[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The air was silent for a while, and Oliver subconsciously touched the ring on his index finger.

"Still a goldfish." Sherlock snorted, John smiled shyly at Oliver, and grabbed Sherlock's sleeve, telling him to restrain his temper.

"Well, Detective Inspector Lestrade, is this boy a part of this case?"

Oliver gritted the accent on the word boy. It wasn't a gnashing of teeth, but a kind of helplessness like looking at a bear, and John felt the same way.

"If he wants to participate, I can't stop him." Lestrade said, although this case involves some political factors, but looking at this guy's identity, the small staff of the British government will take care of everything for his brother The, "Also, he's not paid, so...you can think of it as Scotland Yard's, special counsel, I remember the FBI having that position."

The meaning of the words is obvious, Sherlock is bound to stir himself into this muddy water.

"Detective Lestrade, we now need specific information on the crime scene." Hotch asked, the little things on the plane just now were far from enough.

"Of course," Lestrade grabbed his already thinning hair, raised his wrist to confirm the time on the watch, "The museum is closed, and we can't go to the crime scene to investigate for the time being, everyone can visit the crime scene first Then go to have dinner in London, go back to sleep, and tomorrow morning I will take you to the museum collection room. There needs to be an appointment application in advance, so please be on time tomorrow morning.”

With that said, Lestrade led everyone into the office.

A map of London, a floor plan of the museum, and a detailed internal structure diagram have been pasted on the whiteboard, while photos of the victims and related materials are still placed on the side table, waiting for the BAU team to arrange them according to their habits.

"Everyone, regarding this internal structure diagram of the museum, it records all the details, including all security systems, and detailed photos of the storage room. Please try not to take these pictures out of this office."

Although the museum is not a military and political center, judging from the priceless cultural relics preserved in it, the detailed structure can be handed over to the BAU foreign team, which can show the sincerity of Scotland Yard and the difficulty of the case.

"No problem." Hotch agreed, holding a photo in his hand, "Is this the closest cultural relic to the crime scene?"

The photo shows a crown in a glass case, the outside of which is covered with dried blood.

"Yes. It should be said that the corpse is placed under this cultural relic display case."

"The Koh-i-Noor crown." Reid saw the origin of the crown on the picture at a glance, "The Koh-i-Noor diamond inlaid on it is a historically famous diamond, produced in the Carat Mine in India.

In the 16th century, it was the treasure of the Mughal Empire. In the 18th century, it became the spoils of the Persian king. It was not until the middle of the 19th century that it was occupied by the British royal family.Later, in 1895, when the Koh-i-Noor was re-cut and polished and dedicated to Queen Victoria, the diamond was set in the Queen Mother's crown.

But it is said that this diamond bears a curse. The man who owns this diamond will own the whole world, but he will also have bad luck. Only God or a woman wearing it can be safe.

Historically speaking, this is true.But I think there's a lot of fiction involved, and psychology, reasons, and…"

"Reid, that's enough." Hotch cut him off.

"Curse," Oliver rubbed his chin, "If I remember correctly, the story of Tutankhamun is always related to the curse. The researchers who entered his pyramid passed away one after another. These two things have nothing to do with each other in history. But maybe the killer just had a penchant for curses."

"In fact, the researchers who entered the pyramid did not die from a curse, but a deadly microorganism that had never been seen in the pyramid. They came from thousands of years ago and have been growing in the closed pyramid. Death, so human beings have no resistance to the persecution of this microorganism.

Moreover, Tutankhamun is the best-preserved one of the newly discovered pyramids, not because of this curse, but because he built a fake tomb on top of the real tomb, and all the tomb robbers only found the fake tomb, the real tomb was able to survive.

So if Tutankhamun really had a curse, he didn't need to build two tombs to hide his eyes and ears.If it is necessary to say what is the historical connection between the Koh-i-Noor and Tutankhamun's golden crown, they all came from the British colonies. "

"Aren't there still a few cultural relics snatched from the colonies of the empire on which the sun never set in the British Museum?" Oliver sneered, "There is no need for the murderer to be obsessed with the Koh-i-Noor in the preservation room."

There are many exhibition halls about ancient civilizations in the British Museum. It is obvious that the cultural relics displayed here do not belong to this island country with a short history.

Did Reid think he had said the wrong thing?That's why Oliver suddenly spoke harshly, which is rare for him.

