[Zhongyingmei] The last string

When Viola finished writing all the information at hand and went to see Reid, the poor boy was completely at a loss.

He stared at Viola in embarrassment, not knowing how to organize his words at all.

Viola chuckled, and comforted in turn: "Spencer, you don't have to feel sorry for this."

"I'm so hugged..." He shut up in the middle of speaking, feeling even more uneasy.

"Treat this as a normal case, as usual, okay?" Viola pleaded.

She didn't tell them before, not because she didn't trust her, but because she didn't want to see their sorry and embarrassing expressions.

She didn't want them to have so much psychological burden, and she didn't want them to treat her like a victim's family.

And now she herself has to treat this case as the most common among BAU's many cases.

They analyze, profile, search for, and finally arrest the killer.

no different.

Reid agreed with some stammers, pulled the chair beside Viola, and sat down.

He restrained his expression, and carefully scanned the information Viola had just written.

Viola took advantage of the few seconds when Reid read the information and added an explanation: "The instruments played by these musicians, the performance styles and the fields of expertise are completely different. Although I have studied for a long time, but the recital will not allow video recording, And 20 years ago, there was no such advanced camera technology at all, so I can't completely conclude that their performance has nothing to do with Unsub's selection."

Reid pondered for a moment, then asked cautiously: "Viola, do you have a video of your mother playing?"

She froze for two seconds, then nodded: "I have."

"If you don't mind... can you show me?" He felt a little offended, so his voice was extremely soft.

"...at my house, I'll go back and get it." Viola smiled at him, stood up and left the meeting room.

Reid felt extremely uncomfortable, and didn't know who to talk to at this time, so he could only let himself be involved in the case.

*****

The home Viola is talking about is not Hotch's, but her villa in Quantico.

Since living together with Hotch, except for coming back every six months to clean the house, she seldom comes back.

It has been four months since the last time I went back to my own home, and the house will be full of dust if no one lives in it, and it looks a little bit depressed.

The living room was empty, there was not a single CD on the CD rack that was originally full of CDs, and the sofa and TV were covered with a large dust cloth, revealing that the house was empty.

She went to the bedroom, took out a locked leather box from the cabinet, and took out the key to open it. It was filled with rows and rows of old video tapes.

Viola stared blankly at these tapes, raised her hand to take out one and put it back hesitantly, and she just took out half of the other tape and stuffed it back.

The action that should be completed quickly, but she did it several times.

It was not until a while later that she finally selected a tape.

She stuffed the tape into her bag and hurried back to BAU.

When Viola walked into the meeting room, she saw two stiff stone sculptures.

Garcia looked at her, forced a smile, and Reid on the side was already in a panic again.

The female detective knew what happened at a glance, raised a comforting smile, and said helplessly: "Penelope, you don't need to put on such an expression."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," the fat girl walked over in high heels, with tears in her eyes, "I really didn't check it on purpose, I saw in the information..."

"I know." Viola hugged her gently, patted her on the back, and wiped her tears again.

"Why are you crying instead?" She looked gentle.

Garcia's eyes were still red, she sniffled, and said, "I haven't told anyone else, but Reid said he already knew."

"Why didn't you tell us?" She was very distressed.

What Reid knew was limited to the murder of Viola's mother, but Garcia saw more things.

Viola dropped out of school for a year after her parents were attacked and died. During this period, there were countless records of hospital treatment, and most of them were doctors in psychotherapy.

Add all that to the hype in the local Las Vegas news.

"Midas Group Chairman Karen Mill and his wife Lin Fang both died in the explosion of the Gaoshan Concert Hall, leaving behind their only daughter..."

'The well-known pianist Lin Fang was killed!The death is miserable...'

'The former cello genius dropped out of school, and seems to be suffering from mental illness due to the death of his parents...'

'Genius has fallen!The genius who hit the cello directly passed out in front of the concert hall'

Garcia knows that reporters like to write some shocking reports to catch people's attention, and these reports may not all be true, but she feels extremely uncomfortable just looking at them.

Adults will be depressed by public opinion reports, not to mention that Viola was just a 12-year-old girl back then.

How could they have the heart to do such a thing to a little girl.

