first to break the enigmatic silence among several people, "So, Oliver, you are also a mutant."

**Beautiful blue eyes are full of seriousness, but there is also a trace of bewilderment and doubt.

Oliver raised his eyebrows and readily admitted, "Yes, I'm a mutant too."

"What is your ability?" The curious baby Reid raised his hand to ask. After seeing Lily's ability to fold space, he has already performed various space theory calculations in his mind, and found that most mutant abilities are difficult to match the current human science. To explain directly, of course, having a ready-made research sample around him aroused his greater interest.

"Nothing special, it's just that Reid, your dark circles are getting worse, and you didn't get a good rest last night?"

"Really? I think my dark circles are natural."

"But that's not what your current concentration of meth in your blood tells me. I don't think you can sleep well under such circumstances. Of course, if you are immune to meth, I have nothing to say."

"Reid." Morgan cast a disapproving glance.

"oops." Reid dropped his head and shrugged.

"Also," Oliver continued, "****, your baby needs a vacation as much as you do, and you shouldn't be bothering."

Hotch also said the same thing to **, but she has not applied for maternity leave until now.

"Thank you, Oliver." ** opened her mouth slightly, and put her hands on her belly, "You always need me. And this baby doesn't have to make me leave work, at least, I have to accompany BAU The case is over."

"If you have any questions, please let me know. I think my abilities can work before I get the medicine given by the doctor."

"So Oliver, your ability is in the human body." Reid asked.

"Yes."

Morgan leaned against the table with folded arms, "That's why you don't drink."

Mentioning this, Oliver felt very helpless, "That's right, it's all because of my ability, it makes me too easy to get drunk." He opened his hands and looked at the palms and backs of his hands. He wasn't like Lily or Lily. Wanda's ability is so cool, "So I can't show it to you, sorry."

"Maybe next time we go to the bar, we can give Oliver a glass of wine and see what it's like for him to get drunk in one sip?" Prentiss smiled and offered a bold idea.

"I have a lot of red wine in my collection, you can try it." Rossi also joined in the joke.

Although BAU has solved a mutant killer Mark, when it comes to Oliver's identity as a mutant, the atmosphere is very harmonious, as if he just discovered that his colleague has a new skill, and it is an amazing new skill .

Instead of taking the mutant ability as a threat and fear like those people who are extremely anti-mutant.Because BAU knows better than the average person to look at the deep emotional thinking through the characteristics of each person.

"That's not a good idea." Hotch glanced around the team, and finally settled on Oliver.

Oliver blinked, couldn't control his facial muscles and laughed, "Well, it's really not a good idea."

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When Oliver and Prentiss found Brook, an undercover member of the anti-mafia team they were connecting with at the corner of Michigan Lane, they almost didn't think he was a local gangster.

"I was born like this." Brook had a cigarette butt in his mouth, and he wanted to laugh, but he made his gruff even more when he laughed, "That's why I was chosen to be an undercover agent."

It was half-dark, but the night sky was not yet completely dark, and the gray-blue sky still showed a little bit of the sun's remaining brilliance.At this time, the street lights were still not on, and the cigarette butt in Brook's mouth was emitting a little scarlet sparks, and people could vaguely see the tattoo on the skin of his **** neck.

How to describe his face?He was taller than Oliver, nearly seven feet, with muscular lines wrapped in a leather jacket, and his hair was shaved to look even sharper.

"Crow, the owner of the bagpipe bar, he can meet your requirements." Brook led the two of them forward.

"What is the specific situation?"

"He's like a middleman. You give him what you want to sell or show, and then you say your terms. He has a way to deal with those customers."

He said and looked back at the two of them.

Oliver was wearing a thin off-white T-shirt and a bulky black windbreaker, and the short boots on his feet were stained with mud spots and scratches that could not be wiped off. This outfit was temporarily in a second-hand store Amoy to.

On weekdays, I only wear a suit when I go out to work with BAU, although it is said that among the elites who wear suits, there are also beasts in clothes.But given the chaotic and dispirited image he's created in the script he's holding, Oliver finds it more believable and believable to mess up himself, like the stubble and dark circles on his face.

