[Zhongyingmei] That snake

**Going on maternity leave, the external liaison officer of the BAU team was replaced by Agent Jordan from the counter-terrorism unit.

Being able to be transferred to the BAU team, her ability is naturally not bad, but her style of doing things doesn't quite go well with the BAU team.

While it is legitimate to use occasional decoys in order to extract information from a murderer, there is no justification for lying to bereaved families.

Moreover, the press release that was not unanimously discussed by the team members and Jordan himself did not understand the psychological state of the serial killer, it was inevitable that he would make some mistakes in his work, such as annoying the killer and speeding up his crimes.

In short, she was quickly transferred again.

"I kinda miss the fuck," Prentiss sighed.

"Me too." Garcia stood by Prentiss' desk holding a cup of steaming milk, "I really want to see the **** baby, he must be as good-looking as our beauties."

"Who will our next liaison officer be?" Reid looked up from a table of paperwork.

"I remember seeing a transfer order for a temporary liaison on Hotch's desk." Prentiss rested his chin on a pen. "The new liaison officer should be here soon. You can ask Oliver, he should know who it is."

Garcia looked at the desk in front of Prentiss, it was as empty and tidy as ever, "Speaking of which, why hasn't His Majesty the King come today?"

Regarding this appellation, all the conversations between Crow and Oliver at that time were sent back to BAU through the bug, including the fairy tale. Garcia changed Oliver's nickname after that, "The old king is gone, and the new king is on the throne."

"I just saw him go to the tarmac, with Agent Joyner," Reid said.

"Agent Joyner?" Morgan thought the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

"The director of the FBI's New York branch, the lady we worked with when we dealt with the bombing case before." Reid replied.

"It turned out to be her." Morgan rubbed his chin. The relationship between Morgan and Joyner was tense because of some job issues when dealing with the case.

Although Morgan himself is baffled by this.Fortunately, the case was resolved smoothly, Joyner's position did not change, and Morgan was not transferred.

"What happened in New York recently? Need her to come to BAU in person."

"Sounds like we've got a new case."

"That's right," Hotch and Rossi walked out of the office together, "pack up and go straight to the plane."

"What about Oliver?"

"He's already waiting for us on the plane."

"Don't you need to do a preliminary analysis of the case?" Reid asked.

"This time the case is in the UK, we will discuss it on the plane." Hotch replied.

"WOW." Reid let out a little surprise.

BAU has received many transnational cases, but most of them happened on the border of neighboring Canada, or were invited by the Mexican police.

Although there are precedents for crossing the Atlantic to handle cases on the other side, such cases are rare. Especially in recent years, Scotland Yard's case detection rate has also skyrocketed.

When the crew entered the cabin, Oliver and Joyner were already sitting on the couch beside them.

Oliver hung his head, trying to catch up on sleep.Last night, he first flew from Washington to New York, but he couldn't find Joyner.Then, they flew from New York to Kolia Town in the middle of the country, and found Joyner who had a good chat with Lim.He took her to BAU together, and then he was going to get on the plane again and fly to London for more than ten hours in the sky.

Joyner sat next to him, playing with Oliver's blonde hair seriously.

Picked out a few thin strands and braided them into small braids. In fact, she is not good at this kind of handwork.

Joyner remembered his own father, who had blond hair like that, maybe even longer.When she was a child, she took advantage of her father's inattention and did such a thing, but after being discovered, Joyner could never forget her father's stern eyes

So much so that since then, she herself has only cut her short hair with ears.

It wasn't until I met my nephew that I had another chance to tentatively weave some braids like a little girl.

Oliver probably knew Aunt Kate was playing with his hair, but he was too sleepy to let her go.

"Eh...Williams?" Prentiss was the first to walk up, looking at the scene in front of her, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

The cabin was originally very quiet, and the driver stayed in the cab with the hatch closed.So the sound of Prentiss just woke up Oliver and brought him back to his senses.By the way, he was shocked by the stack of documents on Oliver's lap.

He rubbed his sore eyes, "Good morning, Prentiss." As he spoke, he bent down, picked up the materials spread on the floor and put them away.

"Good morning. Your hair..."

Oliver shook his head, Kate didn't actually braid many braids, but the few braids hanging by his ears flashed before Oliver's eyes for a moment, making him notice the abnormality, "Oh, it's nothing."

