[Zhongyingmei] That snake

If you post something indiscriminately, Tom will delete it for him 'very sweetly'.

"Just some small inferences, of course, in your words, part of the knowledge of profiling is used. You work at BAU, and you may have been in another place a year ago, but it must be a national public office. Oh, the national public office Work and rest, the time is so unstable, the secrecy is high, and your ability range, could it be that you have stayed in the CIA before? I thought the CIA and the FBI have always been at odds. Okay, Mr. Agent, I will tell you what I know You, I need more details on the Chesapeake Ripper case."

Oliver's face was a little stiff, it was really embarrassing to have his vest stripped clean before meeting him.

But still adhering to his professional ethics, he started typing.

Across the Atlantic, "Oh, Sherlock!"

"You should keep your voice down, John, Mrs. Hudson went to bed after watching her family ethics TV series tonight, no rock music."

But it’s not John’s fault. Whoever opened his eyes in the middle of the night, was stimulated by a piece of light in the darkness, and saw a figure in a toga sitting beside the bed, his long face illuminated by the pale computer screen light. Not only pale but also longer, will be scared to death.

If it wasn't for the military doctor's good psychological quality, he might have jumped on him now and beat him to the bedside.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?" The doctor crawled back from the foot of the bed tiredly holding the quilt.

"Remember the case in the United States that I told you about? Now there will be a follow-up soon."

"Didn't Mycroft tell you to leave this case alone?"｜

"Do I have to listen to him, John." Sherlock turned his head, looking less intimidating now, his blue eyes illuminated more clearly by the white light of the computer screen. "By the way, teddy pajamas suit you very well."

"This is from Mrs. Hudson. J" Ohn touched his nose and tugged at his furry brown pajamas.

"You do always go against Mycroft. Don't be a rebellious child, Sherlock."

"Like a kid." Sherlock imitated John's tone, "Listen to your tone, John, I must be the smartest kid in the world."

"The details of the case investigation cannot be disclosed to the outside world." John read out the message on the screen, "Sherlock, go to sleep."

"John, give me the phone." Sherlock stretched one hand back toward John, palm up, waiting for him to pass the phone over, typing quickly on the keyboard with the other hand.

"Mobile phone, mobile phone." John rummaged through the pockets of Sherlock's pajamas, but found nothing. "Where did you put your phone?"

"Oh man, my phone fell into the pot. Please give me your phone."

"In the pot?" John's voice was full of doubts. "You mean the pot you burn in the kitchen during the day. What are you cooking?"

"Food," Sherlock laughed suddenly, "that's caustic soda. I'm testing the corrosion of strong alkali muscle tissue. Of course, my John, if you would like to taste the softened bones, I can go down and help you now." Pick it up, and it's also seasoned with metal ions from mobile phone parts."

"No thanks." John refused decisively, and handed his phone to Sherlock.

A line of writing is displayed on the screen

"It seems that you already know who the Leather Ripper is, but you haven't caught him yet."

Oliver had to admit that Sherlock was a born detective.This is different from Oliver who knew the plot in advance. His ability to predict is amazing.

So when Sherlock asked him for his phone number, he thought for a moment before agreeing, which might help.

"Let's talk on the phone, John is kicking me out of the room," Sherlock wrote.

Oliver's expression was a bit subtle at this time, it turned out that these two people are really a couple.

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Oliver and Sherlock texted for a while about the case.

Sherlock's hands were as fast as his speech, and while Oliver was still typing the answer to a previous question, Sherlock's dialog box had already swiped that answer off-screen.

Fortunately, Brook saved him. Today, Brook didn't wear a leather suit, but a serious shirt and suit, and walked into the BSU office. At this time, he had a bit of the integrity that a federal agent should have.

"The crow asked me to bring it to you. He has already found someone."

Oliver took the slip of paper he handed, the creases avoided the letters, and it read in beautiful cursive letters:

spring night. Kenny Dinner.

Crow to.

