[Zhongyingmei] That snake

November stuffed the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth before rushing into the classroom, and threw away the cheese-stained wrapper.

He was in a hurry, and when he rushed into the building, there was only one hour left before the class time.Fortunately, when he walked into the classroom, he found that the podium was still empty, and the teacher hadn't come yet. November looked around and found a seat a few rows back.

November carried the book bag and went to sit down. On the seat beside him was a black-haired male classmate, who was writing something in his notebook.

"Well, hello," November tried to greet him, "I'm November Graham."

The person he was looking at looked up, showing those gentle brown eyes and a friendly smile, "Hi, my name is JackHotchner, how can I help?"

"Actually... can I take a look at your notes? I missed the first two days of class, and I hope I won't get back on the job because of this."

Two days ago, Will had a lecture in Colorado. He didn't like to communicate with people, but in his mind, the lecture was just a one-way activity, which wasn't communication, so he didn't refuse the invitation of the academy.But only November took time off to go home to take care of Will's large pack of dogs.

"Okay." Jack took out a notebook from his schoolbag and handed it to November, then buried himself in his own notes.

"Jack—if I can call you that..." November's long and trembling voice made Jack look up in doubt, and November unfolded the inside pages of the notebook that Jack handed him, "Are you sure what the teacher said yesterday?" These things? Angelmakers."

November wasn't scared, he was just surprised by what was inside.

"Oh!" Jack snatched the notebook back from November's hand.

November thought Jack's move would be followed by some muffled words, but he didn't hear any.

He recalled the content he found in the notebook, the scene pictures, hand-drawn analysis diagrams, and detailed word matching and psychological profiling analysis.The teacher will never teach such details in class, and profiling is still a skill that only the BAU team will often use. Even though the class that is being prepared is called criminal psychology, the content only involves criminal psychology. Teacher We may mention some miraculous profiling techniques, but only in passing.Not everyone can use profiling well, a skill that requires extremely high IQ and EQ.

November also saw the case in Will's kit that was still in the basement.Although Will never wanted him to touch these things, November just couldn't help but want to know about his father's occupation.

"It was just an accident," Jack explained with some difficulty, "The one just now was my father's note, and he was also an FBI agent before."

This notebook belongs to Oliver. Although Oliver and Hotch were married more than ten years ago, Jack can indeed call Oliver's father in a legal sense, but Jack still prefers to call him Oliver or Oli more often.

November thought for a while, "JackHotchner, I know that Hotchner?"

Jack pressed his forehead with a headache, "If you mean the teacher Aaron Hotchner who taught this criminal psychology course. That's right, that's the last name."

"Are you his son?"

"Yes." Jack looked at November's expression of disbelief, with some doubts.

"I remember that the minimum age requirement for FBI students is 23 years old, you..."

"I've been out of law school for three years, doesn't it look like that?"

"No, I mean you do look like someone in your twenties, but Mr. Hotchner doesn't look like a son your age. Does he look like he's in his forties?" November didn't either. To be sure.

Jack dug out another notebook from his bag, opened it to confirm that it was a normal note, and handed it to Nuo November, "You said it too, it looks like it."

"Thank you." November smiled at Jack, and decided to put aside this seemingly awkward topic for the time being.

Jack nodded politely, and was about to lower his head to do his own thing, but suddenly remembered something, "Graham...WillGraham"

"You know my father"

"Heard them mention it, but I remember Mr. Graham only had one adopted daughter called A...A...what"

"Abigail. That's my sister. She's working in an art gallery in Florence and comes back occasionally. The teacher is here...it's not Mrs. Hotchner today"

"He went to the lecture in Colorado," Jack said.

"Today I substitute for Mr. Hotchner. My last name is Williams and I am currently working in the BAU group."

"He doesn't look like a federal agent, he looks more like an artist." November looked at Oliver's half-length blond hair in a bunch on his left shoulder, but there were still a few strands of blond hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and he had a beard. A projector was playing on the TV, and the light was not very bright, but he guessed that Mr. Williams had light-colored eyes, and he was not wearing a suit, but just a turtleneck sweater and overcoat.

"Why do you say that?" Jack had a smile on his lips.

"His image is too gentle for criminals."

Jack put the notebook that November had taken by mistake on the table, turned to the title page, and tapped Oliver's name, "Oliver Williams, his notebook, are you sure you still want to say that?"

November thought about the sharp judgments and meticulous autopsy diagrams in the notes in the notebook, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "You said it was your father's notebook, but Hotchner..."

Jack turned to look at him.

This made November instantly understand the meaning in his eyes, "Oh, well, I see, the gay marriage bill was passed many years ago."

"I think you are completely different from the character of Will described by Oliver. In my impression, Uncle Will is a very quiet person, and he is not very good at communicating with people."

"You're right," November murmured while looking at the lit projector, "but living in a human society cannot avoid communicating with others, and if he doesn't want to communicate, then I'm the only one to do it. However, he doesn't know how to cooking, and I'm not good at it."