Prentiss was wearing a small black leather skirt and a plush top, and she couldn't follow in formal attire for work, which made the other two ladies of BAU, ** and Garcia, have a good time dressing up this usually beautiful and sharp The female detective's mind, and Garica also very considerately found the photos of Prentiss' rebellious period more than ten years ago, waved her big hand, and told her to dress her according to this style.

Of course Prentiss is helpless, but when you look at her current outfit, look at her smoky makeup and rich red lips, you know that she has failed in her resistance.

The lipstick she used today was not the slightly darker brownish red in the past, but a bright red with a cool tone—Oliver kindly provided color matching advice, which made Prentiss's complexion paler.

"Did you know that Lestat, played by Tom Cruise, was awakened by rock music in the original book?" Garcia was on the other end of the phone at the time. "From your description, Prentiss seems to have this kind of temperament."

"NO..." ** looked at Prentiss who looked loveless, "She looks like a broken doll, but she is really beautiful."

"It sounds like Morgan is going to fall out of favor. Let Oliver accompany you next time you go shopping. He always has good opinions." Garcia snapped his fingers.

"I am willing to carry bags for the ladies." Oliver was kind.

"It's a good outfit." Brook whistled, but raised his finger and pointed at Oliver's hair. "Since you're all wearing this outfit, let's untie the tied hair."

Hearing this, Oliver tore off the blue ribbon at the end of his hair, wrapped the ribbon around his wrist, and grabbed a few more strands of hair, letting Mai's golden hair loosen loosely.

For this operation, he didn't bring earphones for communication, and he didn't care much about the hair around his ears flying around.

Only a small bug was hidden under the collar, and the team members stayed in the BSU office to learn about the situation here in real time through the bug.

"Agent Prentiss, please go in first, and Agent Williams and I will go in after a while, if you don't plan to act together."

"No problem." Prentiss nodded.

"The Bagpipe Bar, the one in front?" Oliver asked looking at a bar that stood out from the crowd ahead.

"Yes." Brook smiled mischievously, took out the cigarette butt in his mouth, snuffed it out in the palm of his hand, and threw it to the side of the road, "Let's go, guys."

It is said that Bagpipe Bar stands out from the crowd because it is incompatible with other bars on this street from decoration to music.

In contrast to the deafening sound of electronic music in other bars, although the bagpipe bar also has music, it can be said to be very quiet.

It has a wooden signboard with the name of the bar engraved in cursive script, and the dimly lit interior can be seen through the cross-shaped window frames of fragrant camphor wood on the outer wall.

That's right, there is no strange light effect of laser lights inside, just a warm yellow light like candlelight cast in the room.It is enough for human eyesight to distinguish, but not so bright that it makes people feel as if this is an old tavern where travelers inhabited in the Middle Ages.

The door is arched, and the two doors pushed inward were wide open. Through the uncleaned glass windows, Brook saw that Prentiss, who entered first, found a booth near the bar and sat down. There were a few people chatting and drinking in the bar. , not too young.

He motioned to Oliver that they could go in now.

Brook led Oliver directly around the square bar, and walked towards the steps extending downwards. The waiter at the bar raised his eyes to glance at the two people passing by, and knocked on the bar behind the bar with a long bartending spoon. Bells rang, and the bar smelled of camphor wood, alcohol and butter.

Walking down the steps, you can see another high wooden counter. There are many round tables against the left and right walls. Strong men in twos and threes lean against the table to drink, occasionally chat a few words, but more often It's silence.

Until they heard the bell, they unanimously cast vaguely probing eyes on the stairs.

Oliver followed Brook quietly, with his head slightly lowered and his eyelashes lowered. On the surface, he didn't look at these people with his eyes, but secretly released his ability to touch the body information of these people.Appears to be the bar owner's bodyguard.

tuk tuk. Brook tapped the bar table with his index knuckles, "Boss Crow."

Standing close, Oliver could only see a clump of gray hair behind the bar. The owner of this clump raised his head after hearing the noise, revealing his forehead covered with forehead lines and age spots.

"There is business."

Oliver heard the sound of drums behind the counter, and the boss of the crow pulled out his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, "What can you have? Brook boy."