It seems that the big fish took the bait. Oliver raised the corner of his mouth, "Where is the spring?"

"In the suburbs, there is a Spring Park." Brook said.

Oliver folded the paper back along the crease and put it in the clothes bag.Deleted the original word on the text message editing page and changed it to 'working time is up, let's chat next time. '

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night has come.The biggest feature of Spring Park is the tranquility brought by the lush evergreens and lush vegetation all year round, and few people come here.

Oliver found a row of back-to-back benches by the fountain in the center of the park, gently brushed off the pine needles on the benches, and sat down facing the fountain.

In the center of the fountain stands the statue of the three goddesses of Meihui, but the circulating water system of the fountain has been abandoned. There is still a pool of stagnant water in the petal-shaped basin supported by the goddesses. Occasionally, when the night wind blows, some water droplets will flow smoothly. The shape of petals drips into the pond below, disrupting the projections of coins and fallen leaves in the pond.

Oliver tapped the bug hidden under his collar to confirm to the team members that he had arrived at the scheduled location.He smoothed the curly hair around his ear with his fingers, making sure that the bluetooth headset was completely covered.

Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi drove an SUV and some BSU agents waited for Kenny Diner to appear at the entrance of the park. Prentiss and Reid temporarily stayed at BSU to deal with emergencies.

"There are no vehicles passing by at the moment." Hotch's familiar voice came from the earphones.

Oliver didn't speak, he tapped his fingertips on the metal armrest of the bench.

"He's typing in Morse code," Reid said over the comm channel. "He said he sensed someone coming."

"All groups report the situation, are there vehicles and pedestrians passing by?" Hotch issued an instruction on the communication channel.

But the feedback from each group was all, no.

"He's here." Reid paraphrased Oliver's words.

There was an instant silence on the communication channel. The tapping of Oliver's fingertips also disappeared.

After a sound of fabric rubbing, a person sat down on the bench behind Oliver.There was a long silence, as if he was brewing something, but when he finally spoke, his voice was even more shy.

"Mr. Williams...I, I'm glad to see you again, sir."

Oliver's face was expressionless, but his voice was not indifferent, "I thought we were classmates, Kenny. You don't have to call me that."

"No sir, I, I should have called you that. I really didn't think I'd see you again."

"I didn't expect that it was the two of us who shared the same goals in the end." Oliver chuckled, "You should have read that article, right?"

"Yes, of course, I read it many times, and I dared to come to you after confirming that it must be you." Kenny sped up his speech, but still couldn't avoid stuttering.

"Your idea is still as good as before, and the feasibility is very high. I think we can achieve it, but, but."

"What do you want to say? Kenny." Oliver dragged on, like a wise mentor, persuasive.

"I also have some ideas, and I, I put it into practice, although not completely successful, but there are some prospects, Mr. Williams." Kenny suddenly coughed a few times, and then his voice became hoarse.

"Mr. Williams, I am indeed far behind you, no, God told me, I am too far behind you, you will always have genius ideas. But I can only shrink in a dark laboratory by myself .”

"Kenny, I've seen your lab." Oliver interrupted his self-abased statement, "It's not some dark lab, no worse than the one we used in school."

"But, but, do you know? The school's laboratory can only play its role because of you, and mine can only repeat failures day after day without you. I, I don't have a day Don't miss your wisdom."

"Aren't I here now?" Oliver said, his fingers tapping the metal railing again, informing Hotch that it was time to prepare for the arrest.

It's not fun to have a crazy fanboy.

"Then, sir, may I invite you to take a look at my experiments. Perhaps you can give me some guidance."

Oliver's fingers snapped, "Are you still conducting experiments?"

"Yes, although the FBI has been investigating very closely recently, I'm about to succeed, and I can't just give up, but I have to be careful when choosing test subjects. Fortunately," he said happily, "here It's quiet enough and sparsely populated that even if I take someone away, I won't be found."

Oliver resumed the movement of his fingertips and picked up the speed.Tell Hotch to suspend operations, there are still victims here.

