[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Leonard put the warm tea aside, and pushed the teacup some distance away with his hands.

Oliver didn't look sideways, just pretending not to notice his move.

"I don't know either. Tell me about the Koh-i-Noor. Why are you so sure the one in the museum is real?"

"Because I know all the jewels in the storage room, every bit of them, every cut and every scratch. The Koh-i-Noor in the storage room." He paused, and now this is the Koh-i-Noor crown It was indeed proved to be a fake, a fake whose half was burnt and turned into ashes, "In terms of appearance, there is absolutely no difference between him and the original, even the diamond I have checked, it is a real diamond .”

"But that diamond burned too, didn't it?"

"It's just carbon after all," Leonard said, but at the same time he started to frown, "That's not right, carbon has to be at least 850°C to catch fire." "

"So what's the reason? The crown was burned, it can't be a curse, right?" Oliver paid attention to Leonard's expression, the muscles above his eyes moved his eyebrows up a distance, and he was also surprised by this , and the deepened wrinkles between the brows indicate that this problem is also bothering Leonard.

Leonard's eyeballs turned to the left of the socket, and his eyes wandered to the left of the interrogation room, and finally fixed on the door of the interrogation room like a straw, but soon, he adjusted his breathing and looked straight at Oliver s eyes.

"I do not know."

He is lying.

But Oliver's eyes didn't change.

Leonard is just a part of the whole incident, and also the most fringe member.He does what is asked without knowing the details.

What exactly was the murderer behind the scenes using to coerce him? Leonard had already undergone a lung transplant, and the only thing the murderer could use was Leonard's record of obtaining human organs by improper means, but this method would definitely kill a thousand enemies and harm himself by eight hundred.And for Leonard, whether it's public opinion or a change in status, even if the incident is exposed, it's better than being an accomplice in a murder.

Oliver bit his lower lip, and his eyelids dropped to cover half of his eyes. The high-power light bulbs in the interrogation room emitted strong white light, making every subtle expression on the criminal's face invisible under the light. Watched from the shadows.

But this time, Oliver was too close, and the light also shone on his smooth forehead and golden brown eyelashes, and the slight trembling showed the bewilderment of a 'little newcomer'.

In the end, he took his hands off his cheeks and continued to drag the chair closer to the table, "Dr. Leonard, take it easy. We know you are not the murderer in this case. All we want to do is to get some effective Information, catch this murderer as soon as possible. If you don't want to talk about this, I can change the subject. For example, what kind of research are you doing?"

"Precious and semi-precious stones and court art."

"Wow, this is interesting, can I ask how much the Koh-i-Noor is worth now?"

"U.S. $70 or more." Talking about his specialty, Leonard suddenly became interested, "Among cut gemstones, this price is not high, much more than his precious gemstones, and in terms of weight alone And the shape, the Koh-i-Noor is not worth the price, but the history and legend that people have given it. Even if one person can spend so much money, even ten times, twenty times, the Koh-i-Noor will not be sold, it It's priceless."

"What about its curse? I've always wondered about that. Is it true, or is it just a story people made up."

"There are many cursed gemstones in the rumors," Leonard relaxed, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Hope, French blue diamonds...do you know these gemstones?"

Oliver pretended to brush his hair, put his hands to his ears, and tapped the earphones with his fingers.

Everyone outside the room was always watching the situation in the interrogation room, and Hotch noticed Oliver's small movements.

"Reid."

"Hmm." Reid quickly understood what the team leader meant, and began to describe the situation of the two gems in the earphones.

It was too long, so Oliver had to put his fingers on his chin in a contemplative manner to procrastinate for a while, and then pick out some key points to retell.

To be honest, BAU's backing is many times better than when it was in the CIA, except for Tom, a graduate of the history department of Yale University.

"But in fact, it's all just a gimmick," Leonard smiled. "The owner of the gem has such a fate, how can he blame a stone? If he died while competing with others for this diamond, then Calling it a diamond is a sin, but it is only destiny that the person who owns it perishes because of his own destiny."

"He didn't answer the question about the Koh-i-Noor directly," Morgan found.

"He must know something, but he is leading us to believe that the Koh-i-Noor is just an ordinary gem." Hotch replied.