He ran his fingers through the hair and pulled it a few times, letting the braids unravel by themselves.

"Well..." Kate uttered an onomatopoeic word with unknown meaning.

Next came Morgan and Reid.

Reid didn't notice the strange look on Prentiss' face, only Morgan asked.

Prentiss returned his don't ask me look, and sat down on a chair beside him.

Hotch and Rossi also followed in, "Everyone is here," Hotch looked around, confirmed that all the crew members were present, and told the pilot to take off.

"This is Agent Kate Joyner. We have worked together before, and everyone should know each other." Hotch didn't introduce too much.

"Agent Joyner, can I ask a question?" Morgan sat across from Kate.

Kate nodded slightly, "Please tell me."

"This may be a little offensive, but why, you will come to be the liaison officer of the BAU, is this a bit overqualified?"

It's not that being a liaison officer at the BAU is an easy job, it's just that Morgan is right on an administrative level.

Kate pondered for a while and said, "I didn't come here purely as a liaison officer. This case was invited by Scotland Yard, and I have worked in Scotland Yard for a while, so I have a good understanding of the working mechanism of both sides. Can communicate and mediate smoothly, is there any problem?"

Morgan shook his head.

"Okay, then please take a look at this case report first." Kate distributed the case report to everyone.

But this time the case report is obviously much thinner than the ones distributed by the government in the past.

Reid read all the text without using it for almost 1 minute.Others only took two or three minutes to roughly read the content.

"Is this the only information?" Rossi frowned. All the remains were found at the scene of the crime, so there was only an estimated death toll on the information, which was between 5 and 7 people.

This is not a small number.However, the content of the information is extremely brief, especially the picture information.There is only the forensic autopsy report, and the pictures at the scene point directly to the corpse, without taking pictures of the surrounding environment of the crime scene.

Kate nodded, and closed the documents in her hand that she had read countless times, "Yes, these are the only documents that Scotland Yard Metropolitan Police Department sent me, for various reasons of confidentiality."

"politics?"

Kate pursed her lips, "You can think so too. The news over there is that more information about the crime scene requires us to be there in person."

"Is the security of the British Museum so poor?" Reid thought.

Yes, the confidentiality level of this case is high enough. A large part of the reason is that the case took place in the British Museum, and more importantly, the crime scene was not an exhibit area, but a preservation room.

Inspectors of the preservation room found remains and bloodstains in the preservation room.These include brainless heads, half-cut off eyeballs, incomplete palms, and even more disgusting heart and lung lobes.

It was okay for this kind of thing to happen once, but it happened three times in a row. The inspector could no longer bear the psychological pressure and resigned to find a psychiatrist.

"Scotland Yard's forensic examination has identified four people. There are still a few remaining limbs that have not been identified - assuming the owners of the stumps have been killed, then there are three people who have not been identified." Kate said. "The information on the victims is all in the files, both men and women, aged between 20 and 40, with different identities, including students, ordinary workers, waiters... Three of them lived in London, and One was a passenger from Europe."

"Two heads, three severed arms, a lobe of lung, a heart broken in half, intestines..." Oliver skipped over a series of academic names related to intestines, "eyeballs, palms, strange combinations. Neither circled A certain type of organ cannot be assembled into a meaningful combination.

"There is another problem. The murderer didn't just leave traces in the storage room." Hotch sat upright. "He left a bloody handprint in front of an exhibit in the exhibition area, Tutankhamun's golden crown."

"Tutankhamun was the pharaoh of the 18th dynasty of ancient Egypt. He ascended the throne at the age of nine and died suddenly at the age of 19. There are different opinions on the cause of his death. Most of them believe that he was crushed to death by a wheel. Archaeological recovery of his body found that he suffered from family inheritance Disease, crooked teeth, and clubfoot. While Tutankhamun was not a highly accomplished pharaoh, his tomb is the best preserved of any ancient Egyptian pyramid ever found. Because…”

Seeing Kate's surprised eyes, Reid stopped himself just in time, "I..."

"It's nothing, you're a genius." Kate smiled.

"The cultural relics on display are Tutankhamun's golden crown. What are the cultural relics in the storage room?" Reid asked.