"I don't think there's a necessary connection between the two," Jack nodded firmly, "Oliver's a good cook, but I haven't learned anything, not at all."

"Today, I'm here to teach a course in criminal psychology, but please be quiet for the students in the back. I don't necessarily only take this class, and I don't necessarily only take this course. You may meet me again, so give me a lesson." I will pay attention to the class. Close the book for now, this class is case analysis."

When Jack was caught by Oliver's meaningful eyes, he obediently shut up and listened carefully to the class.

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After class, the accompanying Tom informed Oliver of the new mission of the Avengers.

Arnold was transferred after getting enough qualifications, and was replaced by a CIA agent named Kandy.

Speaking of which, Oliver still knew him. When BAU was handling a rape case many years ago, the little detective who was tricked and threatened by Oliver and sent him to the intensive care unit, but Kandy had a little psychological shadow on Oliver because of this.

A little crying bag of Arnold with explosive force value left, and another candy man who shivered all day came.And Miller is going to transfer Tom back to the CIA to take over the job. Tom is busy figuring out how Kandy can complete a writing supervision, reading and doing everything.

"Mr. Williams, I have a question." A girl caught up with Oliver.

Oliver stopped and looked at her gently, "Say."

"About the Trail Killer..."

But Tom tugged at Oliver's sleeve and reminded, "We don't have that much time to explain things."

Oliver looked at the girl apologetically, "What's your name?"

"Clarice Starling."

"Okay, I'll give you my phone number, you can..."

"Phone number, are you serious?" Tom demanded.

Oliver bit his lip, crossed out the number already written on the sticky note and changed it to another string of numbers, "This is Dr. Reid's phone number from BAU, you can ask him if you have any questions about criminal psychology, His mentor is Agent Gideon, who solved the Trail Killer. Sorry, I have something urgent to do, so I'm leaving first."

After dealing with the Sokovia Agreement many years ago, all of Oliver’s image records and traces in the media and on the Internet were all cleared, and the public did not know that there was such a existence between superpowers, mutants, and the human government. Oliver's powerful mutation ability and the benefits brought by the mutation ability are easy to be hated, but he has to sit in such an important position, no one dares to touch him, so he can only adopt a stupid but effective method , to erase its existence from people's vision.

Starling watched Oliver leave in a hurry, then turned back and handed her a key, "Can you give this to Jack Hotchner for me? It's the man sitting behind you."

"Okay, teacher."

Starling held the key in her hand and returned to the classroom to find Jack and November who were still arguing in their seats.

"Do you think catching a serial killer is really a matter of luck sometimes? Just like the case of the trail killer and senior profiler Gideon that Mr. Williams just mentioned." November asked with a frown, and the tip of the pencil in his hand regularly Poked the notebook, leaving a blue-gray imprint.

"It's also divided into categories." Jack rubbed his chin. "After all, not all serial killers are psychopaths. If there is a stake in the victim, then you can find them through physical evidence. Think about it, Only two departments, BAU and BSU, catch criminals through psychological profiling. In other departments, this is just an auxiliary. How could the FBI have such a high detection rate if it is only luck, but there are some unique behaviors that cannot be figured out pattern of psychopathic killers, catching them is just a matter of luck,

For example, Hannibal Lecter, without Will Graham, may not be able to catch the ogre for the rest of his life. "

"But it takes more than luck to catch Hannibal Lecter. His modus operandi is very cautious and precise. Facing high-IQ crimes also requires corresponding precision skills." November said, "Although my father has never let me see Dr. Lecter related reports, but you know that there were always some unbearable memories when I was a teenager. After I knew that it was my father who caught the ogre, I couldn't sleep for several days and hid in the quilt Go through the briefing."

"Excuse me." A female voice stopped their conversation, "Which one is Jack Hotchner?"

"It's me." Jack raised his hand. "Who are you?"

"Clarice Starling." Starling handed the car keys to Jack and left. She wanted to go to the library to borrow books and video records to perfect her ideas, and then ask Dr. Reid. "

Jack looked at the car keys in his hand and sighed.

November asked in surprise, "This is Stark's car, Mr. Williams doesn't look like a federal agent anymore. Why are you sighing?"

"I thought I met Oliver today to try his dishes, but he had to leave alone. I think you should understand the pain of having to eat takeaway pizza, and also being in bad company." After Jack went to college, he stopped talking to Hotch Live with Oliver.

"I don't think I can even eat takeaway pizza. Although my cooking skills are terrible, I have to buy something to cook and feed the dog at home." November felt even more desperate.

"Although I used to have a cat, I now wish I had a dog," Jack said.

"A cat, wouldn't that be nice?" November's eyes lit up. "At least they're much quieter than a pack of puppies at home."

"It's a pity that it is dead, I buried it with my own hands."

"I'm very sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, it's just that cats have always had a shorter lifespan than humans."