[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

This was such unexpected news that Isaac couldn't help rubbing his ears, "Excuseme?"

JJ pursed his lips, "Warren is dead."

In order to reduce his guilt, Warren described himself as a poor man who was manipulated and had no self-assessment. However, as time passed, the police's delay in finding evidence made him feel more anxious. Performance.

That's the conclusion the BAU came to when police found Warren was in a mental state.

A bit clumsy, but enough to fool the non-professional.

Without thinking too much, they guessed that this was another way of getting out of Warren - the law still favors the mentally ill.

However, this statement was not enough to convince the police, so they took Warren to the Baltimore State Mental Hospital through the procedure, where they planned to have a professional test.

"They seemed worried about being sued for abusing suspects." Rossi made a sarcasm about their fuss at the time, then dismissed it.

Unexpectedly, hearing the news of Warren again turned out to be the news of his death.

"The police suspect an allergy to antibiotics." JJ integrated the news just received, "Warren's gunshot wound on his shoulder was inflamed, which made him look bad. And he happened to be in the hospital again, where there were some medicines. After obtaining police consent, Warren was treated and given antibiotics. Ten minutes later, Warren developed symptoms of difficulty breathing, throat edema, respiratory failure, shock, and despite resuscitation efforts, his heart stopped beating."

"Antibiotic allergy?" Isaac raised an eyebrow, "Didn't he be tested before the injection and asked about his previous medication history?"

It looked more like a premeditated murder.

"What kind of antibiotic was it?" Reid asked.

"I didn't say anything on the phone..." JJ was speechless.

"Is Warren's body still there?" Hotch asked suddenly.

"Yes." JJ nodded, "This is a very serious accident. The police need to find out if this is a real accident. They are all there."

"We'll go too." Hotch made up his mind quickly, he needed first-hand testimony before things got worse, not whitewashed second-hand.

Baltimore State Mental Hospital

Compared with ordinary hospitals, this place feels much deserted, as if the overall atmosphere is cold, but the policemen who come and go add a bit of popularity to this place.

"I always feel like I've heard of this place somewhere." Isaac whispered to Reid, envious of his good memory at this time.

Reid was about to say something, but was called by Hotch to check the potion the next moment.Among them, only Reid could clearly distinguish those seemingly similar medicines, clearly explaining their functions and side effects.

A nurse was explaining her innocence with a trembling voice, "We asked him before the injection, and he said that he had no history of allergies, so I injected directly..."

"Listening to the description of the symptoms is indeed very similar to penicillin allergy." Reid said to Hotch beside him, "but as long as it is dealt with properly, such patients are not impossible to rescue."

"No skin test?" Hearing the familiar term, Isaac couldn't help coming over.

"No need." Reid explained, "The current pharmaceutical technology is sufficient to produce penicillin with qualified purity and stability, which can save some unnecessary steps. However, in foreign countries, some countries whose production technology has not yet reached the standard, This step is essential. Because it has nothing to do with physical fitness, the same person who is not allergic to this batch of penicillin does not mean that he is also not allergic to another batch of penicillin. In this case, before injection The skin test is very important."

"So that's the case." Isaac listened for a while, then nodded sincerely, especially taught.

There were two police officers in charge of taking care of Warren who came here for inspection. They were sitting on chairs in the hospital corridor making statements to their colleagues. On the other side, the director of the hospital led several doctors and nurses to recall the operation Every step of the process is also very cooperative.

There is no serious operating room here, but an emergency room was temporarily cleared out to save Warren. At this time, there was no one there, only Warren, who had lost his life, was lying in it.

Isaac wasn't sure if every rescue scene was like this, but it made him feel extra uncomfortable.It wasn't that he felt anything, it was purely the setting of the environment here, which made people unconsciously feel a cold and depressive feeling, coupled with the bloody smell rushing towards his face, Isaac simply didn't want to take a step forward.

"Find what?" Morgan suddenly appeared behind Isaac.

