[Zhongyingmei] The last string

When Garcia heard the name, her expression was blank for a few seconds, her mouth was slightly opened, and she stuttered a bit.

"This, this is not Friandise's..." She obviously never thought that the suspect would be someone she had met in her life.

Viola pursed her lips, and said quickly and softly: "I don't want to doubt him either, let's check first."

Garcia nodded in panic, then turned her head to look at her computer screen, her fingers darting across the keyboard.

The two detectives behind her saw a photo of an old man appear on the screen, and then a lot of information boxes jumped out.

As the information box jumped out, Garcia glanced over and read out the most basic information one by one.

Lucas·Powell, 59 years old, a master pastry chef, enjoys a high reputation in the capital DC.

There are two dessert shops under my name, one is opened in the central area of ​​the capital, it is a high-end custom shop, and I am in charge.One is Friandise, located in the corner of Quantico, taking the civilian route.

"It seems that Mr. Powell closed his haute couture shop a few days ago and no longer accepts any orders," Garcia said with a frown, "declaring that it was because of his health."

Viola was silent for a while, and said, "Is it after his wife Amelia Powell died?"

"Eh? Um... Yes, on the third day after his wife passed away, the physical store was closed and an announcement was posted on the website." Garcia wondered why Viola would ask such a question.

The female detective looked a little strange. She covered her mouth with her hand and took a deep breath.

"This is really strange." Garcia quickly browsed through the information, and suddenly said this sentence.

"What's wrong?" Reid leaned over.

"Mr Powell's records prior to the age of 13 are blank, appear to be encrypted, and he is in the government's foster care system."

After she finished speaking, her fingers moved again. Such secrecy measures were useless in front of Garcia.

Sure enough, after a while, the originally encrypted information was displayed in front of the three people.

Lucas Powell was rescued from a concert hall explosion in the capital DC decades ago.

It was a body bombing attack in which terrorists strapped to their bodies rushed onto the stage during a performance and detonated the bombs.

Lucas' parents, who were performing on stage at the time, died in the explosion.

And their young children lost all previous memories due to the explosion.

In fact, Lucas Powell was originally named Lucas Walker, but he resisted his surname very much after waking up, and had no choice but to change his name.

Both parents died, and no relatives came forward to adopt the child. Lucas took the inheritance left to him by his parents and began to move among various foster families.

The assets he can use are fixed every month, and the rest will be kept by the government for him, and will be returned in full when he becomes an adult.

Everyone knows what kind of superficial thing the foster care system is. A child like Lucas who has a lot of inheritance may be taken care of by the parents of the foster family at first, but once it is determined that the inheritance cannot be obtained, those people will change face.

Lucas changed fourteen foster families until he became an adult, and all of them received negative comments such as being lonely, not easy to communicate, and so on.

What is more noticeable is that several families have complained that the child is unwilling to sleep well at night, and sometimes yells at the air.

"When he became an adult, Powell took back the house and money left in his parents' name and came out of the foster care system."

Garcia was about to stop after saying this, but saw some medical records.

"Wait...it looks like Powell started seeing a therapist after he got out of the foster care system."

"This has been going on for more than ten years, until..." Garcia paused when he saw the bottom line of information, "until 1987."

That was the year the Music Hall Killer started his crimes.

Once there are too many coincidences, it is no longer a coincidence.

Viola raised her hand and rubbed between her brows, looking tired.

"Thanks, Garcia," she said softly.

"Viola..." Garcia, who was sitting in front of the computer, felt something was wrong with her tone, and turned to look at her worriedly.

"I'm fine," she exhaled. "If Lucas Powell is really the concert hall killer, then the 24 years he stopped killing is because he had Amelia."

"His wife? Why do you say that?" Reid asked with some doubts.

Viola briefly explained Amelia's playing style to the two, which made them look suddenly enlightened.

"If we say that what happened to Powell when he was a child led to his aversion to classical music, and the death of his parents in the explosion eased this anxiety," Reid said with his eyes down, "his behavior now is more like a Repeating the death of the parents over and over again."

"He hates his parents." Viola said softly.

*****

Lucas Powell doesn't remember his parents.

To be more precise, I don't remember anything before I was 13 years old.

He woke up in the hospital bed, the first thing he saw was the nurse caring for him, and the bright incandescent lights in the ward.

Forget all the past, just like a new life.

Others said his name was Lucas Walker, but he hated that last name, from the bottom of his heart.

So he changed his name, and randomly picked one that looked pleasing to him.

When he was in the hospital, nothing happened. He just woke up, woke up, checked continuously, and Mr. Police came to visit him.

They told him his parents, musicians, had died in a terrorist attack.

He didn't feel it, but he repelled having parents, or rather, the news that they were dead made him happy.