"Fate." Oliver chuckled, "Do you believe in God?"

"I used to believe it."

This is in the past tense. "Why?"

"What about you? Do you trust him?" Leonard asked back.

"Well, I'm a pantheist." Oliver said indifferently.

"God will not save the world, why should I believe in him? Be an ascetic according to the teachings in the Bible?"

"God doesn't save the world..." Rossi murmured, "He's cured of lung cancer, but he said this. Um, Kate, can I find out more about this Mr. Leonard? About his family. "

"No problem." Kate replied, walking towards the familiar reference room.

"This is a really heavy topic." Oliver's chat continued.

"Indeed." Leonard smiled self-deprecatingly.

Oliver's eyes shifted to Leonard's hand. The temperature in the interrogation room was indeed low enough. Leonard's nails had already started to turn purple. He couldn't help curling his fingers, but the ring on his ring finger was still conspicuous.

"Where's your wedding ring? Since you're an expert in gemstones, that ring must be special."

Leonard raised his left hand and stared at the silver diamond ring on his ring finger, with nostalgic emotions in his eyes, "This diamond is very ordinary, but this ring is really special. It was designed by my wife herself."

"very beautiful."

"Yes, just like her, but unfortunately she passed away a year ago."

"Oh, my God." Oliver held his forehead, regretting that he had said the wrong thing again, "I'm sorry."

There are only two possibilities for a person who still wears a wedding ring after his wife dies. One is to rely on the wedding ring to pawn off some unnecessary rotten love affairs, and the other is to truly love his deceased partner. For Leonard, it must be the second situation.

Leonard shook his head, "It's all over, at least I still have a daughter with me, she is a good girl. Today is her birthday, I promised to accompany her to have a big dinner in the afternoon, Mr. Agent, When can I go? I don't want to be late."

"I'm not sure." Oliver looked guilty.

A disappointed and anxious expression appeared on Leonard's face.

"However, I can ask my team leader for you, and help you get some hot water by the way."

Leonard nodded.

Walking out of the interrogation room with a teacup in hand, the expression on Oliver's face instantly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a tense seriousness at the corners of his mouth.

"Bring him a cup of hot coffee instead," Oliver handed the teacup to the Scotland Yard police officer nearby, "then you can turn up the heating temperature."

Colleagues in the BAU team are used to Oliver's ability to change his face instantly when he walks out of the interrogation room. You can write a dictionary without repeating swear words for 20 minutes, just like a lion with a hairy head.The murderer was so stimulated that he cursed and accidentally revealed the truth. Oliver walked out of the interrogation room, and the moment the door was closed, the anger on his face suddenly disappeared, and he asked with a smile, what will we have for dinner after the case is over?

Morgan really wanted to find a goldsmith to give him an Oscar statuette.

But Lestrade obviously didn't realize this. He just looked at Oliver's expression and almost thought that the FBI agent had betrayed him. Seeing the usual expressions of other people in BAU, he didn't express his doubts.

"This is Leonard's family status information." Hotch handed him a stack of copy paper, "You should need it."

"Thanks," Oliver took over and flipped through the pages. "My wife also died of lung cancer. What an unfortunate couple."

"And both had hereditary lung cancer," Hotch added.

"So their daughter..."

"Because of the regulations on the protection of minors, a special application is required to retrieve her daughter's information." Kate replied.

"If both parents suffer from lung cancer, the incidence rate of their children will be twice that of ordinary people, and the heredity of lung cancer is particularly evident in women." Reid Science said.

"God won't save us." Oliver's eyes froze. "That's what he was referring to. That organization was threatening him with Leonard's daughter. I know what to do next."

When Oliver put the coffee in a thick white porcelain cup, with creamer and sugar packets, in front of Leonard, Leonard was flattered.

"Thank you." He carefully stirred the coffee with a spoon.

"You are welcome. Regarding your release, my team leader is discussing with Scotland Yard, and there will be a result soon." Oliver returned to smiling.

"You are a good man and deserve this diamond."

Oliver, who had ulterior motives but was issued a goodwill card, remained unchanged, but his tone was embarrassed, "This ring was given to me by my mother."