Hotch directed the agents to temporarily stop their advance, and informed Reid to check the missing persons in the nearby area.

"There's a girl. Well, 21 years old, student, called Matil Andlan."

"No problem," Oliver said. "Go and see your lab. Where is it?"

"Follow me please." Kenny said respectfully.

Oliver stood up with him, and saw his face clearly through the dim white lights in the park.Compared to what Oliver remembered back then, the bridge of his nose was crooked.

"Oh this," Kenny saw Oliver's probing eyes, and touched his nose. "When my parents passed away, I was too sad and had some conflicts with the funeral home. Although it's not very good-looking, it's not a Big problem."

"Well." Oliver controlled all the expressions on his face within a very small fluctuation range, "Let's go."

"This side." Kenny pointed the way ahead.

Oliver found that he was not walking towards the exit of the park, "Is your laboratory in this park?"

"It was originally my parents' property, and I live here. And it's quiet enough to not be disturbed. You can occasionally see the trees that are thriving here, and listen to the birds singing. I guarantee you will love it here. "

No, not at all. Oliver sighed inwardly.

He followed Kenny to the depths of the park, and as the scene changed, the lights became dimmer, but Oliver could still see the oily grass and thick pine and fir trees with this light.

The plants beside the road are getting more and more vigorous, almost blocking people's sight.

"You take good care of the plants here," Oliver said.

"Yes." Kenny smiled, even though Oliver couldn't see his expression, he could hear the joy of the students praised by the teacher in his voice, "In the early years, I always disposed of all the failed products, and then I I found that some of them need to be treated, while the other part can be recycled. You can see that the trees in this circle are all taken care of by me, and they are growing well enough.”

He used the dead body as fertilizer, and Oliver understood what Kenny meant.Looking at the green leaves and grass, I suddenly felt that what was dripping from the tip of the grass was not dew but sticky and smelly corpse oil.But he had to keep his expression the same.

"You have great ideas."

"thanks, thanks."

Gradually, Oliver saw a circle of open space cut out in the center of the lush pine trees, and a house stood on it.

"This is it." Kenny opened the door and invited Oliver to enter.

Oliver looked around the interior structure, the ground part of this room is only used for living and living.

The huge bookshelf is the most conspicuous, with all kinds of professional books listed on it.Books in the United States are very expensive, and the prices of these professional books are even more scary, but Kenny is not short of money.

And a whole cabinet of notebooks, which Oliver guessed were all experimental notes.In the shelf at the top of the bookshelf is a column of framed photos of a couple of various ages, when they were married, with their children, and at work.

"That's your parents."

"Yes." Kenny's voice softened, "I miss them a lot."

He didn't pay attention to the photo for too long, "Come on, sir, this way, the laboratory is underground."

Kenny pushed open a heavy wooden door and led Oliver down the stairs.

As the two entered, the voice-activated lights lit up one by one like dominoes. When Oliver arrived in the laboratory, the dazzling lights had completely illuminated the huge laboratory, showing every detail.

The structure is the same as the laboratory outside Baltimore, except that the sulfuric acid pool is not visible.

Kenny led Oliver into a horizontal freezer in the center of the laboratory. A blonde girl was lying in the freezer, like a quiet, breathing doll. Her skin was originally wheat-colored, but was replaced by a dazzling blue-white The play of cold light.

When Oliver walked over and was about to put his hand on the freezer, Kenny stopped him, "Don't touch it, it's cold."

At minus five degrees Celsius, there is no possibility of survival.

"A girl?"

Kenny thought Oliver's tone was a bit strange, "Yes sir, what's the matter?"

Oliver turned his head and looked at Kenny who was just asking sincerely. You couldn't see any cruelty in his eyes at all, let alone guilt and pain.

Oliver took a breath and raised his right fist to Kenny's face.

