[Zhongyingmei] The last string

"Hi, MyQueen." Viola walked into Garcia's office, and their queen was staring at the screen with a sad face.

"Oh, my sweetheart," Garcia sat looking up at her from the seat, "I'm so angry."

Viola raised her eyebrows and said, "Why are you angry?"

"Because you spend an afternoon with a handsome guy, and I'm here reading the never-ending feed of criminals," Garcia grumbled, "not handsome."

Viola smiled and raised her hand to rub Garcia's face, then leaned on her shoulder and said, "Didn't I come to help you?"

"And I'd rather spend an afternoon with Aaron than Neal Caffrey," she said with a wink.

Garcia suffered a critical blow from her, and she elbowed Viola's waist dissatisfied.

"Only you can say such a thing." Garcia said while casting accusing eyes.

The mixed-race detective chuckled a few times, and then changed the subject again: "Let's not talk about that, how did you find out?"

"I checked all the prisoners in the same cell block as Caffrey and who have been out of prison for more than a year," Garcia said with a straight face, "Attention is all, but unfortunately, no suspects matching the profile were found."

Viola thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe we shouldn't be confined to the same cell area."

There are five bathrooms in the entire prison. The prisoners take a bath in batches according to the date and practice stipulated by the prison. The prisoners may have met Neal occasionally in the bathroom.

Garcia smiled wryly and said, "OMG, how many people must this be?" At least tonight, it will definitely not be exhausted, and it may have to continue tomorrow.

"I'll help," Viola sat next to Garcia, patted her shoulder comfortingly, "get to work."

*****

Every time Jarieal touched, his heart beat faster, and he knew it was because of excitement.

He unconsciously thought that when Neal died, the light would disappear from his sea-blue eyes, and his beautiful shell would be sealed in ice forever, preserved forever.

It's really exciting.

He tried his best to learn about Neal's time in prison, and he was released a year later than him.Although he is eager to try, he can still wait, after all, he still has to practice, doesn't he?

However, there is no one as perfect as Neal in this world.

It's either missing this or that, which is really disappointing.

It only made Jarieal want more and more, and he thought about it day and night.

The perfect material will become the most perfect artwork after passing through his hands. At that time, everyone will understand what a great artistic expression it is.

When he learned that Neal was arrested for escaping from prison and his sentence was increased a lot, Jaric almost fell into madness, he couldn't wait any longer!

As a result, Neal didn't know why he came out of prison again, but before he was happy, he was mad again.

That damned Peter Burke!That lingering Peter Burke!

Why is he everywhere?

No matter where Neal went, the FBI agent's 100 percent attention made it impossible for him to get close.

He became more and more irritable, looking at the ice sculptures kept in the icehouse, he couldn't help but want to lose his temper.

Why can't you get him yet, why?

He didn't want to see these scraps because they were a constant reminder that Neal Caffrey wasn't going to be his stuff.

Let them play their last ounce, then.

Washington is a beautiful city, but it lacks excitement. Don't those FBI agents have nothing to do every day?

It's time to find something to do for them.

*****

Sure enough, I couldn't check all the criminals' information in one night. Although many people were deleted according to the profiles they made, it was still a huge project.

The agents all went home last night and slept, and returned to BAU early this morning to continue their work.

The most pitiful thing was probably Man, who spent the night on the couch at Neal's house, with the agents and the ones who shared the bed with Neal.

Viola could imagine the state of mind of this elegant scammer breaking down last night.

The corpse discovered yesterday afternoon did not bring them any more useful information except that they could have guessed that Unsub had no professional knowledge of anatomy.

The case has reached a stalemate, and now we can only hope that some suspects' information will be deleted.

At this time, they received a call from the person in charge of an art gallery, which brought unexpected progress to their case.

"You must be the FBI?" The person in charge was a tall and beautiful older woman, she stepped forward and shook hands with both Viola and Hotch.

"We received a hotline saying that your museum can provide some information for the current ice sculpture project?" Hotch said straightforwardly.

The person in charge of the art gallery, Katherine Smith, nodded and said, "I thought of someone after reading the news reports last night."

"He came to our gallery twice," she recalls. "That was four or five years ago, and I remember him as a young man approaching 30."

