[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Like most houses on American farms, Yingla Kent’s house is two stories high and decorated with white wood panels. There is a small open space in front of the house where elms are planted, and a nylon rope is hung between the two elms as a drying rack. , but now only the hostess's clothes are left on the nylon rope.There is a large warehouse behind the house, the weather is still cold, and there is still some time before the planting season, the door of the warehouse is tightly locked.

When Mrs. Elijah Yinglakent saw Hotch and Rossi showing their FBI IDs, she was a little surprised and invited them into the room to talk.

Due to unsub's special treatment of Mr. Yingla Kent, BAU believes that this can be used as a starting point. Unsub may have some personal connections with Mr. Yingluck Kent. .

Elijah brought out two cups of coffee from the kitchen, one to Hotch who was sitting on the sofa, and the other to Rossi who was looking at the interior decoration of Yingla Kent's house.

Rossi looked at the photos of the Yingla Kent couple when they were young on the bookshelf and asked, "You and your husband didn't live in Colorado before?"

Ilya walked up to the pictures, ran her fingers over the clean and dust-free pictures, and smiled at the memory, but the smile couldn't last long on the face of someone who had just been bereaved. Quickly replaced by sadness, "Yes, he and I were both born and raised in Seattle and got married here."

"Why?" Rossi asked, looking out the window at the empty fields that had been harvested in autumn but hadn't been planted yet. "This is just a countryside."

"Because our parents didn't agree with us being together, and we didn't want kids. It wasn't about working hard or anything, we just didn't want kids. But our parents were rigid, so I left with Kobe."

"I thought people in farming towns would be more traditional."

"But no one knows us, and buying a piece of land to farm, there will be no neighbors for several kilometers, and it's quiet enough-if it doesn't bother us, I think I will spend my life with Kobe here. "

Rossi looked down at the profile of Ilya. She is 32 years old, but the long-term sun has left her with wheat-colored skin, wrinkles and spots that do not match her age.But this did not diminish her vitality. On the contrary, Ilya looked thin, but her hands were strong. Even if her husband died, there was no doubt that she could manage her farm well with her hands.

"Mrs. Yinglakent, may I go and see your room?"

"Okay." Ilya said in a low voice.

Rossi gave Hotch a look, motioning for him to continue chatting with Elijah.

"Mrs Yinglucket, we are sorry for your husband's death."

"Agent Hotchner, mind if I ask a question first?"

"Please say."

"How many clues do you have now? My husband's body is still in the police station. Could it be that he can only be buried after you solve the case?"

"The investigation is ongoing, ma'am. Your husband's funeral may be a few days away."

"Oh, this..." Mrs. Yinglakent lowered her head, spoke with a nasal voice, crossed her fingers and clenched her hands, frowned, lowered her brows, sucked her nose, then raised her head to look at Hotch , "I'm sorry, Agent, what do you want to ask? Please."

"Does your husband have any acquaintances in town? Good or bad."

"We have only lived here for eight years. You have heard the reason just now. We rarely communicate with people in the town. I can't say if we have a bad relationship, but I don't think there should be any. If we have a better relationship, maybe the people in the town The butcher named Teague, and the grocer's wife."

"Then..." Hotch suddenly realized that his mobile phone was ringing. He took out the mobile phone and glanced at Oliver's name on the caller ID. "Sorry, Mrs. Yingla Kent, I need to answer a call."

Mrs. Yinglakent nodded, and when Hotch got up and walked to the side, she raised her finger and pressed the corner of her eye.

"Oliver, have you talked to Reid?"

"Yes, I found something that will help you profile unsub."

"Tell me."

"Unsub is supposed to be a woman, remember that weird hole in the body of the third victim? That's the wound from the high heel."

"You're definitely a woman, but the work of dismembering corpses..."

"I know, but the unsub uses a chainsaw, doesn't it? It takes strength, but it doesn't take much. Reid calculated the size of the unsub based on the size of the bruise and the blood hole. He is about five foot six inches tall and on the thin side .that's it."

"Thank you."

"What I should do."

Hotch hung up the phone, thinking about how to modify the original profile, and continued to ask Mrs. Yinglakent the unfinished question, "Mrs. Yinglakent, your answer to the police before is, Mr. Yinglakent Drove off in the middle of the night drunk and you didn't catch up until you ended up with an empty car with the door open and the key in. Why would he drive out drunk in the middle of the night? Has he been to a pub?"

