[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 174 Luck

"What's the matter with the blood on your body? Are you injured?"

"Oh, no," Oliver smiled, "I came with my friends. I caught a few wild rabbits in the woods, and when I handled them, I accidentally splashed blood on my body. It wasn't my injury."

"What about your friend?"

"He left first. I didn't bring my mobile phone and wallet, so I could only try to stop a car here. Fortunately, I met you."

"It's not a big deal," the woman laughed too, but that wild smile with eight teeth was like the feeling of a hunter finally catching the prey, which made Oliver pinch his fingers uneasily, secretly vigilant.

"I am traveling across the country, and sometimes I meet some tourists who come to the United States. They always say that Americans are warm and generous, and they are like friends to everyone. At first I thought they were wrong. This is too general. Yes, but when I think about it, I suddenly realize that it seems to be true, I have picked up a lot of backpackers along the way, and it was a pleasant time."

Speaking of this, the woman's eyes turned to the right unconsciously.

Oliver stared ahead, did not follow her eyes, turned his head to look back, but silently probed with his abilities.

Well, he probably understood how the feeling of the hunter staring at the prey came from.

Take the probing of power back from the lube stuffed under the backseat and used condoms that don't belong to just one person.This girl is really enthusiastic and unrestrained... Oliver sniffed, maybe it was a psychological effect, he felt that the air in the carriage was a bit stuffy.

"I think it might be today too." The woman turned her head to look at Oliver, and smiled again. The lipstick on her lips seemed to have been wiped off, and before she had time to fix it, she tapped the steering wheel with her nails, letting the Oliver turned his gaze, and intentionally or unintentionally lowered the neckline on his chest, revealing his proud breasts.

Instead, Oliver focused his gaze on her short-short, black-painted fingers, the tips of which were slightly frayed.

After that, he could turn his head graciously and look at the back seat. There were a few deep scratches on the seat, and the black leather seat was scratched with white marks.

The woman followed his gaze to the bag of condoms thrown on the back seat, and then laughed loudly, "Look, everything is ready, there is nothing to worry about."

Oliver finally met the woman's confident pupils, and couldn't help but curl his lips, "This will be a happy day for you, and for me too, ma'am."

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NYPD

"Unsub is a white female, aged between 25 and 30 years old, with a confident personality and a domestic car, red or yellow." Hotch issued a profile facing the police officers in the police station.

"The unsub this time is that a few women raped/killed men. She forced men to use condoms and tortured and killed men after sex/coitus, but she did not show a special pattern of behavior to reproductive/genital organs. Sex is only a prerequisite, a kind of Mental stimulation, not necessarily related to the purpose and motivation of her crime. You can find condoms discarded after use, or retained semen/fluid in her car, she is like a hunter or a specimen collector ’” Morgan continued.

"He will choose to commit the crime in a sparsely populated suburb, and he will put the previous victim in the trunk as a witness before meeting the next victim." Prentiss looked around at the surprised police officers.

"She owns a pistol/gun, which is not the type of gun with low recoil commonly used by women. She is more concerned about the threat of the gun, which may be placed in the drawer of the car or under the steering wheel." Rossi continued.

Hotch glanced at Reid, who nodded, indicating that he had nothing to add. Hotch concluded: "Do a vehicle search in suburban New York, if you come across a suspect that matches the above description, call a partner, don't act rashly, she is very aggressive. Any further questions?"

The following slowly raised a hand, the policeman was a little tangled, hesitant to speak.

"Please," Hotch said.

"Before, before we arrested a woman who met the above conditions."

"Where's the victim? Did you find the victim? What was she arrested for?" Rossi followed.

"Well," the little policeman rubbed his hands, "it was a passerby who accidentally took her car and was attacked by her. The passerby subdued her and found the body of the previous victim in the trunk. So he called the police. Because we don't have the DNA data of the unsub in this case and the information of the previous victim, we didn't connect that report to here."

"Where is unsub now? And the whistleblower? We need to meet both of them."

The police lead Morgan, Rossi, and Prentiss to the arrested woman in the holding cell. Hotch, ** and Reid went to see the whistleblower.

He had just completed the record and hadn't left yet. He was sitting on the armchair and slowly drinking the coffee given to him by the police officer who made the record.

