[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Lucas doesn't quite remember when he learned how to make bombs.

In short, those memories are too far away for him, after all, he is about to enter the [-]th mark.

But he still clearly remembers why he wanted to learn how to make bombs.

It was because of that dream, the dream with roaring and crying.

It is not difficult for him to make a bomb, just like making a cake, it requires precise dosage and a steady wrist, the only difference may be that if you are not careful, you may blow yourself up to the sky.

He has been suffering from long-term sleep deprivation and mental tension, and he hardly thinks about those problems. He just wants to try whether the explosion can relieve his symptoms.

He drove to the wilderness in the outskirts and detonated the first bomb he made.

That couldn't make a ripple in his heart, and he knew it was because of the wrong location.

The first person he selected was Gabrielle Cooper, a pianist from England.

However, it is more a coincidence than a choice.

Back then, he was attending a five-day dessert exchange in San Francisco, three intersections away from Wisser Hall.

Before going there, he had already thought about what he was going to do and was well prepared for it.

He brought the cake he made, dressed up as a delivery man, and pretended that a fan ordered the cake to be given to the pianist. After giving some tips to the staff of the concert hall, he walked into the backstage of the staff .

The security facilities at that time were really too imperfect, Lucas thought so in his heart.

Now, he is not sure whether he can rely on this method to get in.

But he really succeeded at that time, and one success made him unable to stop himself.

That time, he sat in the second-floor stand away from the stage as an audience, and after enduring two hours of recital, he finally detonated the bomb.

He watched the audience screaming and fleeing in and around the stage, and watched the wooden stage slowly being engulfed in flames.

He had a good night's sleep that night.

Thanks to the backward science and technology at that time, he escaped the police's pursuit again and again.

Otherwise, with cameras installed everywhere like this now, he would have been in jail long ago.

However, there is one musician who is different, and Lucas still has some impressions of her.

Although I can't remember the name, but it was a beautiful Chinese woman with a gentle smile and a pianist.

*****

"I've found it, I've found it!" Garcia almost ran in all the way, stepping on her sky-hating pair, which made people feel a little terrified, fearing that she would fall in the next second.

Emily, who was propping her chin up and closing her eyes, was taken aback by her. She turned her head and saw that Garcia walked to Viola's desk, and put the computer on the desk at once.

She was followed by Reid, who had just been helping out in Garcia's computer room.

"We all know that Lucas Powell is a pastry chef, right?" Garcia asked a group of people gathered around.

Everyone nodded.

"Men in their 30s generally strive for their careers, and Powell is no exception. As a pastry chef, he will definitely want to improve his craft." Reid immediately made a supplementary explanation.

"So——" Garcia clicked on the computer and brought up the table I just listed, "I tried to find all kinds of dessert exhibitions, dessert exchanges, etc. Anything about dessert."

"It took me a lot of time, after all, it was so long ago, but..."

The results are gratifying.

The computer shows that there are different types of dessert-related activities held in the local area every time the incident occurs.

Some small events had long been unreliable attendee lists, but for some large events, there were newspaper advertisements listing which pastry chefs were attending to attract visitors, which helped Garcia a lot.

Among them, Lucas's name is on the directory of two related activities.

"Heh..." Viola suddenly laughed out loud, with a strange expression on her face.

Everyone looked at her with worried expressions, wondering what happened suddenly to make her laugh.

Her light blue eyes lost their usual warmth, full of sarcasm and disbelief, and the eye sockets were slightly red, but it was not from sadness but from anger.

"My mom... has a really sweet tooth," she said, "and it's not very often, but she does go to some dessert-related events."

"The day of the recital was her and my birthday, and there happened to be an event at that time, and she wanted to see if there was any special cake, which could be used as a cake to celebrate the success of the birthday and the recital."

When she said this, she covered her mouth lightly to suppress her trembling voice.

Viola didn't go to that event because she had rehearsals with the Youth Symphony Orchestra, and she couldn't relax for a moment as the main cellist.

Her mother came home from the event and excitedly told her husband and daughter that she had met an interesting pastry chef at the event, and he had even chatted with her about classical music.

Most importantly, the desserts are delicious.

So, she asked the pastry chef to make a birthday cake for them this time.

"That afternoon, I was preparing for the evening performance in another concert hall, and my mother called me," Viola pursed her lips, her voice almost squeezed out of her teeth, "The cake was delivered, and it was delivered by that person himself .”

She took a deep breath and didn't continue talking, her hands were tightly clenched into fists, and even her nails were embedded in the flesh.