"The quality and weight of the diamonds are outstanding. Your mother must love you so much that she gave you such a gift." Leonard took a sip of his coffee, and the comparison between the steaming coffee and the cold tea just now made him He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the gradually rising temperature also made him relax, "I will also give my daughter a gift, I really don't want to be late today, girls in the rebellious period always have a bad temper."

"I understand." Oliver smiled, "I have a sister too."

"How old are you this year?"

"23," Oliver changed his age to the minimum age limit for the FBI Academy without pressure.

"I didn't expect you to be so young." Leonard was a little surprised, "And the group you belong to seems to be..."

"Great team, isn't it? Almost the best homicide-solving team in the FBI. I'll be here for a few years, and then I might go to another department. Seriously, the BAU is too busy. gone."

Oliver intends to portray himself as a rookie detective with a powerful family who came to BAU just to be gilded.

"That's good," Leonard nodded in agreement, "Your current job is too dangerous. If it were me, I would definitely not let my daughter do such a job, or find a man with such a job."

"Oh, Leonard, don't say that, my team members are listening outside." Oliver leaned back in his chair and laughed.

"So what? I'm stating the facts." Leonard shrugged, "And, isn't there you?"

"That's right." Oliver said, "However, my team leader asked me to get back to business. The technicians of Scotland Yard were repairing the surveillance video at that time. There were some problems with the surveillance video and the picture was very unclear. Comparing the figure with the person who has the password key to the vault, 80% of the task has been completed, if it is confirmed that it is not you, then you can leave soon, maybe you can catch up with the party with your daughter."

Leonard froze for a moment, "Surveillance video? Surveillance video should have been edited, how could there still be portrait records at that time."

"The video was altered? How did you know that?"

"I, I... that's what the director told me, on my way to the museum, he told me, yes it's the director."

Repeated many times for affirmation, another lie.

Oliver scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Dr. Leonard, why are you doing this?"

"Did I do something?" Leonard stiffened.

"The surveillance video shows you opening the door for them."

"I didn't open the door. I can't be in the surveillance video. I watched him modify the surveillance video with my own eyes."

"Ah...Dr. Leonard," Oliver sighed, "Who is he?"

Leonard's fingers tightly gripped the edge of the table, and his five fingers, which had turned normal color due to the temperature rise, began to turn white. He pursed his lips tightly, not allowing himself to say a word.

"Dr. Leonard, don't be afraid, I want to help you." Oliver's tone was the same as when chatting, not a serious reprimand, nor a high-ranking persuasion.

Facing a person like Leonard, he is an accomplice, but he is also just an ordinary person. Instead of using other methods to scare him, it is better to trick him into telling the answer bit by bit, which will avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles when nervous missing information.

"I also want to help your daughter. That organization is threatening you with your daughter, isn't it?" Oliver put his fingers on the table and leaned forward.

Leonard nodded with difficulty, "If I say so, they will kill my daughter."

"But what you are doing now will kill yourself. Please believe me, as long as you tell me the answer, we will definitely find the murderer behind the scenes."

"If this happens, my daughter will die." Leonard felt that he couldn't breathe well, and reached out to undo the first button of his shirt.

"The police are hunting them down with all their strength. Do you think they can still fulfill their promise to you?" Oliver said firmly, "What they can do, we can do too. Think about those corpses, they are just ordinary people, and they have their own Parents, there is no reason why those parents can't even get their children's bodies back."

Leonard suffers from intermittent anxiety disorder and Oliver initially thought his baldness was just a normal British condition, but he soon noticed a distinct layering of the color of his scalp, indicating that he had lost a lot of hair in a recent period.

Of course, there are many reasons for hair loss, so Oliver turned on his ability and found that Leonard suffered from anxiety and even secreted disorders.

Leonard is just an ordinary person. The lung transplant may have saved his life, but it pushed his conscience into the abyss.He also questioned what he had done, but in the face of the predictable death of his daughter in the future, desire overcame his conscience, and he chose to cooperate with this human organ trafficking organization in exchange for a complete lung.

Decisions are instant.And when the moment is over, his conscience will still condemn him.

Oliver seized on this, gained his trust little by little, and finally told him that he still had a chance to repent, and Leonard would not question the truth and correctness of this.