What makes Garcia even more sad is that after dropping out of school for a year, Viola only took one year to skip two grades and become a high school student.

The following resumes are even more perfect and unbelievably perfect. Every year, I won the first-class scholarship with the first grade in my grade, and finally got into Yale with high scores.

During Yale's undergraduate to master's degree, he was highly praised by professors of various subjects. After graduation, he successfully passed the agent examination and officially became a federal agent.

Garcia didn't dare to imagine how Viola got through those years.

Just thinking about it brought her close to tears.

"You should tell us," Garcia's voice was still choking, "I, we can…"

"Can you?" she asked softly.

"I don't know, anyway, you should tell us." Garcia just felt that Viola shouldn't bear these burdens alone.

She laughed a little when she heard Garcia's words, but felt warm in her heart.

"Would you like me to tell everyone?" Garcia asked cautiously.

"You don't need to tell them specifically, just give them the information, and they will understand." Viola replied softly.

She didn't want to publicize what happened in her past like that, but even if she didn't say it now, as the case deepened, they would find out sooner or later.

Instead, just go with the flow.

"Okay." Garcia nodded.

Viola smiled at her and took out a small old video camera and a tape from her bag.

"Penelope, do you have a way to get this on the big screen?" she asked.

"Of course, you can wait for me."

Their queen sprints away, then sprints back, cable in hand.

After fiddling for a while, the camera was connected to the big screen in the conference room, Viola inserted the tape into the camera, and pressed the start button.

A shaky picture appeared on the screen, and the angle of view was very low, as if a child was holding it to shoot.

It was Viola's house in Las Vegas, and Reid recognized it at a glance. The room in the picture was the piano room of Viola's house.

There are large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the staggered window frames divide the sunlight.

Sitting in front of the white grand piano was a young woman in a long skirt. She had a completely Asian appearance, with a small face and exquisite facial features, and her long hair like a waterfall was scattered behind her.

The woman closed her eyes lightly, with a soft smile on her face.Her nails were cut cleanly, and her long and slender fingers were as green as green, dancing on the black and white keys in a leisurely manner, and the gentle and long movement slowly flowed out from her fingertips.

This is probably a gentle woman like water.

The thought crossed Garcia's and Reid's minds at the same time.

The video lasted 8 minutes. The first 4 minutes were all played by women, and the last [-] minutes were joined by a little girl.

The camera lens of the screen changed from a person's hand to a chair, and the shaking stopped, and a few seconds later the little girl was bouncing into the camera.

The little girl was sitting on the high chair, her feet couldn't touch the ground, and she could barely land on the railing in the middle of the high stool.In her hand is a cello that does not match her body shape.

The sound of cello and piano are intertwined, the bright sunshine permeates the whole piano room, and the happy smiling faces of women and children.

Warm and beautiful scene.

The video was stopped by the little girl after the music ended, and the screen went black.

"This is a video of my mother and I practicing in the piano room a week before the Alpine Concert Hall explosion," Viola explained.

"The repertoire played by my mother in the first half is an important repertoire to be performed in her recital, and the second half is a small piece of the Cello Concerto, and I am the main cellist."

Reid's hand clenched lightly against his lips, he was thinking.

"I'm not sure," he frowned, "I can't think of anything more with just this one video."

This is not an easy task. If something could be seen so simply, Viola would have been able to find out the doubts in it for more than 20 years.

"Cough..." Garcia coughed lightly at the side, which caught the attention of the two profilers.

"Maybe we can compare it with Master Jenkins' performance video?" She suggested, "Some of his concerts have been recorded..."

The two profilers stared at each other for a while.

"It's really stupid." Viola wiped her face and smiled wryly.

After so many years of studying only so many people, the latest victim was left behind.

"Then I'll go find it right away?" Garcia gestured.

The two detectives nodded in unison.

The author has something to say: Slowly expose the scars

The author is about to finish the Shura period again... I don’t know if I can finish the last case before then (vomiting blood)

Characters in this chapter

Karen Mill Viola's father, deceased

Lam Fong Viola's mother, deceased

Thanks to the three little angels Zhenzi Chocolate, Yuma and Senelia for mine!Kiss you (づ￣3￣)づ