Hotch looked at Oliver, he knew that Oliver always had some strange obsessions, but these obsessions should not appear now. Oliver thought he could hear Hotch calling his name under Hotch's gaze.

He calmed down his agitated mood, and pressed his fingers on his forehead, "I'm sorry."

"Did the murderer not touch the crown in the display case?" Rossi asked.

"Not at all." Lestrade was also puzzled by this. "The murderer broke into the museum's storage room and seemed to do nothing else just to throw the stumps there. Both the sound of light and the golden crown are intact Lossless. That's probably the only consoling thing about it."

"Can I ask a question?" John interjected, causing everyone to look at him, and he squeezed his fingers with some unease, "Why did you decide from the beginning that this was a man-made case rather than a real one?" What about the curse?"

"Oh, my John, I thought you'd been on the case with me for so long, you'd have forgotten all the trickery." Sherlock moaned, resting his forehead.

Obviously, this is not a clear and unambiguous explanation.

"Think about it," John continued, "the murderer—let's assume there is a murderer here. He broke into the museum and didn't take the most precious artifacts, but left behind, a pile of corpses, which doesn't make sense. Even if he wants to show off, leaving a note is enough, why bother?"

"John, does this all look like a curse to you?" Oliver asked thoughtfully.

"Yes." John looked at the whiteboard, and there were photos arranged by Kate. Although he was a military doctor, he also met many dead people with Sherlock, oh no, it should be said that they were dead victims, but for such a crowd The broken limbs and arms still don't want to stay longer.

"What about you? Detective Inspector Lestrade, or what do the police officers who have been involved with this case think? Do you think it's a curse?"

Lestrade was silent for a while, then reluctantly admitted, "Yes, some officers do think it's a curse, including me, but I think it's too unrealistic, so I brought in the BAU."

"It's a curse that the killer wants to happen, and leads us to believe it is a curse."

"None of the newspapers in London reported this case." After hearing Oliver's words, Sherlock's gray-blue eyeballs shot a sharp light. "The murderer committed the crime at night, the Koh-i-Noor is stored in the safekeeping room, and only the staff can enter for inspection. Tutankhamun's golden crown was recently exhibited and placed in the external exhibition hall.

But before the opening of the museum every day, there will be cleaners to clean up, and then the scene will be discovered. Fatty is very good at cleaning up the scene and blocking the news, so that the public will not know the appearance of this curse.Although the murderer was a few goldfish, at least they could break through the security system of the British Museum, and their brains were enough to support them to calculate this situation.If there is no news, no information, and the public is ignorant, there will be no public opinion and panic.This appearance of the curse is only for those who can know the news. "

"The murderer wants to..."

"Stop, stop the chaotic logic and thinking in your head, your thinking is disturbing me, Owen!"

Oliver admitted that he was frightened by Sherlock's bear for a moment, and was silent for a few seconds, "My name is Oliver, thank you."

"He always does." John shook his head resignedly.

"Understood, age and IQ are inversely proportional." Oliver smiled, turned around, and said to Hotch,

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

? ? ? John couldn't keep up with the rhythm, "Are you ready to go?"

"There's no need to stay here," Oliver said. "The forensic doctor is not here, and the examination of the body can only be left until tomorrow."

"Yes, Anderson has left work on time." Lestrade sensed something was wrong, "I remember you didn't ask me about the forensics."

"Is this necessary to ask?" Sherlock finished his thinking, "Gary, I really don't want to see you lower the IQ of the whole street like Anderson. When the BAU team entered the gate of Scotland Yard, Anderson happened to go out. "

"So?" Lestrade still didn't understand. "Anderson and Agent Williams didn't know each other in the past, and my name is Greg, not Gary."

"I don't care about that." Sherlock squeezed his nose, "But you and John really need to use our heads sometimes."

Oliver patted Lestrade on the shoulder to comfort him, "I smelled the disinfectant on the forensic doctor, his nails were cut short, and there was no dust on his coat, because he always wore a white coat, but the shirt The cuffs were inevitably stained with some reagent color. He locked the door after he came out of a room in the corridor and turned off the lights in the corridor, which means that no one is using it. So there is no forensic doctor on duty now."

"Thank you." Although the members of the BAU team were as smart as Sherlock, people couldn't keep up with their thoughts, but at least they were more caring.

