[Zhongyingmei] The last string

After handing over the case to DCPD, Hotch went to the hospital.

There were so many injured audiences last night, it was too slow to ask only Rossi and Man, so Hotch was also going to help.

When he arrived at the hospital, Rossi had almost finished speaking with the victims of minor injuries, and Man had just finished speaking with the fourth patient with serious injuries.

The seriously injured spectators were all sitting in the VIP seats in the first three rows. The most seriously injured one lost the vision of one eye and suffered serious burns on his right arm. He was also a violinist, which almost ruined his life. .

Pike·Browns was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were dull and empty, and he was almost covered with bandages, looking embarrassed and miserable.

He had just woken up not long ago, and he hadn't recovered from the impact of the explosion at all, and he couldn't even react to what happened to him.

Hotch communicated with the doctor in front of the ward for a while, and the doctor told him not to stimulate him. Pike's physical and mental state are very weak now.

He nodded to express his understanding, and walked lightly into the ward.

"Mr. Browns?" he asked softly, standing by Pike's hospital bed.

The middle-aged man struggled to open his remaining eye, and after looking for a long time, he finally saw a person standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" His voice was hoarse, and the explosion seemed to have injured his vocal cords.

"I'm an agent from the FBI. My name is Aaron Hoter. I want to ask you something about yesterday's explosion, is that okay?"

Pike nodded slightly.

"Sir, did you find anything odd before the explosion?" Hotch asked.

"Strange?" He spoke slowly, as if he couldn't understand what Hotch was saying.

Hotch explained to him that the so-called strange refers to things that do not match the usual situation and do not usually happen.

"Like, did you see anyone leave?" He made the question more specific.

"...No, you can't leave the seat during the performance, that's... that's extremely impolite behavior..." Pike obviously felt that the agent in front of him didn't understand these customary rules, and wanted to explain to him.

"I understand," said Hotch, with a classical music lover in the house, that it's not even possible for Hotch to be ignorant of such basic rules, "so if someone leaves, it must be pretty obvious, right?"

"Yeah," Pike replied, "but...ahem...I didn't see anyone leaving, I was sitting at the front..."

"Master Jenkins he was playing...and suddenly exploded..."

"I can't remember what happened after that," Pike said with pain on his face, "after..."

Suddenly, the instrument beside him made a loud noise, and Pike seemed suddenly unable to breathe.

The doctor ran in with a stethoscope after hearing the sound, and Hotch was asked out of the ward.

Rossi was standing not far from the ward, he saw Hotch coming out and went to meet him.

"Any progress?" Hotch asked first.

The Italian agent shook his head and told Hotch what he had learned from his inquiries.

The slightly injured spectators were basically sitting in the middle part, roughly distributed between the fourth and sixth rows, and one or two people sat in the rear, and were injured by the fire caused by the explosion because they were too flustered.

However, no one saw the one leaving halfway.

"Maybe Unsub wasn't the audience at all, he might have gotten into the concert hall somehow, like how he planted a bomb under the piano," Rossi said.

"But how did he get into so many concert halls? And these concert halls are scattered all over the place." Hotch thinks this is the most unreasonable place.

In fact, the most critical question is how Unsub installed the bomb under the piano.

Generally speaking, anyone can enter the concert hall, but not everyone can have access to musical instruments.They are usually locked in the instrument room, and only large instruments, such as pianos.

A small instrument, such as a violin or flute, is usually the player's own.

This also explains why the bomb is only installed under the piano, because that is indeed the only thing Unsub can touch.

Although the bomb installed under the piano is more powerful, according to the restored shape of the bomb, it is almost as big as a tablet computer, and no one will notice it in the bag.

Unsub simply sticks it under the piano, and finally the remote control detonates the bomb is enough.

He really didn't have the need to take that risk and sit at the bottom as an audience.

However, ordinary bombers like to watch this exciting moment, which has nothing to do with sex or excitement, but to enjoy the effects of the explosion, such as people crying in panic, media reports and so on.

The main purpose of this Unsub is to kill people. He wants to kill these musicians, so he is the same as an ordinary bomber. He wants to watch the moment when these musicians die. This is what he wants to relive.

So, now Hotch and Rossi are thinking in their minds that even if Unsub isn't a spectator, he must be watching somewhere.