Kenny is just a technical nerd who is obsessed with research. Even though he did not relax and exercise in order to find a suitable experimental subject, he still couldn't beat Oliver. In addition, he was caught off guard by the ring on Oliver's index finger and rubbed a huge dick on his cheek. mouth.

Blood gushed out, and he covered his face and started screaming.

"Mr. Williams!"

"You shouldn't be doing this, Kenny." Oliver strode over and kicked Kenny's stomach with the toe of his leather shoe.The huge shock to his internal organs made him curl up on the ground, his cheeks pressed against the cold ground.Trembling constantly.

"Enough is enough, Oliver," Hotch reminded through the headset.

"I'm not as violent as you think." Oliver accused innocently.

Hotch didn't forget Frank's face that was smashed by Oliver like the surface of the moon, so he was dubious about Oliver's words.

It was a special situation at the time, which was fine, but now that everyone on the communication channel heard what happened, Hotch didn't want Oliver to be accused of violent law enforcement.

Oliver put his knees on his lower back, pinned him to the ground, and forced his hands to be handcuffed.

In the end, he used his ability a little bit to stop the blood on his face.

"Aaron," Oliver said, "follow the route I just explained. I have subdued the murderer and sent the medical staff to come."

Under the effect of Oliver's ability, the blood on Kenny's face quickly congealed, but the cheek was deeply wounded, and the bloody wound spread all the way to the eyeball.Even if the wound heals, his left eye will be in serious trouble.

"I…Williams." Kenny mumbled.

"Don't talk." Oliver closed his eyes and turned his head away. "The wound will open."

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The straight light of the flashlight continuously pierced through the forest, erratically as if trying to cut through the darkness in the forest.Detectives from the Forensics Section took soil samples outdoors and prepared to take them back to the laboratory for testing.The paramedics have moved Kenny out.

Oliver cleaned up the blood on his palms, but there were still unavoidable bright red marks on his sleeves.

The medical staff carried the girl who had fallen asleep forever in the freezer onto a stretcher, and covered her with a thin white cloth.

Oliver has his back on all of this.

Hotch came over, "What are you looking for?"

He knew Oliver very well, and he would not do meaningless things because of bullshit emotions, at least he would not hurt his life and sorrow for such a classmate who had nothing to do with him.

"I want to know, why is he so sure that he can succeed, what exactly does he want to do?" Oliver's voice sounded slowly.

"Look, the arctic wood frog." Oliver pointed to the letters in Kenny's notebook, "He extracted the substances in the arctic wood frog to alleviate the slow-shrinking metabolism and the effects of freezing ice crystals on the cells.

Like the lifestyle of wood frogs in the Arctic Circle, by removing a certain percentage of water from vital organs in the body, the damage of low temperature can be reduced, so that it can survive in sub-zero environments..."

Oliver's voice became smaller and smaller, and when the last word was over, he paused, and then, as if someone had suddenly pressed a switch, he threw the book and turned to the medical staff who were carrying the stretcher up the stairs.

Desperately, he rips the person out of the way, but Hotch catches the nurse just in time at the bottom of the stairs.

Oliver lifted the white cloth without hesitation, and hugged the girl's cold body, "She's not dead yet."

The medical staff froze for a moment, and shouted at him, "Her breathing and heartbeat have stopped."

Oliver ignored them, but put the girl back into the freezer, and shouted at them without looking back: "Did you bring glucose and normal saline? Bring them here and prepare for injections. The more the better."

The medical staff couldn't figure it out, so they could only turn to the BAU team leader for help.

"Do as he says, as soon as possible."

The medical staff who received Hotch's order could not refuse and could only follow through.

The girl was lying flat in the freezer, and Oliver was fiddling with the temperature controller of the freezer, which currently showed minus 5°C.

"Aaron, can you use this thing?"

Hotch walked up to him, "It should be fine, what do I need to do?"

"Raise the temperature slowly, about once every 10 minutes, and call me when it's close to 0°C. I need to prepare something."

Oliver cut a gash on the girl's finger with his nails, pressed hard on the cold and stiff finger, barely squeezed out a few drops of blood into the palm of his hand.