"It's not me. The higher ups want me to bring someone." Brook pointed to Oliver behind him with his thumb.

As for Brook's words, the higher-ups were not lying, but given that Brook's current identity was the small boss of a gang, Crow automatically understood the higher-ups as Brook's leader.

The advantage of being vague is that if Oliver's affairs are exposed, he can pass the blame on to others without revealing his identity.

"Come closer." The crow stretched its neck and looked outside the counter.

Oliver pinched the collar of the windbreaker that was missing a button, and walked slowly to the front to sit on a high stool.

He briefly glanced at the things on the counter and then looked back, sitting sideways in front of the counter without saying a word, with one elbow bent on the table and the other hand on his left knee, his back slightly bowed, nervous Shaking legs.

Brook's eyes wandered between the two of them a few times, and he said casually, "Then you talk, I'll wait outside. They still want my news."

Oliver turned his head to look at the back of Brook going up the steps. He sat at the round table behind Prentiss, listening to Prentiss smirking and dismissing the men who approached him, and then took a few glances at Oliver's side to observe the situation. .

"My lord, what do you want?" The crow's old voice matched his face very well.This is an elderly man with a wrinkled face, but he has waist-length gray-white curly hair. Although the color is a bit mottled, you can tell that his hair is well maintained just by looking at its smoothness.The gold-rimmed round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose are hung with brass chains.

"Why is it called that?" Oliver's entire upper body moved closer to the counter, and his head gradually moved away from the shadow area divided by the light.

But the low angle caused his face to be divided into two halves from the middle of the tall nose bridge, one half was a shadow, and the other half was only outlined in the dim light.

The dark green pupils were half covered by the drooping thick eyelashes.

The crow affectionately took an oil lamp and placed it on the counter, the bright red and blue flames danced in Oliver's uncovered eyes.

The crow raised his eyebrows, "They always say that the customer is God, but after all, I am a believer, and God is the most noble and replaceable in my eyes. Therefore, I can't call you that, so as not to offend my belief. Under God, It is the pope, for the same reason as above, I can’t call you that. Under the pope, you should be the king, so my king”

Oliver was silent for a while, "I think you're more like an old wizard working with strange things in a dark cauldron." He stopped shaking his legs.

The crow turned his head and glanced at the large and small flasks, crucibles, and various liquids in the transparent flasks on his counter.

"I believe in God, my king. These are my wines, but they are packaged in my own style. Do you want to try?"

He picked out a bottle of wine in a flask, poured the amber liquid into a small clay bowl and handed it to Oliver, "Scotch whiskey is a lake in the sunset."

Oliver lowered his head and could see the black ink marks on the crow's right index finger, thumb and middle finger, plus a small piece of white feather exposed behind the counter, this Mr. Crow still had the interest to write with a quill pen.

"I do not drink."

"That's really a pity." The crow pouted.

Oliver put a few pieces of wrinkled and weakened paper on the counter, and got straight to the point, "I want you to help me find someone."

The crow suppressed his smile, and began to flip through the papers, "Do you want to find the person who wrote this article?"

"Of course not," Oliver chuckled, "I wrote this, and what I'm looking for is someone who is interested in what's on it."

"Interesting." The crow mumbled, not knowing whether it was referring to Oliver or the article in his hand, "My dear king, I sincerely hope that you will get what you ask for, but before that, please drink this glass of wine. Poets and warriors always need wine as a sustenance."

Oliver frowned and tilted his head, drinking?Doesn't he guarantee what will happen?

Oliver picked up the small pottery bowl and took a sip of the wine. It was indeed a good wine, mellow and strong.But anyone who loves wine is reluctant to add meth or other medicines to the wine.The same is true for the crow, this is a pure and pure alcoholic spirit.

Oliver drank the last drop of amber liquid in the wine bowl with one sip.

"I like people like you." The crow raised the corners of his lips and filled his cheeks with folds, "Unlike some people, when I push them a glass of wine, they will always drink generously like a cow to death, it is really a waste .”

Oliver raised his finger to his forehead, "Now, let's talk about business."

In the BSU office, the team members sat around the computer and listened to the messages from the bug. Hotch paced aside, his arms folded, and his hasty pace revealed the uneasiness in his heart.