"No, we don't communicate with the people in the town very much. Except when we first got married, we didn't go to the tavern. We made wine from the grain we grew at home. We just opened a new bottle of wine that night. He probably drank There were too many, so I rushed to the yard and drove away. I couldn't stop him, so I could only follow him, but I didn't expect that when I caught up with the car, he was gone."

"You didn't call the police right away."

"This town is not big. Although we don't have much contact with the people in the town, everyone knows each other, and I think he may just drink too much. There are no dangerous large wild animals in the woods here. When he sobers up I will go home by myself. But I didn't expect that this would happen..."

Ilya couldn't help covering her face with her hands, as if she was sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Inla Kent."

"I'm sorry, I have to go upstairs." Ilya went upstairs to the study, and when she came out, she had an envelope in her hand, and happened to bump into Rossi who had finished checking the room.

The two went downstairs together in silence.

"I want to go to the post office to send a letter to Kobe's parents. Sorry, I can't chat with you anymore. Detective, how long will you stay in town?" Ilya asked.

"We'll try to solve the case as best we can before we leave."

"There's only one hotel in town, do you live there? I can..."

Rossi interrupted her, "We live there, but if you think of any additional clues, you can go to the police station and come to us directly, or to Detective Inspector Nelson, who is responsible for this case locally."

"I know, thank you."

Hotch and Rossi stood at the door and watched Elijah drive onto the highway before quickly walking towards the SUV.

Rossi asked: "Reid just told me that unsub is a woman."

"I got the message too."

"Morgan and Prentiss are revisiting the site of the third victim's dump, hoping to follow this lead to find more."

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Oliver buried his head in the pillow, the sound of the renovation downstairs made him unable to read these annoying words at all.

The sound from downstairs finally stopped after the entire pillow was filled with hot air, and the steam exhaled from the nose dampened the cloth.

Oliver took out the pillow and threw it on the bed, and was about to pick up the materials to read again when a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Hello, sir, room service." A female voice sounded outside the door.

Oliver rubbed his hair, walked to the door, "No, thank you, I didn't call room service."

"Sir, it's routine cleaning and changing bedding."

"No need today, thank you." Oliver said as he fastened the chain on the door. He stood at the door and turned around to continue his work after hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes walking away from the door.

And just as he turned around and took a few steps, a gunshot exploded behind him. The waitress who had already walked away broke the door lock with a gun and kicked the door open.

Oliver scrambled sideways to avoid a bullet, and saw the intruder's face clearly as he rolled.

He's sure he doesn't know this guy, but high heels?

The woman was only about 6.5 feet tall, with wheat-colored skin and a steady and powerful right hand holding a gun.

Is the unsub of this case?A thought suddenly flashed into Oliver's mind, how did she find it here?

Elijah didn't give him time to think any further, she fired another shot at Oliver, hitting him in the arm, and the impact of the bullet knocked him to the ground.

Ilya strode over, and the toe of the high-heeled shoes kicked Oliver's waist. Oliver groaned in pain, and was lying on the ground following the force.

She pulled out the knife hidden under the waiter's white apron and straddled Oliver. Oliver raised his left hand to fight back, but she pressed it down. The gunshot wound on his left arm not only caused Oliver to quickly accumulate cold sweat, but also hindered the use of his right hand.

In order to control his arm, Elijah had to throw away the gun in his hand, leaving only the knife in his right hand.

"It's a pity that I left the chainsaw downstairs, and now I can only use a knife." Ilya said slowly, but she is not a person who likes to play cat and mouse games. Compared with slowly cutting clothes with the tip of a knife, To leave a scar, she prefers to be more straightforward, inserting the blade directly between the ribs.

Oliver raised his neck and took a breath, which prevented him from screaming out in pain. Elijah didn't draw out the knife, but moved the handle of the knife down along the muscles.The sound of house renovation downstairs just now was the sound of Ilya's chainsaw, and she had already killed another person.

Oliver's eyes were looking at the blurred ceiling, and the left arm that was shot trembled and stretched out into the distance. His fingertips grasped the carpet of the hotel room and slowly moved towards the gun sunk in the carpet pile. This action would deepen the penetration of the blade Deep, and Oliver felt that his heart was about to jump out of his body more than the pain.