"They haven't informed yet, but I went to collect some information. The storage room should be the next batch of cultural relics on display, from the British royal family's jewelry."

"Are there any cultural relics lost in the storage room?" Oliver asked.

"No. None of the safety devices have been tripped."

"I want to break into the British Museum without touching any safety devices, and bring a bunch of corpses with me at the same time." Oliver pondered for a while, "Is there any information from the surveillance at the scene?"

"Judging from the tone over there, the murderer tampered with the surveillance video."

"The situation at the scene can only lead to one hypothesis. The murderer killed the victim in another place. He is not only proficient in electronic technology, but also good enough to know anti-reconnaissance. I am more inclined to believe that this is a gang crime."

"It's not uncommon for serial killers to commit multiple crimes, but most of the time it's a combination of two people, such as the Luen couple who filmed the massacre video, Brand and Kail who committed multiple shootings on the highway, etc." Rossi looked at the team members Let's see, when he looked at people squarely, his big and small eyes became more obvious.

"However, the combination of three or more people is very rare. Because most serial killers choose their companions to commit crimes together, they will belong to the relationship of dominance and obedience, and this relationship established psychologically is not stable," Hotch said, "especially It is for the mentally abnormal. Most of the three or more murderers will part ways due to disagreements, or kill each other. The ideal goal in the heart of each psychopath is different, so the simple relationship of domination and obedience in the mind, in the Difficult to set up in a serial killer group.

Unless this relationship of domination and obedience is not at the psychological level, but more about the connection and suppression of interests and power.But the problem now is that there is no collection lost in the museum. "

"Their continuous crimes will only increase the security level in the museum. If they want to use this method to cause riots and then steal cultural relics, it really doesn't make sense, unless they want to show off." Oliver Go on.

"And the exhibits in the collection room." Oliver raised his eyebrows and snorted softly, "The royal family's jewelry is indeed a good way to show off, making the most famous people in Britain live in anxiety. But it involves psychological satisfaction sense, which can easily make their internal relationship less stable.”

"That's why one of them left bloody handprints on Tutankhamun's golden mask," Morgan surmised. "He was provoking an internal authority."

"But why Tutankhamun. Does it have any special meaning for the murderer?" Kate asked. She was not a profiler, but she never denied the advantages of profiling.

"You need to go to the scene to see what it is like. At least you have to know what is in the storage room." Oliver replied.

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Oliver knew that when he went to Scotland Yard and accepted such a case, he would definitely meet that famous detective.But he didn't expect to meet so soon.

After the plane landed at the London airport, the BAU team went straight to the Scotland Yard Metropolitan Police Department under the guidance of Kate. After calculating the time, the police in London were about to get off work in about an hour.

London has always been short of police force, but the police patrolling the streets have not increased their enthusiasm. Of course, this does not include Inspector Lestrade who is in charge of various homicides. The London police will still use 12 points to solve vicious cases. .

Kate had already contacted Detective Inspector Lestrade. After the BAU team arrived at Scotland Yard, Inspector Lestrade had prepared the office, whiteboard, relevant materials, maps of London and the British Museum according to Kate's instructions.

Detective Inspector Lestrade is a middle-aged man, but the passage of time does not prevent him from having deep and handsome facial features, and even the hairline that has receded with time cannot conceal the beauty of this Scotland Yard flower.

After Lestrade and Hotch greeted each other briefly and introduced each other, he turned his attention to Kate.

"Welcome back."

Kate walked up and hugged her but said, "Don't be too happy, I'm still affiliated with the FBI. After the case is over, I'll go back to the United States."

When Kate first joined Scotland Yard as an intern, Lestrade was already a famous detective. Kate studied behind him, and the two have always been a teacher and a friend.

However, when Kate was poached by the FBI, when Lestrade occasionally mentioned to Sherlock that he had an excellent subordinate, Sherlock once mocked, if she is really that excellent, I hope she is not infected by your goldfish thinking.

"They're well paid to have such a good agent," Lestrade grumbled. "Have you visited your parents yet?"

Kate raised her eyebrows, "I'm not sure yet if I want to go back and see them."

"Why? You've been away for so long, they should miss you too."

"Maybe." Kate lowered her eyes. "So, I brought their grandson back to show them."

The expression on Lestrade's face froze for a moment, he looked Kate up and down, "Are you pregnant?"

