[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 155 Choice 8

Miller was used to getting busy and forgetting about thirst and hunger without touching his feet.But today, for some reason, he drank three cups of coffee in a few ten minutes. He just felt a little thirsty, so he took another sip when he thought about it.

So Oliver helped him refill the cup three times. Miller felt that Oliver had never been so diligent before, but Tom was very calm and looked at him a few more times but didn't express any opinion. .

It's just that drinking too much will have some adverse consequences. Oliver has already turned on the video call with BAU to continue the case analysis, and Miller gently pulled the stool away and walked out of the office.

Oliver followed his back until he saw Miller turn the corner.

"I have some things to do now, you can talk to Tom." Oliver blinked his right eye, and the team members across the screen instantly understood.

Oliver pressed Tom's shoulders to the seat, and then left the office as well, counting the time difference.Facing the BAU, Tom didn't know how to communicate with these profilers, so he could only listen quietly like a quail.

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When Oliver walked into the bathroom, Miller was washing his hands. The water gushed out of the pipe, and the water pipe in the corner also made a sound of gushing, as if something heavy was hitting the wall. Miller looked up at the mirror and saw Oliver's reflection in the mirror's reflection.

But Oliver glanced at Miller and continued walking, starting to push the cubicle doors one by one.Sometimes the door panel hits the wall and makes a moderate noise, but it is especially obvious in the bathroom with strong echo.

Miller felt a little strange, but didn't think much of it. He flicked the dripping water off his hand and pulled the toilet paper to dry it.

After making sure that there were no other people waiting in the bathroom, Oliver turned around and saw that Miller was about to leave. He hurriedly strode over to stop Miller who was about to grab the doorknob, then lifted the doorknob up and locked it easily The bathroom door.

Miller was silent for a moment, staring at the metallic luster of the doorknob, "Is there something that must be said in the bathroom? Teenage school bullying? Or are you finally looking at me, an old guy, and going to kill him?"

Oliver wanted to show a nasty smile, but in the end he just twitched the corner of his mouth, "Don't make jokes with Tom, your face is really not suitable for this."

"What's the matter?" Miller became serious. Although the serious expression at this time was no different from the expression when he was telling a bad joke, Oliver could feel that Miller's breath had changed suddenly.

"It's about Tom," Oliver saw Miller's eyes, and immediately explained, "It's not a joke, I have no problem with it, I just think something is wrong with Tom."

"In what way?"

"I don't think he's Tom." Oliver calmly expressed his inference.

"How do you know that?"

"He was behaving very wrongly. When I mentioned Moriaty, he suddenly became tense. Then he left for a while and came back. The nervousness disappeared. Instead, he suddenly became scared again. My mutant ability is Told me so."

"Do you want to say that he is an undercover agent?"

"I think so."

"Then how can you trust me? I think Tom and I are put on the same page in your heart, and you trust both of us equally. And I have the same for you and Tom."

Oliver didn't panic, and said calmly, "Remember my initial topic? I don't think he is Tom. Yes, I know his appearance, figure, and accent are exactly the same as Tom, but he has lost some recognition of me. Know. Some things he should know have been forgotten by him. When I asked, he seemed to just follow my meaning, and the things he now knows are only the most superficial things. I don't like drinking coffee or anything like that. A simple survey will reveal this."

"So you asked me about Stella, and you wanted to prove that I wasn't transferred."

Oliver nodded, "Yes, and thank God, you're the real Miller."

As for Miller, Oliver really didn't dare to pinch his face.

"So how did he manage to look exactly like Tom, we all know very well that Tom is the only child in the family. Moriaty only started planning this operation a few months ago and didn't have that much time for him to do it. A test-tube baby experiment."

"The experiment you mentioned!" Oliver came to his senses instantly, and inspiration surged like spring water, "The test-tube baby experiment may not be possible, but other laboratories are possible. Moriaty has been in contact with the Hydra organization, you know .”

Miller leaned against the wall and said, "You know, the S.H.I.E.L.D. incident was a big mess. Many of their agents switched to the CIA after S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed."

"The Hydra organization that Moriaty and I came into contact with has been conducting human experiments. I didn't check their information in detail, but Moriaty must have learned some high-tech in the process. It is difficult for him to betray someone who has betrayed each other. organization, but once he has a direction, it is not difficult to track it down with his ability, and this organization is not the only one in the world that is conducting human experiments. Tom went to Siberia before and kidnapped the Prentiss agent. Ian Doyle also disappeared en route from Siberia to North Korea, and I wonder if there might be some connection."

