[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 153 Choice 6

The sea outside the window has layers of ripples, and the broken sunlight is like fish scales. Oliver couldn't get any information from the boundless sea where it was difficult to see any difference. He turned his eyes back to the cabin, and he was better at analyzing human beings.

They are all grown men, strong enough, stable in posture, and trained, but not regular military training, more like the coercion and momentum honed in the hail of bullets.Weapons and equipment can be regarded as the usual standard for private armed forces, but it can also be seen that they are not short of money.

Speaking of which, isn't this ship too new?Except for the instruments, all the metals in the captain’s room are painted with white paint, which is the most easily dirty and old color, but looking at the cabin of this ship, there are very few scratches, not to mention the advanced equipment installed. To a certain extent, this team is definitely not as simple as not short of money.

Oliver carefully observed the instruments in the captain's room, ignoring Arnold's heaving chest and his fear as much as possible.

Some instrument screens were lit, some were not, and Moriaty was smart enough not to ask them to turn on any instrument that could see the positioning information, or expose it to the camera, but...

"Wait, pause first and zoom in on this place."

Tom did as he said. Oliver asked him to zoom in on an unlit screen, but after zooming in, he could see a figure reflected on the screen, which did not appear in the shot.

With dark skin, a shiny bald head, and a broad square jaw, his face made Oliver feel familiar, "Miller, do you remember him? One of the leaders of the pirate den that Arnold went to, Arnold and the aid that rushed to solve the big Some enemies, but let this person run away."

"Do you remember?"

"A rare failure is always remembered, even if it's just one that slipped through the cracks."

Miller frowned, "Von der Black has always been on the list of the most wanted criminals in the world, but no one has seen him. The agents who have been following this incident speculate that he is active in the waters of northern Africa."

Oliver cut the video of Arnold before he took off his headgear into frame-by-frame pictures, "These black people should be Von De's subordinates. They are all new faces. It seems that he is developing his power again. But these white people," Oliver Looking at their combat uniforms which are quite different from Feng Dezhijin, "Professional training, always maintain a vigilant posture. They are fierce, but calm and restrained, not as crazy as those pirates. Look into their eyes."

Oliver enlarged the picture and captured Feng De's eyes for comparison. The white part of the eyes of people who have sailed for a long time will have yellowing. This is a difficult problem for the unkempt pirates, but they don't care so much.

"They didn't stay at sea with Feng De for a long time. Maybe they are mercenaries. Tom, send the photos of these people to the technical department and let them analyze which company's mercenaries they are."

Oliver moused over the exposed skin of the men, trying to find some distinctive markings, but was unsuccessful.

"Go ahead and put it down," Miller said.

Oliver pursed his lips, closed the windows that were just opened one by one, and finally reopened the video to continue playing.

The hood on Arnold's head was ripped off, and he was pushed back by this rough action, hitting his head on the back of the chair. Oliver zoomed in on the screen, leaving only Arnold slowly raising his head on the screen, and paused halfway. Shaking his head, his eyes were facing the camera.

"He might have hurt his neck too," Oliver analyzed.

"Dilated pupils," Miller added. "The injection was probably a sedative."

"That is to say, he resisted, the wound on his face..." Oliver tried his best to observe the direction of the injury, and the video left by Moriaty is clear enough, "The person who did it is left-handed, it should be the same person, and the purpose is not to torture the prisoner for revenge , it should be to limit the wounds caused by his resistance when kidnapping Arnold. They haven't planned to take the initiative to hurt him yet, even Feng De is obeying orders."

The video progresses to one of Feng De's men holding a knife to Arnold's neck, but this is Feng De's usual method, cutting his throat and beheading. Oliver leaned back, sinking into the armchair.

"Oliver, have you ever thought about a question?" Miller asked suddenly, "If Moriaty's target is you, he wants you to make a choice, why should Feng De and the enemy of the female FBI agent be the one?" What about the executioner? If it's a choice, it doesn't matter who does the execution."

"That's a really good question." Oliver stretched out his fingers and gripped the armrest tightly. "I don't understand why he would do that? Maybe, maybe he wants to pull more people into the water. He wants me to make a choice, But actually, he wants to have an orgy after he dies because we can't sentence a dead man or kill another dead man. It's what he's been doing his whole life to muddy the waters, and I think sometimes we just can't Use normal interest thinking to speculate on these anti-social elements."