Others don't know what happened to Oliver when he got drunk, so why wouldn't he know?

According to the information sent back by Prentiss and Brook, there are quite a few guards on the crow side.I just hope Oliver doesn't get drunk and talk nonsense, or just pour himself out in the bagpipe bar.

Facts have proved that although Oliver himself was emotionally affected by alcohol, he would not say anything.Because whether he said it or not, he had already been exposed.

Another sentence sent back from the bug shocked the hearts of the team members.

"Oh, yes, we should talk about business. Why don't we start with your name and your identity, Agent Oliver Williams." Crow took out a tablet computer from nowhere and placed it in front of Oliver. These modern electronic products It is always out of place in this environment.

Oliver's pupils shrank, and the screen was the website of Crime Uncovering Network. In the center was a photo of himself, Hotch, and Morgan walking out of the door when they went to inspect the abandoned basement outside Baltimore. The three were wearing body armor, and the three big letters of FBI were printed on the body armor of the chest.

Don't care what the written report is now, this picture alone is enough for the crow to distinguish Agent Oliver Wiliams and the depressed young man in front of him as the same person.

The effect of alcohol caused the information received in Oliver's mind to explode exponentially. He rubbed his swollen temples, and the nervous system in his mind was activated again under the stimulation of alcohol.

He saw the physiological index fluctuations covering the crow, suspicion and interest, which made Oliver grasp the direction.

He leaned forward, exposing his entire face to the candlelight. The candlelight flickered and flickered, and the shadows that would inevitably appear under the three-dimensional structure were rubbed away by the fingertips of the candlelight, and the darkness began to slowly erode in all directions. , even the blond hair faded into the darkness.

He stared at the crow's cloudy eyes without hesitation.

The light in this direction is darker, which makes Oliver's pupils dilate spontaneously, the originally bright blue-green gradually disappears, and the red blood extending from the eyeballs almost touches the pitch-black pupils.

There was an extremely nasty smile on his face, as if someone had provoked a snake that had just woken up from hibernation. He was a little annoyed, but the threatening hissing sound of Snake Xinzi was not entirely angry, but full of anger. Full of patience and interest, looking at the guy in front of him who is not a prey but is better than a prey, he wants to find a way to move his body, so that his cold blood has a little excitement.

Oliver can control his words and movements, but he can't control the invisible energy that escapes and rushes towards the four bodyguards, without harming these people, but Oliver's protection consciousness in his superficial thinking gradually invaded their bodies. The brain sends down the inaction cues in the nerves.

It even affected the crow himself, "Warriors, put your guns down, I am a law-abiding citizen, and I don't want to be brought into the FBI by loyal and diligent FBI agents."

Oliver sneered disdainfully.

As for the lives that were transferred and traded in his hands, he has never had anything to do with him.

Now, Oliver just needs to play a good game with the old crow.

"Crow, since you've seen these things," Oliver tapped his fingers on the paper on the table, but he didn't stop, his fingers continued to tap the wooden table rhythmically, "You should know, this isn't Just theoretical talk.

Take a look at the cases reported on the Crime Decryption website during this period. I investigated this case with the FBI. The murderer seems to be an experimenter, and I smelled a similar smell at his scene. "

Oliver rolled his eyes strangely, and shouted almost fiercely, "No! Don't treat him like me! He's just a fool! There are too many restrictions in this society. If he lets go like this without any scruples, he will only Bring trouble. But I'm different because he'll fail and I won't.

You know, this career allows me to always have a steady stream of legitimate experimental material, which is pretty cool when you think about it.What an amazing idea, I will succeed, I will always succeed.

I don't know what he wants for his research, but I, I am different from the group of people in the university who are doing scientific research with state funding. What I want is just a result I want, and I don't need those honors. Regardless of the process, as long as I get the results. "

Oliver propped up his upper body, looked down at the crow, his tone was full of madness, his eyes were wide open, it seemed that the red eyeballs were about to fall off, together with the black skin under his eyes.

What a madman.Even Crow couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but with professional ethics, he had to do a good job for the buyer he took over.

