[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The ability to mutate is very special, but no matter how special it is, it must obey the law of energy conservation.

After Oliver used his abilities on a large scale, apart from being a little tired due to the high-speed and precise operation of his brain, he never encountered a feeling of powerlessness or exhaustion of energy.

He has also researched why this is, but the result is no result.To this day, thanks to the kind patronage of Dr. Hydra, he can probably figure out why.

The color-changing beam of light or energy column created a smoky color in Oliver's palm.

This is not what the naked eye can see. Only when Oliver closes his eyes and simply uses his ability to perceive everything in the outside world can he perceive the essence of this trace of smoke. They are not energy, but matter.

It is difficult for you to tell how many different substances are contained in this smog, but there are absolutely many types of these substances that can build a human body-because they come from the human body.

The unpredictable smoke rises from the skin in Oliver's palm, disappearing like sand blown by the wind, but the diffused substances from the outside slowly return here, rebuilding the surface tissue, and finally they can achieve a perfect balance.

Every moment, we are disappearing, but we are constantly being reborn. Perhaps we have long been integrated with nature and others. We share the same substance, the same atom.

Maybe this handful of particles once made up the hands of the head of the country, maybe that piece of particles will be brought to the roadside homeless by the sun.Everything in the universe, what's the difference?

All Oliver's ability can do is speed up their movement.It is really an amazing feeling to control the microcosm, you can't touch them, and you can't see them, you can only feel those tiny substances flipping up and down in your body, reintegrating with the world outside your body.We are just dust, calm, content, fearless.

Oliver was intoxicated by the feeling.

But Dr. Lawrence and Mary, who were observing the situation in the room through the monitor, were expressionless, and they couldn't see such a phenomenon.

"The instrument shows no abnormal energy fluctuations," Mary said, "the energy level of the experimental body itself has not changed, but..."

"The energy of the Koh-i-Noor is decreasing, right?" Dr. Lawrence had a weird smile on his mouth, crazy but relieved, "My calculations never went wrong, this experiment must be successful. It's just that one or two of the previous experimental subjects failed It's like waste, unable to support huge energy and large-scale transformation."

"Calculate the energy consumption of the Koh-i-Noor, speculate on the energy absorbed by the experimental body, and enter a stable state after reaching the peak. Let's go in and meet our new friends for a while."

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Scotland Yard Police Station.

Nikes, the mutant named by Hotch, had been taken to the interrogation room, but Lestrade stopped Hotch, "We questioned the people who were captured, and none of them were high-level executives. Sherlock said that the high-level should have been Got the news and fled."

Hotch frowned, "You think there's a mole?"

"I don't think so." Lestrade smoothed his hair with his hands, "It only took half a day between you confirming the plan and our arrest, but those high-level personnel had time to sort out and destroy all the confidential information, and let Several people took their ID cards and pretended to be high-level personnel. Even if there were moles, they would not be able to evacuate so quickly."

"They already knew," Hotch stroked his chin. "Inspector Lestrade, what do you know about Moriaty?"

"Moriaty, he's a crime boss in London, a high IQ criminal, a lunatic who runs a huge underground network. And..." Lestrade didn't know how to describe it. "You can ask Sherlock. He knows Moriaty very well."

Oliver had told Hotch some information about Moriaty before, but most of the content was teasing Moriaty's obsession with Sherlock.

"Speaking of Sherlock, where's Sherlock?" Lestrade turned around and looked around but couldn't find Sherlock. "He and I just questioned the prisoners pretending to be high-level officials. He should have followed."

"He did follow, sir," Anderson interjected silently, "and he's already in the interrogation room."

Well, after taking a closer look, Sherlock had already sat down facing Nikes in the interrogation room, and he also pulled up his military doctor by the way. Seeing Nikes' expression like a red-eyed rabbit about to cry, he knew that Mr. Detective started to use it again. His basic deduction method ruthlessly crushed IQ.

"Your skin is pale, you don't have sunburn, and you stay indoors all year round. You have scars from long-term use of needles on the back of your hand, but you don't take drugs. On the contrary, you are thin, but healthy, without major diseases, and they have been giving you nutrition. Liquid. The tattoo number on the wrist I haven't seen on other people's hands. You are different from them. You are not just a staff member. A mutant, right? As an experimental subject. Speaking of how they let you out Already?" Sherlock said quickly, his grey-blue eyes carrying the sharpness and sharpness that was characteristic of him using deductive methods to analyze a person.

But John kicked Sherlock under the table.

"John, why did you kick me? Am I wrong?"

John just wants to rub his forehead now, yes, Sherlock is right, but look at this interrogation subject sitting in front of you, John guarantees that he is no more than 14 years old.

Look at how teary and scared Nikes looks, and if he is really a mutant who came out of the laboratory, this dark memory is like a maggot to his bones and haunts him.

"Where's your leech?" Sherlock continued.

This confused Nikes, "What is a leech...?"

"Oops!" Sherlock said with emotion, "I have to add another one for you, I have been in the laboratory for a long time and have not received normal education."