"Let them rest in peace." Oliver said flatly.

"Where should I start?" Leonard looked up, looking into Oliver's blue-green eyes, a blue-green lake, vast, calm, and deep.

"How did you find them."

"It was my wife. She died of lung cancer." Leonard wiped his eyes, "Three months before she died, I was also diagnosed with lung cancer. She died and suffered a lot. But what she left There was a website in the suicide note, and she told me that there might be a way to cure my disease, so I clicked in. The next step is to tell them my physical information, transfer to the hospital they designated, and undergo surgery.”

"I thought it was all over." Leonard closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "But they approached me again and offered this deal, and they told me my daughter also needs a brand new lung and they can provide it, And I gave them the map of the museum and the password key in exchange, I was not going to agree, but after I took my daughter to the hospital for an examination, it turned out that my daughter needed a lung, she was still very young."

"I thought they were just trying to steal a collection, but what I didn't expect, I heard the management meeting the next day, there was a lot of bodies left there, and nothing was stolen. It was a homicide. crime instead of theft. I don't understand why they would do it, and if I knew they were going to kill someone, I wouldn't have said yes to it."

They've been killing people, and Leonard has taken one. Oliver didn't intend to say this, he didn't need the last straw to break the camel's back, Leonard was a good source of information, and he didn't want Leonard to have a nervous breakdown right now.

All judgment and criticism should be handed over to the law.

"Do you remember that URL?"

"Of course." Before Oliver opened the notebook, Leonard grabbed the pen and notebook and wrote down the URL.

"There is one last question." Oliver took the notebook, "What is so special about the Koh-i-Noor? You should know that the real Koh-i-Noor has been taken away by them."

"The Koh-i-Noor has a special magnetic field, which I knew from my friend when I was doing related research. He told me that the relevant department had conducted related research, but he only came to this conclusion without going deeper. I guess this It may have something to do with his legendary curse."

Oliver got up and was about to walk out of the interrogation room.

"Now that I've said everything I can, can I go see my daughter?"

He turned his head, "I don't suggest you do this. That organization already knows that you have been arrested and taken to the police station. It is safer for you here, and we will also send additional police forces to protect your daughter."

"Let Garcia look it up." Oliver handed the notebook to Hotch.

"Where's Sherlock?" Oliver noticed that John was still here but Sherlock was gone, which was not often.

"He went to call Mycroft." Lestrade replied, "I can only get some information from him about research issues related to the Koh-i-Noor."

"Hey, guys." Saying that, Sherlock strode in with his mobile phone up, "About the Koh-i-Noor, the special magnetic field on that diamond is for genetic enhancement, but not humans, but mutants, I think Williams Sir should understand."

Oliver took a step forward, and before Sherlock could speak, Sherlock continued, "You're a mutant, too, after all."

"What?" John and Lestrade yelled, not knowing why.

Sherlock turned his head, glanced around in confusion and disdain, "Is it hard to see?"

It was really difficult, Oliver spent nearly a year in a group of profilers before being discovered as a mutant.

Garcia's phone call came in just in time, avoiding a one-sided overwhelming argument, "Gentlemen and ladies. Welcome to Queen's magic show time."

"How's the situation?" Hotch was not affected by Garcia's liveliness, his tone was still serious, and Garcia could imagine the corners of his mouth drooping across the phone.

"Sir, well, I have entered this website, what do you want me to do now?"

"What information is on the page?"

"The page looks clean and professionally built. This is an independent website, not hidden in the dark web. There are no pictures, only text descriptions, business introductions, transplantable organs and prices. No address, no contact method, but there is a private message window, which requires login."

"Open the private message window and use this account." Hotch passed Leonard's account to Garcia.

"No problem." The sound of typing on the keyboard on the opposite side was suddenly fast and sharp.

"What happened to Garcia?"

"Sir, please wait, I'm a little busy right now." Garcia said quickly, even her words were slurred, and she screamed, "This account is locked, they are attacking my computer."

There was a series of typing on the keyboard, the screeching siren of the computer, and the sound of the water glass being smashed on the ground. The chaos at the scene can be imagined.

The team members held their breath and did not disturb Garcia.