For Oliver's ability, the skin is the best tester, he can clearly feel the ingredients contained in the blood.

"Kenny injected her with some wood frog extract. I need to get rid of all the extracts in her body to restore her normal heartbeat and breathing." Oliver said.

When he first approached the laboratory, he didn't feel the girl's breathing or pulse, which was also for this reason.

"Is there enough equipment here?" Hotch asked worriedly.

"It shouldn't be a problem. I'll do it as soon as possible. The medical staff will come in a while. Remember to cover me up. I should give her an injection in a while."

"You found a potion on Kenny's test bench for emergencies." Hotch responded quickly, but his expression remained unchanged, maintaining his usual integrity and rigor.

Oliver raised an eyebrow and smiled, "That's it."

Oliver took a tube of blood from the girl's arm with a needle and put it in a test tube.

The girl is indeed not dead yet, the cells in her body are still active. Oliver presses the mouth of the test tube with his index finger and turns it upside down so that the skin is in contact with the liquid in the test tube.

While the other hand was rummaging through Kenny's material cabinet, there was a bang and bang, and Hotch couldn't help frowning and looked over there, "Are you okay?"

"No problem." Oliver took his arm out of the cabinet with great difficulty, holding two bottles of the liquid Kenny extracted in his hand.

Hotch came over, took a bottle from Oliver's palm, opened the cap and asked him, "Where do you put this thing?"

Oliver bit his lip with an uneasy expression, "Pour it directly on my hand."

Hotch glanced hesitantly at the blue-green viscous liquid in the glass bottle in his hand, which seemed to be a witch's potion, and then looked at Oliver's determined expression.In the end, he poured the thing into his palm according to his request.

"I will continue to adjust the temperature."

Oliver nodded, "My side will be fine soon."

Oliver couldn't analyze a bottle of pure liquid, so he simply forced his skin to absorb the liquid on his palm, controlled the ingredients in his hand, and analyzed it directly in his body.

The other hand changes the composition of the blood in the test tube according to the results of the analysis.

In the end, the blood in the test tube turned transparent green, at least it looked better than the things Kenny extracted.Drawing the liquid in the test tube into the syringe, Oliver used his fingertips to force the freshly absorbed extract out of his body.

The medical staff who rushed back to get glucose and normal saline finally came back.

But the little nurse walking in front, holding a saline bottle in one hand and a needle in the other, looked at Oliver helplessly, "Where should I inject?"

She has never worked with an injection on a person who has lost vital signs.

Oliver walked over with the needle, "What's the temperature now?"

"It's approaching 0°C."

"Now inject in the abdomen." Oliver grabbed one of the girl's icy hands. After the ice crystals gradually melted away, the surface skin became moist, smooth and cold. shallow.

Although the little nurse was wearing a mask, her wide round eyes alone were enough to show her surprise, "Is this all right?"

She has never had a saline injection in the abdomen, which is not anesthesia.

"Do as I say, when the temperature reaches 0°C, inject in the heart and kidneys."

Shocked, several medical staff could only do as they were under pressure from Hotch's eyes.

Oliver grabbed the girl's hand, used his ability to control the water entering the body, and it traveled into all parts of the body, especially the vital organs.Too much water has been pumped out of these places to avoid ice crystal stings.

The temperature rises very slowly.The medical staff repeated their movements mechanically, and Hotch kept adjusting the controller.

Oliver squeezed the girl's hand tightly, without saying a word.He didn't know how long it had been, he only cared that the number on the controller finally jumped above 0°C.

He handed the needle in his hand to the little nurse.

"What is this?" The little nurse fiddled with the green syringe.

"A potion prepared by the murderer in case of emergency." Hotch replied, "Give her an injection."

"But," she was a little puzzled, "where should I inject?"

Oliver's mood relaxes little by little as the temperature rises, and now he can only say dumbfounded, "Intravenous injection is fine."