Outside the interrogation room, Hotch and Lestrade listened and discussed the next steps of the case.

With Sherlock as the chief interrogator, Lestrade is not worried about not being able to get a statement, but what he needs to worry about is his mental state after being 'tortured' by Sherlock by Nikes, given that he is still a minor.

"Is Moriaty very attached to Sherlock?" Hotch asked.

"Sort of... if you're counting sexual threats and sniper targeting as obsession. Do you think Moriaty informed those higher ups?"

"But isn't Moriaty asking your agents for help?"

"The two don't conflict." Hotch pondered for a while, Moriaty is a criminal with a high IQ, but although he and Sherlock are both high-functioning sociopaths, some of Moriaty's performance makes him more need to be classified as a psychopath At the same time, it is also included in the professional scope of BAU.

"This organ trafficking organization is just the superficial structure of Hydra. If Moriaty wants to get rid of it, it is easy to get rid of it. But the deeper laboratory directly affiliated with Hydra is not within his ability. He hopes to borrow others hands, get rid of this hidden laboratory. But the organ trafficking organization on the surface is no different from the little toys he usually manipulates, and they should take the Koh-i-Noor away."

Moriaty's lifelong wish was to play riddles with Sherlock, and, to put Sherlock in trouble.

"Since Moriaty had cooperated with Hydra before, why did they suddenly turn against each other?"

"Because of deceit. According to Moriaty's status, Hydra deceived him about the special features of the Koh-i-Noor. This kind of disrespect can arouse Moriaty's dissatisfaction and resistance. He has already made some small moves, but was caught by Jiu Hydra suppressed it and dispatched snipers. If so, the connection between this organ trafficking organization and Hydra is extremely weak."

"Where should we go to find the Koh-i-Noor?" Lestrade pressed his forehead with a headache. He received this case to solve the unsolved case before the Koh-i-Noor, and now they have lost the Koh-i-Noor. He really doesn't know How should I explain.

"Go to Moriaty to find them." Sherlock and John walked out of the interrogation room, "As long as we solve the Hydra problem, Moriaty will send the Koh-i-Noor as a reward, the problem now is, do you go in with someone else?" Tell that kid not to cry."

A prisoner with poor psychological quality can't last long under Sherlock's hands, let alone a child.His breakdown came in the form of crying, and there was nothing Sherlock could do.

Nikes' face was blushing from crying, tears and snot flowing down his face, but his hands were handcuffed behind the chair again, unable to even wipe away his tears, he looked very pitiful.

It's impossible for Hotch to go in by himself anymore, that will only continue to scare Nikes, "Kate, can you go in?"

"No problem," Kate replied, she took a few napkins from the table beside her and took the notebook with her, and walked into the interrogation room.

"Nikes." She asked softly, slowing down her steps and making the sound of her high heels as soft as possible.

Nikes looked up at her, "Yes, ma'am," his voice was crying, and he sniffed hard.

Kate wiped his tears and snot with a tissue, making his eyes red and pitiful.

After that, Kate opened the stool and sat down, staring at Nikes seriously, "Can I ask you a few questions? About Hydra, do you know the name?"

"Well," Nikes nodded, "me." He was about to say something, but he couldn't help but shed tears, because his face and nasal cavity were connected, and he couldn't hold back the runny nose.

This situation made him more anxious, "I. I think."

Kate took a breath and walked out of the interrogation room, "Greg, can you take off his handcuffs for now?"

"Kate, you know it's dangerous. Especially when the prisoner is a mutant." Lestrade disagreed.

"I'm not dangerous, Greg?" Kate folded her arms, "You have to listen to me a few times, I always get A's in martial arts."

"I...Okay." Lestrade compromised, "This is the key, please be safe. Call anytime if there is any situation, we are all watching outside."

"No problem," Kate shook the key chain in her hand, and the metal collided with a crisp and pleasant sound.

After Nikes' handcuffs were released, he seemed a little flattered, and Kate gave him a pack of napkins, "Stop crying and talk."

By the time Nikes wiped away his tears, wiped his nose, and controlled himself from crying, he had already used up a whole pack of paper.

"Ma'am, are you a policeman?" There was hope and despair in his eyes.

"Yes, I am." Facing such a child, Kate's tone was always gentle, "Don't be afraid, I will help you, you will not go back there again, and now, I also need your help. The bloody handprints under the golden mask are left by you, right?"

Nikes shrank his shoulders, "It's me, I hope you can find it, and you will find it."

"Found what? This factory?"

Nikes looked at her suspiciously, "Aren't you looking for Hydra's laboratory? It's just under the factory, and there are many laboratories... My companion is locked up."

"We didn't find any relevant clues in the basement." Kate frowned slightly.

Nikes opened his mouth and thought for a while, "The laboratory is deep underground, not the surface basement. There are several hidden elevators that can be accessed."

"Do you know the exact location of the elevator?"

Police did not find the elevator when they inspected the scene.

Nikes' shoulders slumped instantly, and he shook his head in frustration, "Every time I go in and out, they will blindfold me."