*****

Garcia found a video of a certain recital by Master Jenkins and put it directly on the big screen.

The three of them stared at the screen.

Master Jenkins's violin performance was really brilliant, but after watching it for a long time, Garcia still felt puzzled. She only felt that the expressions of the two profilers around her seemed to be frozen, and they were all in deep thought.

Anyway, she didn't think it was a very nice look.

"Is this... useless?" Garcia asked cautiously.

Viola raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brows, feeling a little frustrated: "I can't tell what the performances of Master Jenkins and my mother have in common."

Not to mention that the instruments played by the two are fundamentally different, and secondly, the playing styles of the two are almost the same.

Lin Fang, Viola's mother, is always gentle in playing, while Master Jenkins is enthusiastic and unrestrained, with a cheerful and powerful rhythm.

"It's possible that we know too much about these things and don't see the similarities. What do you think, Garcia?" Reid felt that they needed a new perspective now.

"Me, me?" Garcia showed a slightly frightened expression, "I can't do it."

"Don't be burdened, just talk about your feelings."

Garcia is a person who is completely obsessed with gothic style, but she likes a wide range of music. In addition to loud rock and roll, she also likes classical music.

But if you want to say that she has any professional research on this, it is unlikely.

She thought for a while before replying with some hesitation: "Actually, I just think that it sounds very comfortable and pleasant. If there is more...it seems to be nothing."

She herself had just finished saying these words, and she shook her head desperately and began to deny herself.

"Ahhh, isn't it all nonsense, who's performance is uncomfortable..."

But in the middle of her speech, Reid stopped her, and his eyes lit up a little.

"No, Garcia, you are so right," he said slightly excitedly, "This is it."

As he spoke, he habitually started his popular science lectures.

"The so-called music is the sound made by the regular vibration of objects, and what organized and rhythmic music can reflect people's emotions and feelings," he said very fast, "so music is actually an abstract art. "

"It can move people, it's even used in psychotherapy now, it's an alternative language."

"Generally speaking, classical music is melodious and romantic, expressing the creator's emotions and making the listeners feel the same."

"It's not about technique or style, it's about the very essence of music—emotion."

He spoke a little excitedly, for the breakthrough of the current stage.

Viola began to think about his words, but her expression was a little hesitant. She was not completely sure of Reid's words for the time being.

"Spencer, different pieces of music express different emotions, depending on the player's performance, there will be different performances, and even different people will feel differently. We can't be sure what kind of emotion Unsub is targeting." She said .

Reid shook his head and continued: "There are indeed uncertainties, but one thing is certain."

"What?" Garcia looked at the doctor curiously.

"All the music played may make people feel shocked, light-hearted, sad, etc., but one thing is for sure," he paused, "you won't feel uncomfortable after listening to a concert."

"The discomfort here does not refer to the body, but only emotionally, repelling and loathing classical music."

"Unsub is not targeting these musicians, he is targeting the music being played."

"He hates classical music."

*****

"Why can't you do better?!" It was a woman's shrill shout, full of anger and hatred of iron and steel.

"I told you, you can play better, it's just that you don't work hard, do you understand?" This time the voice was changed to a man's, instead of only the anger in his tone.

Practice day and night, never stop scolding.

Ended in a roaring explosion.

"You're not perfect yet."

"Perfect music, delicate and soft, full of emotion, you know?"

"You should try harder, you suck."

However, those voices did not stop with the explosion, they appeared in his dreams and in his life, he seemed to hear those voices all the time.

He doesn't like it, he hates it, he hates it.

He just wants to get rid of all this and live his own life.

Yes, those painful days have passed, as if the time in hell has been away from him for decades.

But they came back, so suddenly.

He was overwhelmed by the voices again, and this time, the same people who had played on stage were there.

Their limbs and arms were broken, and their appearance was horrific.

He can only do it one more time, only one more time.

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, but the author, I want to write a 3000-word Japanese paper, as if I am going to die

However, I won't give up easily! ! ! (spit soul)

Characters in this chapter

Victims of Pike Browns implicated in blast

Belinda Jenkins' Latest Victim, Famous Violinist

Lam Fong Viola's mother, deceased

Thanks to the little angel nika for the landmines, okay (づ￣3￣)づ