"Are you going to eat? I can recommend restaurants to you, and I can guarantee authentic British cuisine."

"Thank you for your kindness, but," Oliver touched his nose, "we'll find it ourselves, and we've got Kate here."

He is really not flattering about the local British cuisine.

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In the end, it was the local tyrants. With a wave of his hand, Rossi led everyone to find an Italian restaurant for dinner.

Although British food is unpalatable, people have to eat, so the number of foreign restaurants on the streets of London is much more than British food.

The main course is Italian, but the dessert is British.

British cuisine is really hard to describe, but I have to admit that their desserts are so different from their dishes, so that Oliver discovered for the first time that Hotch likes sweets, especially cream.

Don't ask why Oliver just found out that Hotch is interested in sweets now. The two of them live together and basically Oliver cooks. He doesn't have any special hobby for sweets, so he does very little - except when Jack comes to play .And given Hotch's character, it's really hard to think of Hotch as a person who likes soft cream.

"Aaron, which flavor of cream do you prefer? Chocolate, strawberry, or whipped cream?"

After the dinner, the team members went back to the hotel. Oliver and Hotch were not in a hurry and walked slowly on the streets of London.

In London in December, some snowflakes will fall from time to time. There is a thin layer of snow piled up on the street. Most of the snowflakes are swirling in the air. When they fall on the ground, they will turn into water and reflect the orange street lights.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, and only the occasional patter of the wheels of the car can be heard as it turns over the snow.The heating was turned on in the restaurant, but when walking on the street, the wet and cold wind rushed towards people.

"Huh?" Hotch was a little puzzled by the question.

"You seem to like the little cakes in that restaurant."

"Wellthat's...whipped cream is fine. What's up?"

"Actually, I'm not very good at desserts, maybe I should learn." Oliver smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"That's good." Hotch also curled the corners of his mouth. No one likes to keep a serious face, "And with you here, you don't have to worry about sugar making people fat."

Hotch's physical fitness test results this year are the best in the past years. Looking back on his irregular diet and work and rest that are no different from those in the past few years, Hotch is sure that Oliver must have moved something.

"So, although you like sweets, you rarely eat them because of this?" Oliver raised his eyebrows.

"Sometimes, but I can't give up sweets, sweetness always makes people feel good."

Oliver stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look into Hotch's dark brown chocolate eyes, "So, amisweet"

"What do you think?" Hotch took Oliver's hand, which was always warm, and the temperature slowly spread to the other pair of cold palms.

Oliver approached Hotch, kissed his lips, and swept his tongue inch by inch in the hot mouth, it seemed that the sweetness of the remaining cream kept sending signals of addiction to Oliver's brain.

"I don't know what I taste like, but, you are sweet, my dear Aaron."

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the next day.

The BAU team acted quickly on their own after being assigned tasks by the police station.

Hotch, Oliver, Reid, Kate, and Inspector Lestrade go to the museum, while Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi go to coroner Anderson to examine the condition of the body.

As for Sherlock, the restless and troubled parent, John had watched Sherlock sneak out the key to the morgue from Lestrade's clothes bag yesterday, and sneaked into the forensic room in the middle of the night to check the body.

To be honest, the forensic room and corridors were empty, and Sherlock's rapid words echoed in the open space, which really felt like a ghost movie.

John thought about it, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

Today Sherlock has time to go to the museum with Lestrade to investigate.

They were greeted by Koul, the director of the storage room, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle.

"Detective Lestrade, how long will it take to solve the case?" Koul took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"We'll do it as soon as possible. I've got the FBI's BAU team."

"This exhibition will start after the Christmas break, and we don't have much time."

A group of people followed Director Koul through a corridor with a high dome, and the white marble was shining. This corridor leading to the storage room has no windows, and the walls are also white and flawless. There is no wall lamp installed, but the lamp All installed in the corner of the ceiling.

"How's the crime scene going?" Kate asked Lestrade.

"Tutankhamun's golden crown exhibition area is going to be exhibited to the public, and there is only a bloody handprint left there, and there is no corpse, so the blood stains there have been cleaned up, and the blood stains were originally on the cordon of the exhibits Inside, so Mino optical inspections can also be performed if required.

At the crown of the Koh-i-Noor, because the storage room is not open to the public, the police officers just took away the body without cleaning up the blood. Sherlock can always get a lot of things from the direction of the blood splatter.I cleaned it once and was scolded by him. "Lestrade shrugged and said to his former student Kate.