He stretched his fingertips hard, and the tip of the nail of his left middle finger was only one centimeter away from the handle of the gun.

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Rossi hung up on Morgan and Prentiss and said to Hotch who was driving: "They found footprints in the farmland of the third victim of unsub dumping. The footprints are a bit strange. You know, the high heels are connected intermittently. Yes. The calculated unsub data is consistent with the results obtained by Reid."

"Is there any more information?"

"Of course. According to the pattern of the shoe print, Garcia found out the manufacturer of the pair of high heels. It is a small handmade luxury brand, and the pair of shoes is a style from ten years ago."

"Luxury, isn't unsub from this town?"

"When questioned at the police station, they said that there have been no outsiders in the town recently, and unsub has done three cases here in three months."

"Ten years ago... D□□e, ask Garcia to check if there is a store of this brand in Seattle."

After Rossi sent a text message to Garcia, he quickly received a reply. "Garcia said yes. Did you think of Elijah Inlakent?"

"Yes, I remember, when it came to her husband's death, she was frowning to try to show sadness, but... people who are really sad, the eyebrows are lowered, and the brows will be slightly raised, but she just frowns, The relationship between her and her husband may not be so good. And there were no signs of fighting in Kobe’s car, and the police did not extract other fingerprints in the car except for the fingerprints of the couple. The relationship between husband and wife can make Kobe obediently walked out of the car even when he was drunk and even in a hot tempered state."

"That makes sense. But she just drove away."

"D□□e, notify the local police to block the road and tell Morgan and Prentiss to go to the post office to find someone."

After Hotch made arrangements, he pulled the steering wheel to overtake the car on the side and turned in the opposite direction, ignoring the swearing and honking of the car owner who was suddenly forced to stop.

After returning to the town after driving for a while, Morgan and Prentiss called to explain that Elijah Yinglakent was not at the post office, and the roadblocks set up by the local police did not stop the suspected vehicle.

"Where is she going?"

Hotch frowned, "Hotel, she asked us where we'd be staying in town for the time being, I guess Elijah probably overheard my call with Oliver, and she's gone to find him. We have to hurry over there."

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Oliver exerted a force, preferring to get Elijah's attention and keep the gun in his hand.Elijah finally noticed the movement of his injured left arm, but he didn't put down the knife in his hand, but just stretched out his other hand to grab the pistol/gun from Oliver's hand.

Oliver had already opened the safety, and was shot by Ilya, and the index finger holding the trigger couldn't help but pull it down. The bullet hit the lampshade at the head of the bed, the bulb shattered, and the residue flew out.

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When Hotch, Rossi and several policemen rushed to the elevator on the first floor of the hotel, the elevator was on the 12th floor and was still running upwards, and Oliver's room was on the third floor. Hotch pressed the elevator button several times in a row, and Rossi just wanted to persuade him that there was no way to speed up the elevator's downward speed, so he simply ran towards the fire stairs.

Just as Hotch stepped into the corridor on the third floor, a gunshot echoed in the stairwell, and Hotch, ignoring the obstruction of the people behind him, almost rushed to Oliver's room at the fastest speed in his life.

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Oliver bent his free knee against Elijah's stomach.

Elijah snorted, and lightened his grip. Oliver took the opportunity to snatch the gun back, pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against Elijah's face, and fired four shots in a row, directly emptying the bullets in the magazine.

Bang bang bang, bang.

Four consecutive close-range shots directly smashed Ilya's head, and the gray-white brain and brain mottling mixed with flesh and blood splashed on Oliver's face and body.

Oliver threw the pistol/gun, which was also covered in rotten flesh, to the ground nearby, and pushed Ilya's lifeless body away.

He lay limp on the ground, looking at the ceiling through his red vision.

When Hotch arrived, he found that the door had been kicked open, just in time to witness the scene where Oliver shot Elijah in the head.

He subconsciously aimed the gun at Ilya, saw Ilya's twitching body through the crosshairs, and Oliver pushed the body away in disgust.

Hotch put away his pistol/gun and rushed to help Oliver up. Oliver leaned on Hotch's knee, propping himself up to sit up, watching the headless corpse beside him wipe his face, the sticky feeling in his hands and face made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Are you ok?"