The sheriff who was following the three of them was describing the circumstances of the arrest to them, "We received a call early in the morning, saying that he had subdued a woman who was suspected of being the murderer on a suburban road and put her in the trunk. Found a body, let's rush over there.

It is impossible for us to procrastinate on a murder case. When we arrived at the scene, the female murderer he mentioned had his hands tied behind his back and passed out on the driver's seat, while he was standing against the front of the car without any sense of tension. The body of a woman is very clean, but he is covered in blood. To be honest, I can't help but wonder who is the real murderer.But now it seems that the woman fits the profile you released, and the informant fits the target of her crime very well, she is handsome and strong, but she missed this time. "

"Why do I think that person's back looks a little familiar." Reid stared at his blond hair and muttered.

"Yes, I think so too, he..." ** was frowning and thinking, when Hotch suddenly quickened his pace and walked over, calling out, "Oliver."

Oliver turned his head while holding the coffee, his eyes lit up, "Aaron."

The sheriff scratched his bald head, "You know him? Oliver Williams, his name."

"Yes." ** nodded, "He is our former colleague."

"No wonder." The sheriff thought of the wounds on Unsub's body, and he wondered what kind of person was so unsympathetic.

Oliver saw that Hotch was wearing a formal suit with the FBI work tag on his chest, and he had a premonition in his heart, "Don't tell me, this person I caught is your unsub in this case?"

"She does fit the profile." Hotch said, but he didn't discuss the case too much, but noticed the blood stains left on Oliver's clothes, and the blanket didn't completely cover them. Hotch didn't think that unsub could hurt Oliver, but The facts in front of him had to make him face up to this matter.

"This blanket...you're hurt"

"Here," Oliver pulled the blanket, "I'm sure the air conditioner is turned down so low here for you agents who wear full suits in summer. The blood is mine, but it has nothing to do with the unsub, It's another accident."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hotch looked at the usual smile on Oliver's face, but was a little worried, and he glanced at **.

** Immediately understood, asked the sheriff for more information on the scene, and hoped to obtain relevant information.

"Then you'll have to go to the archives," said the sheriff.

"Excuse me, let's go together." ** said, and followed the sheriff out of the room.

Reid was pulled behind by her, and the little doctor was a little puzzled, "We can ask Oliver directly, he should know better."

**Looked helplessly at Reid, who hadn't understood what happened, and forcibly pulled him away.

"What questions can I have?" Oliver leaned into Hotch and replied in a low voice, "It's you."

He stretched out his finger and poked the black spot under Hotch's eyes, and asked with a frown, "Is this case difficult to solve? You look very tired." Oliver used his ability to help Hotch relieve his physical fatigue, but in terms of work pressure He couldn't handle the tension it brought on.

Hotch took Oliver's hand, "This case can be included in the FBI textbook as a typical case."

"so troublesome"

"Because this case teaches ambitious students that sometimes it takes luck to catch a serial killer."

Oliver's serious expression instantly collapsed, and Hotch couldn't help but smile too.

"The unsub in the last case broke out of prison and he hasn't been caught yet. There is no way to solve this matter, but you don't have to worry, just do your job. And this time, seriously, in a female strong/ It really freaks me out to see you being the victim in a rapist-serial-killer case."

Oliver shrugged, "Then I can only sigh, this unsub's luck is really bad. Or before meeting me, her luck should be good, and that's why she raised such self-confidence, her The madness is completely released, and it feels like... Just a few words can make people think that she is not right."

Hotch glanced at the message on the phone, and Rossi had confirmed that the arrested woman was the unsub of the case.

"I'm going to deal with the follow-up of the case, and then I'm going back to Washington. Do you want to go back together?"

Oliver sighed faintly, "Your case is over, but mine is not. There are still two children waiting for me in the Avengers Building."

Oliver slowly leaned into Hotch's face and exchanged a tender and lingering kiss, Hotch reached out and clasped the back of Oliver's head.

Two men don't need to be tired of being together all the time when they fall in love, let alone they don't have the conditions to do so. It's enough to see each other once in a while and know that everything is fine with each other.

"Ahem, Jarvis, you told me to come to the police station to find someone, why didn't you tell me that his boyfriend is here too, look, did I disturb you?"