The BAU sent a request for a video call, which Miller agreed to after unlocking the passcode.

The camera is focused on half of the desktop and glass doors and windows. The laptop is placed on a long table. The background is BAU’s office. The familiar whiteboard is covered with photos and maps. A variety of documents, finished coffee cups, whiteboard markers without caps.

"Hi, Williams!" Reid's face appeared first, "Hotch asked me to explain to you the information I have now, first of all, Prentiss, the person in the video is definitely IanDoyle, the former leader of the Northern Irish Republican Army, analyzing the video Doyle's clothing, tan marks and dangling chandeliers show that they are now on a ship, possibly a private cruise ship. The sea area and direction of sailing are unknown, but it is speculated that they may be heading to Siberia, where Doyle stayed for several months after his disappearance. , may be deploying forces, and may also go to the British Isles-his hometown, which is also within the sphere of influence of Moriaty. In another video, the private warship is located in the southwestern waters of the Indian Ocean, close to the Red Sea, but the specific coordinates cannot be speculated. It appears in the video The black male leader is the internationally wanted criminal Von der Blake, who has been active in the waters off Somalia. The other white men are mercenaries or professional killers."

"These mercenaries are from a free organization, Parchlan, and investigations have shown that they serve both underground forces and wars." Miller said to the camera with a serious face.

"Oh, good." Reid was a little at a loss.

"But I have a question," Miller continued, "how did you figure out where Blunkett was."

You must know that the sea shown in the video has nothing but layers of waves and the sky and sun that meet the sea.

"The direction of ocean currents and monsoons, and the altitude of the sun. Seabirds have appeared in the video, and the biological species can be analyzed to get a rough answer, but the results obtained in this way are not accurate enough."

"It's amazing." Tom sighed.

"Is it possible to conduct reconnaissance of relevant sea areas?" Oliver asked Miller.

"There are our people, but they each have their own tasks," Miller said, picking up his phone, leaving his seat and walking outside. "I'll try to make a few calls."

Reid on the screen was looking down at the documents, Oliver tapped the table with his fingertips to attract his attention.

"Is your boss gone?" Reid asked softly.

"He's gone." Oliver raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with you?"

"He looks," Reid bit his tongue, twitching the words a few times between his lips and teeth, "very serious, more serious than Hotch, reminds me of a professor I had in college."

"It's probably a racial talent, his ancestors are Germanic." Oliver said casually, the last time Reid showed this expression was when he hit Hotch on the head while playing with a homemade physics rocket.

"Well, the tip of his nose and mandible are very characteristic."

"Have you found anything else?"

"Oh, yes," Reid came back to his senses, "The team members analyzed Moriaty's video and the surveillance video in the elevator, that is, your expression."

Oliver straightened up and rested his elbows on the desk, leaning closer to the screen, "Continue."

"Are you sure Moriaty is dead?" Reid asked a startling question suspiciously.

"Very sure." Oliver replied that the memories of his previous life told him that Moriaty was dead beyond recognition.It's just that his ingenuity allowed him to do it. Some people died, but he was still alive.

"However, after he asked you to make a choice, your expression was serious and you didn't make any answer, but did you notice? The corners of his mouth were raised about ten degrees, which was not so obvious in his exaggerated expression, But it did show up."

"One possibility is that Moriaty is not dead, he pays attention to your every move, and doesn't care about the possible exposure; the other possibility is that he is dead, but he is smart enough to predict the future, understand your mood, understand Every move you make." Rossi came over, stood behind Reid, and patted him on the shoulder, "The first possibility is disappointing, and the second possibility is scary, which one do you want to choose? "

"I don't want to pick any one," Oliver said calmly. "In this case, we can only find out the facts."

"So do you think Moriaty is alive, or dead?" Tom asked, leaning back in his chair, trying to look relaxed.

Oliver looked up at him, the muscles between his brows were tense, but he didn't sink into a crease, his eyes deepened with the change of light, he stood up and moved his face away from the camera, he didn't make a sound, just used his mouth Type asked Tom, "Why do you ask that?"

Tom's shoulder blades pressed against the soft velvet stitched on the back of the chair, and he spread his hands, "Just curious."

"You should know how I will answer, unless our tacit understanding value has dropped to a negative value in a few years." Oliver stared at him, "And, what are you nervous about?"