"No." Oliver shook his hand, "It's too disgusting."

Hotch noticed the blood on Oliver's arms and chest.

"Your blood?"

"There are mine, and there are hers." Oliver waved his hand, "I was hurt a little, but it has healed."

Just when Oliver touched the pistol/gun and pressed the safety, he felt the wound on his right arm begin to heal, otherwise an arm hit by a bullet—that was not shrapnel, could not withstand the recoil of four consecutive shots.

Oliver stood up holding Hotch's arm, looked at the policemen filing in, and whispered, "No matter what you want to ask or record, let me take a shower and change clothes first."

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Oliver and Hotch are currently living in two different rooms in the hotel, but, in the circumstances, it seems prescient to choose two rooms. Oliver's room was left for the local police station to clean up slowly, leaving a shadow for the little police officers by the way.

Although it left a little shadow on Oliver himself.

Oliver himself thinks this psychological shadow is acceptable, but Hotch doesn't think so.

He was filling the bathtub and helping Oliver to test the temperature of the water.

Oliver took off his blood-stained shirt and only wore trousers slightly stained with a few drops of blood. He washed his face first, and checked in the mirror that all the blood stains on his face were wiped clean.

As for the hair. Oliver looked at the dirty, red, white and gray blond hair in the mirror, sighed, found the scissors, raised the knife and dropped it, and the blond hair fell down freely.

Oliver cut off the last strand of hair, threw the strands of hair from his fingers into the trash can, and turned on the faucet to rinse off the blood in the sink. When he looked up in the mirror again, he couldn't help taking a breath.

"What's wrong?" Hotch came over.

Oliver put the scissors on the sink without saying a word, just motioned Hotch to look at the blond hair in the trash can, and then at the hair on Oliver's head.

Oliver's hair was long enough to reach his shoulder blades, and the one he had just cut off was ten inches long.Logically speaking, his current hairstyle would not be short, but it would not be too long either.But look at this guy's hair in the mirror, how long it was before he cut it, and how long it is now.

The clean and soft curly hair was close to the ear, even blown a little by Hotch's breath when he approached.

"It seems that I am deeply obsessed with my long hair." Oliver looked at the mirror and shook his head helplessly.

Hotch pressed his shoulder and smiled, "The water temperature may still be a little hot, go and see if it's acceptable. Then get some sleep, the plane will take off tomorrow morning."

"I'm not a kid," Oliver said, "I can do this myself."

He looked at Hotch's brown eyes in the mirror, and sank into them unconsciously, like a forest, the kind that you can't get out of if you go in, the cool wind with water vapor blows over, and the stars hover above your head, "I admit today It's disgusting and scary. But I'm sure I'm fine, it's not the first time I've seen something like this?"

"But you forgot about the past, and now it's like starting all over again." Hotch buried his face in Oliver's newly grown hair, "I remember when you came to BAU for your first case, you were also dragged by the murderer as a pawn Taken hostage."

"and then?"

"The murderer pressed against your neck, and you told me to shoot. I shot, and his head exploded right next to your face. In the second case, when we were right behind the murderer, you shot decisively, Smashed his head - a very precise shot. It's just that after those two times you're mentally out of sorts. It's a lot more exciting today than it was then."

"Have those problems been solved?"

"I'm always by your side, don't you think?"

"It seems to be resolved, so why worry about it now?" Oliver turned his head and kissed Hotch's forehead.

Hotch raised his head in shock, hitting Oliver's jaw just in time.

Oliver couldn't help laughing, "I'm not going to start it all over again, you're already mine."

"Of course." Hotch bit Oliver's chin, "You wash it, I'm going out first."

Oliver watched as Hotch closed the door. He took off his clothes and stepped into the warm water. The steam rose up, slowly covering his thoughtful expression.

He fired four shots at Ilya today, and his brains, brains, and flesh were all smashed into pieces and splashed on his face. overburdened.

But according to what Hotch said before, when he shot and killed another murderer, he had such serious psychological problems that he had to be talked to by the team leader, which shouldn't be at all.

What's more, the information showed that he first went to the CIA and then transferred to the BAU. The CIA information was a bit general, but he knew how much the work at that time honed one's psychological quality.

So what exactly happened to cause such a psychological contradiction.