The people around were silent, unable to answer the conversation at all, it seemed too pale to say anything about this kind of thing.

"Huh..." She let go of her hand, wiped her eyes, suppressed the tears that were about to fall, and continued, "He doesn't choose places randomly, but changes according to his work."

"And the profession of pastry chef itself seems quite harmless, just like... just like my mother, she would not deliberately guard against such a person."

"But I think my mother is more inclined to be a special case. He is more likely to use reasons such as delivering celebration desserts and fan cakes to enter the backstage."

Coupled with the weak security equipment more than 20 years ago, the possibility of success has increased invisibly.

Hotch listened to her words, a thought suddenly flashed in his head, and said aloud, "Wait for me for a while."

With that said, he took out his cell phone, walked aside and made a series of calls.

Compared with the crime of pretending to be a delivery man, which is easy to be detected and not suitable for the elderly, it is safer to use acquaintances to enter the interior.

Hotch is calling the hospital, and he wants to verify one thing with an old man.

The call was over quickly, and Hotch took the phone back and walked back.

"Mr. Carson Black said that on the day before the concert, Lucas Powell suddenly told him that he wanted to meet Master Jenkins because his deceased wife liked his violin very much." Hotch said.

"He's using Amelia as an excuse?" Anger welled up in Viola's heart.

"He went backstage, and Mr. Black told me, they had a conversation in the practice room for a while," Hotch continued, "with plenty of time and potential for him to stick explosives on the bottom of the piano."

"We can apply for a search warrant."

*****

Lucas felt that meeting Amelia might be God's last mercy to him.

He knew that he couldn't go on like this, and those behaviors shouldn't be called right, but once this kind of thing started, it was like being addicted to drugs, and it couldn't stop.

Until the perfect substitute is found to replace this addictive feeling.

Amelia is that 'replacement'.

It was also a concert, very small, without any famous masters.

He was just, as always, a random pick.He didn't really care much about who was performing on stage.

Amelia's piano solo is not awkward in the middle, neither the opening nor the finale.

At that time, he was eager to complete the explosion to calm the restlessness in his heart and bring himself a peaceful night of sleep.

He originally planned to detonate the bomb immediately after Amelia played the piano solo, but things turned around.

He still can't explain what kind of feeling that is.

It is like a lonely sail being submerged by waves, and a drowning person struggling to die, or being chased by a beast, exhausted, and finally choosing to fall into a deep valley of despair.

Fierce and cruel, suffocating and painful.

He could feel the rejection of Amelia's performance from everyone around him, and even some audience members fidgeted in their positions.

But he felt an unprecedented sense of peace welling up in his heart.

This time, he put down the button in his hand.

Lucas did a very impulsive thing. After the performance, he waited for Amelia to come out at the door of the concert hall.

He saw her come out among the crowd of the orchestra, and walked in front of her almost without thinking.

He didn't remember what he said at that time, he only knew that he hollowed out all the words of praise to praise how wonderful her music was.

Amelia watched him in surprise the whole time.

When he finally stopped talking and was a little at a loss, Amelia suddenly laughed out loud.

She said that no one has ever understood what she wants to express so well, and no one has said that she likes her music.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

The orchestra bus whistled, and everyone was waiting for her alone.

Amelia groped all over her body for a long time before finding a tissue and a pen in her backpack.

"This is my phone number, we'll talk to you when we have a chance." Amelia smiled and waved to him, then turned and ran to the bus.

They did contact again later, and Lucas didn't know what kind of mood he was in, but he started pursuing her.

He doesn't need those explosions anymore either.

With Amelia, everything started to go smoothly, and he felt that he had never been so happy in his 30-plus years of life.

Her music saved him.

But not everyone likes Amelia's music. After something happened, her fighting spirit was completely frustrated.

An old man died of depression and stagnation after returning home a few days after listening to her performance. It seemed that he could not get out of the depression that the music brought to him.

The old man's family found her, vented to her severely, and abused her angrily.

Although the matter didn't make a big fuss, Amelia had already lost her confidence in going on stage.

She does have her own persistent art, but it doesn't mean she wants to kill people.

Lucas was actually very pleased with that in his heart.

Because in this way, he can monopolize this beauty, and no one can take her away.

But he was wrong, and he lost it in the end.

The author has something to say: this case is coming to an end, and the next chapter should be the end

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This article is coming to an end, and there should be only a few chapters away from the end of the main text

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There will be episodes of weddings and children, so there is no need to mention these two in particular

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

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