[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 151 Choice 4

The elevator door opened but no one came in. This is the floor Oliver pressed, and he should have walked out.

But he still put all his thoughts into these two videos, the elevator door closed again, and the elevator without command control stopped on this floor, Oliver turned a deaf ear to it.

The man drew his gun and began to load it.

The video on both sides was suddenly interrupted, the screen flickered for a moment, and Moriaty's face reappeared, "Hello, sweetheart, I want to give you a chance, for your poor sake, you can choose to save one." Moriaty raised his hand, clasped his four fingers inward, and drew a horizontal line in the void, like a ghost host of a children's show, a text selection appeared on the screen, and there were two gray option buttons, 'Arnold Blunkett' , and 'Emily Prentiss'.

"Choose one, my sweetheart." Moriaty blinked, and the elevator began to move upwards.

Oliver frowned tightly, without any movement or words.

Moriaty raised her mouth for this, and cut the scene back to Arnold and Emily. The man in Emily's picture had already loaded his gun and walked towards her slowly; at the same time, the strong man in Arnold's screen had raised his knife horizontally, Get ready to cut your throat.

Oliver wanted to make a choice, but the facts told him that he had no choice. The air in his throat seemed to be evacuated, unable to resonate, and unable to make a sound, dry and hoarse.

If he'd been around the two of them, he could have easily defeated the enemy and repaired the wounds, but now he had no idea where the two were, and he didn't even know what happened to Prentiss in the first place.

He couldn't use his own ability to find two people in the vast crowd. All the abilities he had told himself that he couldn't do anything about it.

The elevator stopped, and Oliver felt his heart falling from a height of 10 meters.

At that moment, the screen flickered and went black, and no longer lit up, but the voice continued, "Make a choice, I will wait for you."

Oliver felt a sudden sharp buzzing in his head, causing him to lose control and hit his back against the elevator wall where the screen was not installed. The wall of the compartment didn't allow himself to slide and sit on the ground.

The door of the elevator car was opened, and the two detectives who were about to go upstairs with the folder in their hands were stunned when they saw his situation, "Do you need help?"

Oliver came back to his senses, his eyes slowly focused, and saw the light tubes hanging from the ceiling outside the elevator, which were snow-white, but a little yellowish, and covered with dust.

He pushed the two agents at the door and rushed out, looking for the stairs like crazy.

Miller's office is only two floors away. Oliver rushed to the door of Miller's office as fast as he could.

Tom just walked into the office with a dozen documents in his arms. He just got off the plane, and his hair was pressed into several marks. "Hey, Oliver! Are you...?"

Oliver couldn't slow down at such a close distance, Tom was knocked down by the sudden blow, and the paper in his hand was pulled out of the folder and scattered all over the floor.

The culprit barely held onto the door frame so that it didn't fall down. Oliver stopped, his chest rising and falling to regulate his breathing, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose.

He watched Tom in silence for a few seconds, wondering what the hell was he going to do next?Finally Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and pulled Tom up from the ground.

Oliver nodded at Tom, turned around and opened the door and went straight into the office. Miller was waiting for him at the desk, "Back so soon?"

"Can you access the video content displayed on the screen installed in the elevator?"

"Okay," Miller said, taking the landline and starting to dial. "But why are you asking this all of a sudden? What did you see?"

"Two malicious videos, Arnold who was hijacked and my colleague Emily Prentiss at BAU. Moriaty's face also appeared, and he asked me to make a choice."

"Moriaty, Professor in London"

"Yes, it's him."

"But I remember the news that he had shot himself, although his organization has not stopped operating in Europe."

"Someone told me about it, and I thought the part where Moriaty appeared was probably pre-recorded, and if he wanted to do something, he would have anticipated it and prepared for it. But I don't understand why he Taking me as a target? There is no such big dispute between me and him."

"Do you have a conflict of interest with him?"

Oliver thought for a while and shook his head, "Not really, we had a little interest connection, and I did him a little favor."

"Help? Oliver, you should know that Moriaty has a name on every intelligence organization, and he's a criminal, even though he hasn't been able to find a good reason to arrest him before."

"He's a criminal, but I'm sure the people in the building did some dealings with him as well."

Seeing Miller's angry face, Oliver clenched his palms into fists and lowered his head. He tapped on his forehead and spread his hands again, "Forget what I just said. At that time, the staff involved in that case and I were arrested. The subsequent organization was eyeing, and this organization was also eyeing Moriaty. Moriaty was not convenient to do it on his own, so he exchanged some information with me, and I and the official personnel were to solve the organization. The mission did not fail."