Of course, Lucas wouldn't say such a thing, because he knew it was unreasonable.

After leaving the hospital, he began to move among foster families.

The falsehood of those so-called 'parents' made him do evil, and he started dreaming all night and all night.

He guessed that it might have happened before the age of 13. He didn't like everything in the dream, except for quarreling and scolding, there was nothing good about it.

The nightmare did not slow down with the passage of time, but intensified, and he even had auditory hallucinations.

The voices of men and women mingled in his ears.

He thought he might be sick and tried to negotiate with the 'parents' of the foster family to see a psychiatrist.

But the cost is too expensive, no one will pay such a large sum of money for the treatment of a 'eccentric' person like him.

He could only suffer until adulthood.

After getting the inheritance, he has money and started to see a doctor. This may be the only thing he is grateful for to those parents.

Lucas doesn't like the house his parents left him very much. Whenever he wakes up from a dream in the middle of the night, staying in that house will make him even more anxious.

Although five years have passed, most of the furnishings inside are exactly the same as before.

Because his memory began to recover gradually, and it was fragmented fragments, almost the same as the scene in a nightmare.

He knew that he had better confess everything to the psychiatrist, so as to facilitate the treatment, but there were some things he couldn't say.

Psychiatrists believe the explosion as a child may have irreparably damaged his brain, causing his auditory hallucinations and nightmares.

Because the medical level is not enough to repair such trauma, we can only take some psychotropic drugs to suppress it, and cooperate with some psychological counseling to achieve a palliative effect.

But that obviously didn't do him much good.

At first it did get better for a year or two, but the medicine gradually stopped working for him.

He returned to the original state, unable to sleep at night.

One day, he dreamed of the explosion.

Memories flooded up like a tide, filled with elegant melodies, and the concert hall immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere suddenly fell into panic.

The crazy smile of the terrorist, the loud screams of the parents, and the frightened look.

A roaring explosion.

That night, he didn't wake up with a start, and fell asleep peacefully in that dream.

He seemed to know something, and this time he didn't ask his psychiatrist again.

*****

After a day of investigation, it is now completely dark, but no one has any plans to go back.

Just because this is a rather special case related to their families, no one is in the mood to go home and rest.

"We can't do anything about him." Hotch rubbed his brows with a headache.

A group of people from BAU gathered around the conference table, all looking a little dignified.

They did have a suspect, but with the explosion destroying all evidence, they were not in any position to investigate Lucas' home.

This is a good citizen who abides by the law. They have no physical evidence and no evidence.

The music hall killer's crime cycle is between three and four months. Are they going to wait for this Unsub to commit another crime and pray for him to reveal his flaws?

No one likes to sit still, let alone this kind of time.

After some discussions, everyone took action again, and no one was going to rest until Lucas was arrested and brought to justice.

Viola stood in front of the bar in the rest area, picked up the kettle and poured water into her cup, with a dazed expression.

"Viola, water." The voice of her boss suddenly sounded beside her, and she turned her head to look over.

And Hotch was already beside her, reaching out to straighten the hand of her kettle.

"It came out."

Viola looked down, only to realize that the water in the mug had overflowed. She frantically tore a few paper towels to wipe off the water that was about to flow out of the countertop and onto the floor.

"We're going to get him, you understand?" Hotch looked serious and his tone was serious.

She stared at him blankly, nodded and lowered her eyes.

"I just don't understand, he looks... just like all ordinary people," Viola said softly, "I lost my wife who had been with me for many years, and I feel helpless and wandering."

"And I... comforted him."

She looked up, a self-deprecating and hurt smile on her lips.

"I comforted him, hoping that he would not be like me." She repeated the words again.

Hotch interrupted what she was going to say.

"You didn't know that, did you?" he asked softly. "You can't blame yourself for what you don't know."

She fell silent again, and threw the wet tissue into the trash can.

"Aaron, do you think...Amelia knows about this?"

Does the kind and kind old man know that the husband he has loved all his life is a serial killer who has no regard for other people's lives?

The author has something to say: Yesterday's question... No one answered it correctly... I think this is my fault, maybe the problem is not clear OTL

The correct answer is Chapter 91

'The question of how much motivation hatred can bring to a person may be unsolvable.

He looked back at Viola who was watching Camille being carried away, and looked away before the female detective caught his gaze. '

What this sentence implies is that Rossi knows about Viola. The previous sentence is actually a pun, referring to Unsub in the sacred wedding, which is also Viola.

It feels like I made the question, I want to recite it (picked up a big pot)

So I decided to change to a simple question today_(:з」∠)_ Anyway, the Dragon Boat Festival is not over yet (hey

What was Viola's first gift to Hotch?

(hint: there are two things)

Characters in this chapter

Amelia Powell, a mysterious pianist, has died

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