"No." Kate didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Here, that one over there. I can't give birth to such a big child."

Kate pointed at Oliver.

The BAU team members who heard the news, like Inspector Lestrade, had their minds stuck for a moment. Oliver is the grandson of Kate's father, so what is the relationship between Oliver and Kate?

Prentiss recalled the strange sight he had seen as he boarded the plane.

If ordinary men and women do this action, it will inevitably appear ambiguous, but the first thought that popped up in Prentiss' mind at the time was that it seemed to be in a garden with a big white house, the grass was green and the sun was shining. On the face of an old man lying on a wicker chair, the old man is taking a nap with his eyes closed, while his little granddaughter sits aside, carefully stroking the old man's long hair.

The first thought that pops up in a person's mind comes from intuition, but is often denied, while the second thought is based on common sense.

But now, Prentiss just wants to sigh, a woman's intuition.

The team members were particularly curious about the relationship between Oliver and Kate, and Prentiss and Morgan kept winking at Reid, asking him to ask Hotch.

But Reidd's brain waves were never on the same frequency as the two of them, and he blinked his big golden eyes, unmoved.

Finally Morgan cleared his throat and leaned over to ask Hotch in a low voice.

Hotch tilted his head, "Didn't Oliver tell you guys? About him and Kate."

Morgan, Reid, and Prentiss looked at each other to make sure Oliver hadn't spoken to any of the three of them. Reid looked it up in his memory, shaking his head affirmatively.

"Kate is Oliver's aunt," Hotch said.

Oliver's concentration was interrupted by the ringtone of his mobile phone, and he didn't notice the stiff expressions of the people around him, but soon after the ringtone rang, he saw the strange number clearly on the caller ID, and the call automatically hung up.

Probably a typo? Oliver thought.

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"John, did you see the blond man inside?" Sherlock and John stood at the gate of Scotland Yard and stared at the BAU team. John felt that he and Sherlock were two voyeurs, or two who dared to commit crimes at the gate of Scotland Yard. voyeur, "That's your little buddy owl."

Owl (OWL) is Oliver's screen name.After the Hannibal case ended, his communication with Sherlock gradually decreased, but he often flipped through John's blog and reasoned against Sherlock with John, amazingamazing.

"I don't remember us ever seeing a picture of him." John looked blank.

"Oh, God, use your little brains, John. Their accents are American. Lestrade invited the BAU team to help with the investigation. I looked at the application documents on his desk."

The brat sneaked into someone else's office again. John held his forehead.

"Remember my reasoning with you? The owl is American, works in the BAU team, male, non-management, not very old - judging by his choice of words.

blond.Although he avoids people in his photos, one food photo has a knife and fork that reflects his hair color. "

"So you know it's him." John frowned, looking over at Sherlock suspiciously. "That doesn't sound very...reasonable."

"I think so too." The corner of Sherlock's mouth pulled out a strange smile, like a child preparing to play a prank, "Since you told me to be straightforward last time, I'll call the owl."

Sherlock shook the phone in his hand, "His ringer just rang."

"Why is my phone in your hand, Sherlock."

"Because I forgot his number. These unimportant things will be deleted regularly in my mind."

"Then what do you want to do now?" John asked helplessly.

"Since BAU is here, there must be some interesting cases that the little goldfish of Scotland Yard can't solve. BAU's IQ is above the level, but it's not much better than goldfish. I think there are at least eight goldfish in this case. Star. Well, my John, it's time to join their discussion."

The little military doctor could only run around with his cohabitants without complaint.

"Owl, tell me what new case you have." Sherlock rushed directly to put a hand on Oliver's shoulder.

That made Oliver turn quickly and alertly, and look at the curly-haired man with gray-blue eyes.

"Um... Mr. Sherlock Holmos" Oliver asked uncertainly.

Lestrade was complaining to Kate about what a headache this freak was, when the culprit himself came to the door.

Lestrade looked at Oliver apologetically, "Yes, this is Sherlock Holmos, who calls himself Consulting Detective. Do you know him?" He noticed that Oliver said Sherlock's name as soon as he opened his mouth.

Oliver glanced at Hotch, who was also watching him. "Yes, I've read Dr. Watson's blog and had a few conversations with Mr. Sherlock."