Miller doesn't rush to judge Oliver's conduct on the mission, but instead says, "You know. When someone involved in a mission has a personal connection with the agent on the case, the agent is replaced on the mission, right? Because The excess attention that comes with a personal relationship can be overwhelming and it ends up screwing everything up. So take it easy, Oliver, and treat it like you normally would. For the sake of the fact that I haven't scolded you in years, don't make me swear , okay?"

"If you let me stay, I'll try." Oliver rubbed his face with his hands, he lost his composure just now, he hates the feeling that things are out of the foreknowledge, and someone behind you is driving you forward with a whip.

"I'm not your boss, and I have no right to tell you to leave." Miller lowered his head to stare at the flashing bars on the screen of the landline.

"I really hope you do the same to me." Tom packed up all the documents scattered all over the floor, walked in and put them on Miller's desk, "This mission briefing."

Miller didn't answer the call, but frowned, holding the phone, walked to the window, and slightly opened the curtains. The street outside the window was as busy as ever. "The Ministry of Information said that the elevator system was hacked, but it took only about 10 minutes for the intruder to back out, and they were overhauling the system. The video was kept, it just took a while before it was sent to my computer superior."

He returned to his seat and hung up the phone.

"Yeah." Oliver nodded, "I'm going to call BAU, the other person in the video is their team member."

Oliver turned to make a phone call, and he closed the curtain that Miller had opened. The sun shone on the curtain, and painted a light reddish-brown bright frame on the dark brown fabric according to the shape of the window.

"Did I miss something important?" Tom asked Miller in a low voice, without disturbing Oliver's grave expression.

"Have you read the information about Blunkett?" Miller casually flipped through the documents Tom handed over, none of which are important now.

"Oliver?" Hotch's voice was low, and Oliver guessed that there was someone else standing beside him, "What's the matter? I'm dealing with a case right now, if it's not urgent, can we talk about it later?"

"Is it Prentiss' case?"

Hotch stopped, Oliver could hear his breathing, he moved the phone away, and had a conversation with the person next to him, the background noise on the phone gradually faded, "What do you know?"

"Not too many, those people just now were not team members?"

"No, they are not, just some parties involved in the case."

"Even I can't tell?"

"No, after walking out of the top-secret meeting room, I should just pretend that none of this happened."

"Well, how long has Prentiss been missing."

"Three days, you know this?" Hotch said. "You met Prentiss."

"I received a video, Emily appeared in the video, and... can you tell me what is going on with you? What is known about it."

"We got a name, Ian Doyle, the former leader of the Northern Irish Republican Army, who has close ties to the Irish Mafia. He was arrested by Interpol seven years ago and escaped from prison on the way to North Korea via Siberia a few months ago. The convoy all fell off the cliff, and there was an explosion at the same time, and no complete body was found. The person in charge believed that Doyle was dead, and did not continue to trace his whereabouts until now. Do you know CWS?"

"Shimizu Security Company? You know, an anti-espionage organization is not bound by the Geneva Convention, which is rare. Are they also one of the escorts?"

"No, but employees of their company participated in the arrest operation. All three employees involved in the operation were killed, and Unsub did not let go of one of the children. We speculate that Unsub had a personal grudge with the victim."

"I remember Prentiss was in Interpol for a while."

"Yes, I was coordinating with all parties to declassify the mission documents at that time. The approval has not yet come, but Rossi found some items in the Prentiss house. He believes that Prentiss and Doyle had a romantic relationship. When Doyle was arrested, he knew. Prentiss' identity and purpose, he is coming back for revenge."

"You think Doyle kidnapped Prentiss for revenge?"

"You mean, kidnapping?" Hotch caught a key word that didn't appear in the previous conversation. The BAU team had some speculations, but they couldn't tell if Doyle kidnapped Emily or Emily broke into the tiger's den alone. Can do this kind of thing. "Is there a kidnapper in the video?"

"Yes, he's in the video, Prentiss is strapped to a stool in an empty warehouse. It's a middle-aged white male, thin, with pale skin and light eyes with these... Irish accents. He Say 'You cousin'."

Hearing this, Tom twitched his cheeks, glanced at Oliver's stern and indifferent expression, and turned his head back under Miller's warning to continue the conversation between the two.