The chaos ended with Garcia physically disconnecting the power.Panting for breath, she sat back on the chair, completely paralyzed.

"Babygirl, are you okay?" Morgan asked worriedly.

"The opponent's methods are too powerful," Garcia cried on the phone, "I have been in the FBI for so long, and this is the first time I have encountered such an opponent."

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Garcia was repairing her computer system and couldn't help for the time being, while Leonard's account was locked. When Lestrade tried to get the technicians from Scotland Yard to register an account and log in to the website, the special identity verification stumped everyone. The verification conditions were not difficult, but Once the requested information is completed, the identity is revealed.

The investigation was at an impasse, and Oliver found a fast food restaurant outside the police station, intending to buy something to eat and go back for lunch.

There are only fish and chips, burgers, hot dogs, etc., and it is difficult to see any special food in fast food restaurants.

When Oliver walked into the store, there were many customers waiting in line, and the waiter kindly asked him to sit aside for a while while waiting to pick up his meal.

He casually flipped through the newspapers on the table, taking advantage of this moment to relax his mind.A typical British tabloid, most of the content is which entrepreneur is cheating on which celebrity today?How far has a certain prince's hairline receded?There is also a horoscope check.

Oliver quickly scanned all the content and found it a bit boring. God may know Oliver's mood, and soon sent some interesting things.

"Sir, your takeaway is ready." A clear female voice sounded next to his ears, and Oliver folded the newspaper along the creases and placed it on the corner of the table.

When he was about to take the brown paper bag and leave, he saw the waitress.

She has big caramel-colored eyes and fair skin. She wears the uniform orange-red wrap-around skirt and stockings of the shop assistants, and a white apron with lace around her waist.

She gazed at Oliver longingly, her straight black hair falling gracefully.

Does this all look normal, let's pick the point.

She was exactly like Moriaty.

Oliver assured that he was sure that he did not misidentify the person. No matter from the appearance or the gene sequence detected by Oliver's ability to automatically turn on when the alarm sounded from his physiological instinct, it proved that the waiter in women's clothing in front of him was Moriaty.

Moriaty itself was thin, and his height was not tall for men, and it was only a little above normal for women.

Oliver knew that his expression at this time must be very exaggerated, and his surprise almost overflowed his facial muscles.

Moriaty found out too, and he laughed under his throat and cried happily, "You remember me."

"No one can forget you, Miss..." Oliver replied awkwardly.

He looked around the entire fast food restaurant. All the crowded customers in the restaurant just now had left, leaving only a few men in suits standing guard at the door, probably Moriaty's subordinates.

Moriaty put the paper bag on the table, pulled the stool across from Oliver and sat down.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"Then who do you want to see dressed up like this?" Oliver tried to move his rigid thinking.

"Oh, come on." Moriaty pouted her shiny lipped mouth. "Now you should answer, I didn't think of that either."

"Hehe." Oliver didn't know what to say.

"Why are you laughing? Well, you should be laughing. I dressed up like this just to see you."

"Moriaty, what do you want to do?"

"You really know me, that snake." Moriaty let out a clear laugh, he still pretended to be a girl's voice with his throat closed and did not use his own voice, Oliver felt the goose bumps on his arms layer after layer .

He leaned closer to the back of the chair. If he leaned on the back of the chair in the interrogation room before to arouse the other party's emotions through movements, then now, he really just wants to stay away from this weird person, as far away as possible.

"You found Leonard, why didn't you thank me?"

Moriaty's implication made Oliver vigilant. The conversation he had with Moriaty at the time was intended to get some news out, but it was all planned by Moriaty.

"I thought you taught them the plan."

"Yes," Moriaty admitted readily, "I taught them so I could tell you how to catch them. Don't you really thank me? Don't forget the back of the card if you're going to words."

"No, I don't have that plan." Oliver replied with a dark face.He was a married man, no, even if he hadn't, he'd be crazy to say yes to Moriaty.

"It's unfeeling. Sherlock knows more about fun than you do."

"What the hell do you want, Moriaty?" Oliver asked the question for the second time.

"I want to help you, help you to help me."

"Complicated sentence patterns."

"Oh, American." Moriaty patted the table.