"The doctors here don't seem to be very good at first aid surgery." Isaac took a step back, since there was nothing abnormal inside, he didn't go in.

"This is a mental hospital, you can't ask for more." Morgan shrugged.

"Where was Warren before?" Isaac asked.

"There." Morgan pointed in one direction, "Turn left at the end of the corridor, the last room."

"I'll go and have a look." Although Isaac said so, there was no hope in his heart.If it's really an antibiotic allergy, he can't find anything unusual, because it's too easy to use it to murder Warren.

Maybe no one thought it was worth checking there, maybe it was done before, anyway, when Issac passed by, it was deserted and there was no one in the aisle.

How lively can I expect a mental institution to be, though? Isaac touched his nose and pushed open the half-closed door.

On the other hand, Hotch was confronting the head of the police, and the scene was quiet and awkward.

As Hotch thought, whether this incident was deliberate or a coincidence, the police's desire to shirk responsibility remains unchanged.He arrived just in time, although the police and the hospital wanted to whitewash the peace, but they still couldn't do it well, and Rossi discovered the clue.

This old man with rich experience, who can be called the treasure of the town group, quickly found a breakthrough. A nurse who had just joined the job could not bear the pressure, and said the only thing Warren said when he found out that his body was not feeling right——

"He lied to me!"

There are only three short words, but it is enough to explain something.

Relations between the BAU and the Baltimore police reached a freezing point.

The BAU believes that the other party ignored the facts and violated the spirit of the Constitution.The police feel that their territory has been violated, and a group of outsiders who will only force them to do useless work have come. The truth may be important, but what is important is their own dignity.

Standing behind Hotch, JJ frowned slightly, things shouldn't be like this.She had a feeling that there was a pair of invisible hands behind this, and every time she felt that she had settled the relationship with the police, she would come out to stir it up and tie the smooth relationship into a knot again.

This time it looks like a dead end. JJ was anxious, but couldn't do anything.Smoothing things out also depends on the occasion.

Reid was a little bit at a loss. If the other party was the bad one, he didn't have to be like this. However, since everyone had the same general position, but there was a conflict, he felt helpless.In terms of persuasion... well, he is more experienced in dealing with people who are mentally disturbed.

"Where's Isaac?" he whispered to Morgan.

"He said he was going to..." Morgan hadn't finished speaking when he heard loud noises coming from the direction where Isaac was.His heart was shocked, he didn't care to speak, and ran over directly.

"Isaac!" Reid followed closely behind.

Morgan kicked open the half-hidden door and was surprised to find that there was nothing inside.

"Isaac! Where are you?" he yelled.

"Here!" Reid obviously found someone first.

It was a place adjacent to this room, which appeared to be an open functional area. Isaac was sitting on the ground, covered by the desk, causing Morgan to ignore him.

"Isaac?" Reid ran over and held Isaac's hand, which was covered in cold sweat and felt very clammy, "Are you okay?"

Beside Isaac, an alloy metal shelf fell to the ground, and the commonly used medicine injections and auxiliary tools that were originally placed on it were scattered all over the floor.

Isaac's hands were grasping unconsciously, his muscles were tense, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if trying to suppress something.

Reid called his name softly, and hugged him on one knee, trying to calm him down.

"What happened here?" Morgan asked, grabbing a hospital worker who was following him.

"There are stories in every corner here, and I'm not sure which one you're talking about." The staff member pulled back his arm and said slowly.

"About death and homicide." Morgan drew a range.

The man thought for a while, with a little surprise, "There was once a patient who killed a medical staff and escaped while doing a routine checkup. It was probably here. That is really a cruel guy, and there are people who suspect him It's the Chesapeake Ripper."

"However, the police later confirmed that it was just a CopyCat." Seeing Morgan's changed expression, the man added. "However, I think that CopyCat is not inferior in terms of methods. Not everyone can goug out a person's eyes alive."