"That's right, netizen. Just like the three middle school students." Sherlock smiled suddenly, with a sinister expression on the surface.

"You're a field agent, but when I tap you on the shoulder, you just turn around quickly, and you have something on your waist, I assume it's a gun, but you didn't choose to draw it. Not even a point The tendency to draw guns.

If you're new, that's easy to explain, but I'm guessing you were in the CIA for a while, and didn't that get you used to guns?

Don't you like wrestling?Oh no no no, since your job direction shouldn't involve hand-to-hand combat when you're in the CIA, at least not too often.Civilian?

No, you don't look like it either, and your reflexes are quick enough.That is to say, you may be in danger, but in such danger, you don't need to draw your gun yourself, someone is protecting you.A person needs to be protected, either he is in a high position, or he is very important.You can be transferred, so I guess it's the second possibility.

Working in the CIA, professional skills are in the direction of psychology.It wouldn't be scientific researchers, so interrogators? Sherlock stared at Oliver with intense eyes, like a student who expects the teacher to confirm his answer, but the student is also proud enough that he already thinks his answer is the most correct.

So he didn't stop, but continued, "When I called your name, you first glanced at this agent," Sherlock pointed to Hotch, "It was Lestrade who talked to him first. , I think he should be your team leader. Oh no, not only that, the hair tie you used to tie your hair is not new, you should have used it for a long time, but you didn't replace it, maybe it You didn't buy it yourself, but it was a gift from someone who meant a lot to you. He was the same color as your cufflinks, and the same color as the detective's cufflinks."

This shirt is one of the suits that Oliver gave Hotch last Christmas. The dark blue jacket is not suitable for work. Hotch only wears a black suit in his daily work, but the white shirt is fine.

In addition, Oliver begged Lim to make an identical set. Just today, the two of them wore the same style of shirt, the same cuff buttons, dark blue topaz, and the same color as the suit.

"The reason you exchanged glances with this detective just now is because of my name, which means that this gentleman also knows me, and it is your common recognition. Think about when we posted a message on the crime disclosure website before, the United States The time is in the middle of the night. I guess BAI will not squeeze employees like that fat man, and continue to handle cases in the middle of the night.

You're supposed to be in your room, but this gentleman is with you too, and if I recall correctly the BAU group is well funded.So, you two, being in the same room is your own will.You are lovers.

The team members knew about this a long time ago, and they have remained calm until now.Only Kate opened her eyes slightly to show her surprise.

Although the attitude towards homosexuality in European and American countries is very tolerant, no matter what sexual orientation the relationship is, if a stranger points it out in public, you will feel a little angry or embarrassed.At least that's what John thought, and he was really afraid that this Mr. Owl would jump up and beat Sherlock up.Speaking of which, he still doesn't know the name of this Mr. Owl.

Unexpectedly, Oliver listened to Sherlock's long words with a calm expression.When it was over, there was neither embarrassment nor anger on the face.

On the other hand, Hotch, although his expression was as calm as ever, the tips of his ears were already red.The team members looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts and said that they didn't see anything, and even Reid didn't show up at this time.

"Oliver Williams." Oliver held out his hand to Sherlock.

This kind of reaction is also a bit uncommon for Sherlock, most of the time, the people who are exposed by him will either become angry with embarrassment, or shout amazingamazing.

"Okay? I should shake your hand now, right? Sherlock Holmos." Sherlock reached out and shook Oliver's hand.

"So Mr. Holmos, now you know me and I know your name. Can we get to work?"

"of course."

It was the first time for John to meet such a fresh, refined and unaffected person, who could answer Sherlock's words so calmly and indifferently, that Sherlock didn't know how to answer.

This is just John's wishful thinking, and Sherlock has a hundred things to say to break the ice, such as now that he saw the ring on Oliver's hand, "Why is it the right index finger? There are wear marks on the ring, you have worn it all year round, but it hasn't been exposed to the sun." Hen, haven't you stayed indoors all this time out of the sun?"

There are no tan marks on Oliver's fingers, mainly due to the effect of mutation ability, just like now, certain marks on the body will reveal personal information.

"Is this ring worn by someone else all the time? It doesn't make sense. It's a diamond, an inverted polished diamond, interesting design. Bytheway, nicering."