[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Hotch gets a call from Viola with the information they just profiled.

"The goal is music?" Rossi raised his eyebrows, "That's quite a novelty."

"But it does make sense," Man continued. "You look at the musicians sitting in the front row, all of them are injured like that. If he wants to destroy classical music, then he probably did."

If you know that once you play a musical instrument on stage, it is equivalent to being targeted by a deranged bomber, how many people will not feel guilty?

The explosion destroyed not only lives, but also beliefs.

"Man, have you talked to the victim in that ward?" Hotch asked suddenly.

He frowned, and through the lotus leaf window of the ward, he could vaguely see the appearance of the victim lying on the hospital bed, but he couldn't fully recognize it.

"Him? Yes, what's the matter?" Man was a little surprised by the sudden question from his boss.

"what is his name?"

"Um... Carson Black, is a pianist."

Getting the name in his head from the Man, the weirdness in Hotch's heart deepened, causing the two agents beside him to look at each other.

But before they raised their doubts, Hotch had already explained to them.

"Viola and I went to the funeral of an old man last Saturday," he said, "and the pianist was there."

At that time, Viola had privately given Hotch a table of musicians, each of whom was very important in the industry, and he still had memories in his mind.

Hotch had Man tell him the names of all the victims he had just communicated with, and to his dismay he had seen three of them at the funeral.

If there is only one person, it can be said to be a coincidence, but three people are a bit intriguing.

He decided to go talk to the musicians again.

Carson Black was relatively lucky among those seriously injured.He is a pianist, and the most important hand was not injured much, but the lower leg was hit by flying fragments of floor tiles and caused a very serious fracture.

The old man's legs and feet are not very convenient. If he does this, it is very likely that he will have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Although it was extremely painful in the eyes of others, Carson was very open about it. When it comes to Mr. Browns in the next ward, he is already very good.

The old man was a little surprised when he saw Hotch coming in, and asked, "I thought I made it very clear with Agent Man just now?"

"No, sir, in fact I have some additional questions, may I know?" After finishing speaking, he also introduced himself.

Carson nodded, and he smiled kindly: "Of course, you can sit down, don't stand."

Hotch froze for a moment, but quickly realized that he sat on a chair beside him.

It can be felt in a few sentences that this is an open-minded and cheerful old man, and this kind of encounter does not seem to be a big deal to him.

"I wonder if you attended Mrs. Amelia Powell's funeral last Saturday?" Although Hotch is confident in his memory, it's better to confirm at this time.

Carson nodded with a look of surprise on his face: "Yes, is Agent Hoter there too?"

Hotch nodded affirmatively.

There was a look of pity and nostalgia on the face of the old man. He had known Amelia for nearly 30 years.

He told Hotch, Amelia is a very good pianist, but her music is too different.

It is indeed very skillful and full of emotion, but those songs are too depressing for ordinary listeners, let alone those masters in the industry.

It's not that they don't recognize Amelia's technology, but they really can't like it.

No one wants to have an indelible shadow on classical music after listening to a piano performance, so as to stay away from classical music.

But even so, there is no rejection of Amelia in the industry.

The world of classical music is all-encompassing, and the existence of any kind of music is justified, and some people even admire Amelia's technology.

Before she knew it, however, Amelia pulled herself out.She no longer participated in any concerts, and gradually began to stop performing in front of outsiders.

What is the reason, no one knows.

Although Carson knew Amelia well, he never asked her why. After all, it was a very personal question, so he didn't dare to ask her.

"When did Mrs. Powell stop being seen?" Hotch asked.

The old man bowed his head and thought for a while before replying, "Almost, almost 21 or 22 years?"

This time period was exactly one or two years after Unsub stopped committing crimes.

Hotch was a little silent, he had some bad thoughts in his mind.

He asked Carson one last question.

"Mr. Black, do you know when the Powells met?"

"Oh, let me think about it." The old man thought for a while, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little strange, "Well...Thinking about it, Amelia seems to have gradually stopped in front of the stage after getting to know Lucas. activities."

"It was almost 23 years ago, and I remember Amelia being so happy that someone would listen to her music," Carson recalls with a smile.

Then, he jokingly said: "Speaking of which, did Amelia quit because of Lucas?"