"However, Tom's mission to go to Russia with the mission was ordered from the top, not even through my hands."

Miller stopped suddenly, and he and Oliver looked at each other and saw the warning of danger in the other's eyes.

"This news is worse than the fact that the guy in the office isn't Tom."

Someone has reached out to the top, so Miller and Arnold's overseas mission is not accidental.

"Go back first, don't make him suspicious, if Moriaty's target is you. Be safe."

"I know, but don't worry, they're no threat to me. I'm just a little concerned that Moriaty is actually alive."

"Miss me, baby?"

A voice suddenly sounded from Miller's body, and Oliver's mind rang alarm bells instantly, and he took a step back vigilantly.

Miller's drooping right hand immediately pressed on the gun at his waist.

The voice didn't stop, "Baby, look at me."

Miller looked around and found his phone from his pocket, the voice came from there, the screen lit up unconsciously, it was still Moriaty's face, and the background was the snow-white wall, "Oh, baby Son, you are so cute."

Miller handed the phone to Oliver, and Moriaty opened his mouth wide and laughed, his eyes were big and scary, but he showed innocent and seductive eyes like a deer, "I gave you so much time, you Have you thought about it? My little sweetheart, come on, let's continue to play this game and make a choice."

Oliver didn't answer.

Moriaty pouted, "Maybe you need some motivation," he said and snapped his fingers, two different audios were released from the left and right channels respectively, half of which was the roar of a painful female voice, accompanied by the sound of burning skin, The other half was the muffled sound of punches to the flesh and the man's panting, interspersed with a few inadvertently leaked shouts.

"What do you think of this piece of music? I want to record it on vinyl," Moriaty smiled again. "Pick one."

"Choose them to die, or choose them to live?"

"That's up to you, I just want an answer."

"Okay," Oliver clenched his palms, and smiled angrily, but the smile was quickly suppressed, "I choose you to die."

Moriaty licked his rosy, lightly colored lips, and bit his moist and shiny lower lip with his small teeth, "You're such a bad boy, but don't worry, we'll meet again soon."

The screen went black.

Oliver tried his best to resist the urge to throw the phone directly on the ground and smash it to pieces. He didn't look up, but raised his eyes to the glass mirror. From this angle, he could only see the eyeballs hanging upwards. The white part of the eyes took up most of the area, making it even more eerie .He can talk and laugh in the face of vicious enemies and bloody scenes just to get the desired result, but this does not mean that he really has no inner feelings. The backlog of emotions must be vented, but the fast-paced progress of the case urges him Quickly return to normal state.

"Why did he choose me as the delivery vehicle?" Miller patted Oliver on the shoulder, shifting his focus.

"My mobile phone has a security system installed by Stark. He can't break it, so he can only choose you who are standing here at the same time to deliver messages. However, he may want to tell me that he has eyes here, more than one pair."

"He must be alive," Miller said. "In the video just now, there was no sign of his performance switching, and he was still interacting with you after getting your answer. He is still alive, and he doesn't mind letting you and the outside world know that he is still alive." alive."

"Moriaty will not allow himself to hide for the rest of his life just to hide the fact that he died. He faked his death just to play with Sherlock."

Sherlock also played a fake death scene, just to deal with Moriaty's remaining power in Europe, so, does he know that Moriaty is still alive?

Oliver suppressed the strong evil spirit on his body, "Do you know the contact information of Mycroft Holmes? By the way, I want to borrow someone."

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Tom poked his head out and looked at Miller who had returned to the office alone, "Where's Oliver?"

“Moriaty sent another video, he went off to calm down by himself. Leave him alone, he will adjust.”

Oliver ran to calm down, and returned to his original office in the CIA, which is relatively remote. After all, his previous job was not to receive various affairs personnel, so he didn't need such a convenient location.

The office was left unused after he left, and all the furniture was covered with a layer of dust-proof cloth. It felt strange to revisit the old place, especially since Oliver hardly took the things here, even though he originally He doesn't leave too many things in the office. There are no photos, no coffee cups, and no nameplates. The small whiteboard and pens he used to use to construct his mind maps are still standing in the corner.