"It sounds like your IQ has improved a bit, Ryan." Sherlock said abruptly, he has restrained himself from speaking until now, the main reason is that his cohabitant tried to make him speak less last night If you don't want to be sarcastic, you won't be able to accompany Sherlock to investigate the case.

Sherlock had no choice but to do so.

"My name is Greg, Sherlock, if you can't remember the name, please call me Lestrade." He was about to lose his temper.

"Here we are." The supervisor interrupted the conversation between the two at the right time.After a series of combination locks, fingerprint locks, and mechanical locks, the door to the safekeeping room was finally opened.

The supervisor walked in first, even though his footsteps were obviously a little shaky.

"Oh my god!"

Before the people following him entered the storage room, they heard the scream of the supervisor.

Lestrade, who was walking in front, quickly supported the director Koul who was falling backwards.

"What's the matter?" Lestrade remembered that when someone was called in to deal with the crime scene, the supervisor was also watching. Although his face was pale, he wouldn't still be screaming after so long.

Oliver and Hotch pushed the door open completely, bypassed Koul who was half-slumped on the ground and gasped, and rushed into the storage room.

The Koh-i-Noor is right in front of the storage room.

The strong lights in the storage room are never turned off. All the cultural relics placed in this room are prepared for the next royal jewelry exhibition. Gemstones, crystals, and precious metals of various colors shine brightly under the light, which is not surprising. It feels gorgeous, but every inch of reflection is like a sharp sword piercing people's eyes.

In front of the Koh-i-Noor's display case, there is more than just blood left behind.There were also a few pieces of corpses that were thrown on the ground in pieces, soaked in bright red blood.

The Koh-i-Noor is inlaid on a crown with a purple gold velvet top, and a gray translucent diamond changes its brilliance on different facets as people move in.

But the uncoagulated blood on the glass cover made her brilliance extremely dignified.

The murderer did it again.

Lestrade asked the museum staff to help Director Koul aside to rest, and walked forward to take a look at the blood and remains. "I'll call the police immediately to deal with the scene."

"They'll just destroy the evidence." Sherlock crouched next to the blood.Concentrate on examining the limbs left by the murderer this time. "One pair of hands, or rather two hands, came from different people, a piece of liver, a piece of kidney, and a small piece of vertebrae. If they came from different victims, then the murderer killed five people this time."

"These limbs were cut off on the same day," Oliver activated his ability and walked around the bloodstain.

"How did you find out?" Sherlock frowned. From the atrophy and color of the corpse, he could also deduce that the time since the corpse died was not long, but 'one day', which requires the use of other instruments for inspection.

"Talent," Oliver said.

"interesting."

Oliver ignored Sherlock's overly blunt gaze, he obviously didn't believe Oliver's words.

"Liver from an alcoholic, kidney from a drug addict, and a spine with the marrow hollowed out. The hands are nothing special, but I can't tell if the owner of these hands did something similar."

"Is he punishing?" Reid murmured, "The last time there were two heads, three severed arms, a lung, a broken heart, intestines, eyeballs, palms. I remember the forensic report mentioned The two heads and eyeballs. All of them were taken away, and the severed arm and palm were normal. The former owner of the lungs was addicted to cigarettes, the owner of the heart had arteriosclerosis, and there was no problem with the intestines.”

"The murderer killed five people in one day." Hotch stood aside, "At the same time, he still has a choice, Reid, did your geography write a safe area to find the murderer?"

Reid shook his head dejectedly, "No, and it's very strange. I compared the information of all known victims and found that one of them was in the east of the city and the other was in the west of the city. The location of the victim was not close, but the murderer was able to Kill them in a short time."

"Remember? We speculated earlier that this was a gang crime. They have at least two or more executors." Oliver said, "Not acting together shows that they are strong and confident enough, and they don't need to gather to increase their strength."

"Sherlock, what did you find?" Lestrade asked.

"This pool of blood was poured in a bottle. It means that the murderer put the blood in a plastic bottle of water or something like that, and then poured it on the ground.

These splattered dots tell us that the murderer arranged the scene deliberately. He first poured a layer of blood here, then put the stump, and then sprinkled the remaining blood in the bottle on it to add some horror atmosphere. After he was done, he fled. . "