Hotch twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he answered the old man's joke, but he couldn't laugh at all in his heart.

He thanked the old man and took out his cell phone as he left the ward, thinking he had to call Viola.

*****

Viola was overwhelmed by what Reid said.

The victims picked out by a classical loather will indeed appear to have no pattern or character.Because to him, these soft-sounding melodies are all the same, and he just wants to destroy them.

They first told Hotch the content of this profile, and then continued the analysis just now.

"Destroying music is a very abstract thing," Viola said, frowning slightly. "Unsub used explosions very concretely. I think this kind of thing may have happened around him."

Reid nodded. He had the same thought as Viola. He turned to Garcia and said, "Garcia, go and check to see if there were similar incidents before these bombings, mainly in concert halls in big cities."

The almighty information technician immediately took orders and left the office quickly.

Viola rubbed her eyebrows, not knowing whether she was tired or happy.

She was getting closer to the murderer who had tortured her for nearly 20 years, but she was not as happy as she imagined.

"Viola?" Seeing that she fell into silence again, Reid couldn't help calling out to her.

The female detective came to her senses in vain and smiled at the people beside her.

The next second, her phone vibrated suddenly, and the caller ID on it was Hotch.

They obviously talked just a few minutes ago, what happened?

Surprised, she picked up the phone.

"Aaron, what's the matter?"

"...What did you find?"

Reid saw Viola's pupils constrict suddenly, and the edges of the fingers holding the phone turned white.

"...that's impossible, Aaron, it's too..." Her voice sounded trembling.

"I see," she breathed out softly, "We can't make a conclusion yet, we'll talk about it when you come back."

She hung up, and Reid looked at her with concern.

Viola pulled a smile without a smile, and replied softly: "Aaron just found a suspect."

"Really?" Reid was amazed. "That's fine."

"Yes," she nodded, the phone on her right hand moved to her left, looking a little uneasy, "I want to find Garcia, do you want to come with me?"

Naturally, Reid would not refuse.

When the two opened the door and entered the small computer room, Garcia was quickly operating the computer.

"Oh, you two are here, don't worry, I'm doing a cross-analysis on the origins of the recently released prisoners who have been in prison for more than 20 years and the places where the concert hall bombing happened, and soon..." She Without looking back at them, they spoke so fast that it was almost impossible to keep up.

Viola interrupted her somewhat helplessly, and said, "Garica, we have a suspect."

"Yeah, wouldn't that be nice... wait, suspect?!" she exclaimed.

"Yes," Viola pursed her lips and said softly, "Please check Lucas Powell, please?"

*****

The old man looked tired, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be worse than a few days ago.

He didn't know why it became like this. It should be said that his symptoms could be alleviated for a long time with just one visit.

Is it because he has lived comfortably these years for too long?

He really doesn't know.

The old man was leaning on a beautifully carved cane, with an expensive ruby ​​inlaid on the top, exuding a low-key and luxurious light.

He took out a CD under the TV, and stuffed it tremblingly into the CD player.

After a few seconds of gap, drowning music spread throughout the room.

He sat on the sofa, enjoying the peace that only belonged to this moment.

However, this tranquility could not last longer at all, only for a few minutes, he felt that he heard those voices again.

Like a nightmare, like from hell.

The old man stood up from the sofa with a grumpy expression, and walked back and forth in the living room where music was playing.

Is it because it is not enough?Is it due to this?

He turned around and walked quickly to his studio with a terrifying expression on his face.

The author has something to say: My God, I finally wrote it after holding back for so many days! !

Yes, everyone guessed it right, it was him...

My foreshadowing is really too obvious (.

Then, happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone!

It’s still the usual holiday questioning session _(:з」∠)_ I hope someone can understand me this time (poor (scroll)

Question, in which one did Uncle Rossi reveal for the first time that he actually knew about Viola's past?

(hint: is in the case)

This time the problem should be quite simple...

As before, I will send red envelopes to the first five little angels who answered correctly

Characters in this chapter

Carson Black, one of the victims implicated in the bombing, was familiar with Amelia

Amelia Powell, a mysterious pianist, has died

Lucas·PowellFriandise's owner, pastry chef, this case Unsub