"Then why would you want to find someone who accepts this?"

Oliver became sluggish in an instant, and he sat back on the chair, "I'm not looking for someone to take over this thing, I need a collaborator. I need money, I need medicine and experimental equipment."

"Then how do you pay for it?"

"If someone is willing to accept my conditions, I believe he will not be stingy in thanking you.

For whatever... No, you believe in God, then for God's sake, tell me you can do this, my crow. "

Oliver grabbed the crow's ink-stained hand and used his ability to deliver the final blow.When Oliver went crazy with his acting skills, his uncontrollable ability to release had been hovering in the crow's brain and muscles for a long time, until the final blow was done.

"No problem, Your Majesty. The nightingale in the cage will always fly away, but I will always be on the branch." The crow was in a trance for a moment, and he picked up a heavy and thick book on the table and placed it in Oliver's In front of him, he grabbed the quill dipped in ink and handed it to Oliver.

"What is this? Your magic book?" Oliver followed the crow's words and wrote down his name and request.

"Your Majesty, I am not a wizard." The crow said helplessly. "I am a bard. I love wine, bagpipes, elves and noble women. I will travel and return. Please wait for the news from the wind."

"tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, if you wish."

Oliver's ability can indeed be used to control people's thinking, and unlike Professor X's direct control, he needs to be guided by certain words, but the advantage of this is that the nerves will retain the memory of the operation, so the controlled person can only Take this as your own thinking without doubting it.

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BSU office.

Oliver and Prentiss met the unspeakable expressions of their colleagues when they walked into the office.

Oliver waved his hands to ease the atmosphere, "The task is completed, just wait for the news."

He sat down next to Hotch very consciously, and took off his ill-fitting windbreaker.The room has always maintained the indoor temperature stipulated by the FBI, 23°C, and you won’t feel cold even wearing a T-shirt.

"Oliver, do you know? If it weren't for knowing you, we would have almost believed what you told the crow." ** said.

Oliver circled Hodge, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Am I that scary? Will this image have a sense of substitution on me?"

"Sometimes you do." Reid touched his nose, for example, when Oliver was often in charge of the autopsy.Although the team members now know that this is because Hotch has long known about Oliver's special ability and made such an arrangement.But if you put this matter together with what Oliver just said in the bar, it can be seamlessly connected.

The perverted necrophilia hidden in the FBI elite, the third-rate Hollywood screenwriters might like this story.

"If everyone had a devil in their hearts, Oliver's devil would always come out during the interrogation. I guess that Mr. Crow was very scared." Rossi said.

Oliver shrugged.

But on this question, Hotch also seemed to have a strange agreement, he turned his head to look at Oliver, and said: You will not forget the girl who was scared to cry by you, right? "

What the girl said was that they needed a little girl to assist in the interrogation of a killer who didn't like oil and salt when they were handling a certain case.

After Oliver finished the psychological warfare with the prisoner, he walked out of the interrogation room holding the little girl's hand, and the girl beside him broke free from his hand and cried and threw herself into the arms of the beautiful and gentle sister.

Although, the case was solved perfectly, but because of this incident Oliver was required to write a five-page report statement, and stuffed himself into a plush toy suit to comfort the little girl.

"Well, that incident was my fault." Oliver rubbed Hodge's shoulder, "But I'm not always so scary, you see, Jackie just had a good time with me."

Hotch couldn't help but stroke Oliver's blond hair.

A big golden retriever may be a little silly, but it is very docile.But if he turns into a snake, even if he hasn't spit out the snake letter, those eyes alone can make people's hearts go cold.

But the golden retriever Oliver is enjoying himself with his eyes closed now.

Hotch paused, "Are you drunk?"

Normally, Oliver wouldn't cling to Hotch during working hours

"Probably, you know, a drop of wine can affect my thinking."

"Oliver is tired, let him go back to rest, and you too, Hotch."

BAU colleagues said they did not want to eat dog food.

"Yeah." Hotch agreed. "One more thing."

"I will deal with the issue of FreedieLounds," ** said quickly, "I will ask the bureau to put pressure on her, at least the cases we investigate cannot be reported at will. After the case is over, I will discuss the prosecution with BSU."