"I have a deep influence on him, because...he brought some weird works." Katherine's expression was a little tangled, as if she didn't know how to describe such works.

"It started off with umm... dead dried flowers or ice sculptures with sealed leaves," she struggled to describe what the works looked like. Far above that level, so I didn't accept his work."

Hearing her words, Viola knew that something different must happen next.

"I told him that if you want to exhibit here, you have to come up with more impactful and high-level works," Katherine said, and the color inside is a bit ugly, "so he came for the first time a few months later. Twice."

"This time, the ice sculpture he brought is a bird."

The bird looked lifelike, its round eyes looked very cute, and the light fell through the ice layer on its slightly stretched blue wings, showing the beauty of life.

This work amazed her, it is indeed a rare high-level ice sculpture.

However, when she lamented how real the little bird was, the author's speech made her immediately change her mind about exhibiting the ice sculpture in the art gallery.

"In fact, it was a real bird, and I killed it." There was no trace of guilt in his tone, with a shy smile on his face.

It made her hair stand on end.

If it's just a dead bird inside, maybe she can still accept it, but if he did it himself...

"After that, I made it clear to him that his works would never be exhibited in our art museum." Katherine still had some lingering fears when she recalled this incident.

"Do you know his name?" This is what the two detectives are most concerned about.

Katherine showed a sorry look: "He only told me the signature of his work."

"What is it?"

"JH"

*****

Neal didn't think he was crazy about being targeted by a serial killer, but he was about to be driven crazy by these agents.

It was okay at the beginning, with the lady Viola present, and the other detectives looked more restrained and gentlemanly. After Viola, the only female detective, left, the group of male detectives began to show their true colors.

Not to mention the two people talking in the corner with yellow accents, at least their voices are quite low, and Neal, who is also a male, can understand them.

However, he couldn't bear the fact that two of these four people snored in their sleep at night, so loud that it was almost impossible to sleep.

According to his past life, this morning he should get up and take a shower, then leisurely have a cup of Italian roasted coffee with June's baked cookies, and read today's morning newspaper.

However, after a few more agents were added, he was woken up in the morning by an arm that was suddenly thrown at him, and then watched under the low pressure of lack of sleep as several agents occupied his bathroom to wash, and finally Sitting on the balcony eating breakfast, oh, of course, the group of agents didn't reserve a seat for him.

This caused him to complain to Peter as soon as he arrived at the office this morning, whether it would be nice to have a few fewer agents, or a few women, but Peter categorically and ruthlessly rejected him.

Prisoners have no human rights, he should have known.

Not to mention, there is an extremely dangerous serial killer staring at him now.

He didn't even have a sliver of personal space and time to take a good look at the paper that Mozzie stuffed him yesterday.

Neal sat in his office, secretly glanced at Peter who was working above him, he seemed to be very attentively looking at the documents at hand, and didn't pay attention to him.

He put the note on the folder in front of him, pretending to be serious about the cases Peter threw at him.

The letter Kate left him on that piece of paper, it looked like an ordinary farewell letter, with words such as making him forget her and start living again.

But Neal didn't believe that Kate would leave him like this, and he didn't believe that Kate did everything possible to leave him with these just to say goodbye.

In the office, he didn't dare to put all his thoughts on the letter in hand, after all, the FBI here had eyes on the front and back.

Even so, he still found clues in the letter.

If you type this letter a few times and put together the last few letters and the first few letters, you can get a message.

Neal's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the message, but he didn't forget that he was in the office. He restrained his expression, folded the letter a few times, and put it away again.

He had just put away his things, and Peter had come down from the office at some point.

In order to suppress his excitement, Neal's expression looked a little strange, which made the sensitive Peter notice the abnormality at once.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Neal looked over, smiled and replied, "It's okay... I was just thinking about that serial killer."

Sure enough, Peter didn't doubt him, but comforted him: "Don't be afraid, we won't let anything happen to you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and patted Neal on the shoulder, and then went out. He probably had something to do, and he would usually take Neal out with him, but now it was a special situation, and Peter felt it would be safer to let him stay in the headquarters.

Neal watched him off with a smile, and when he disappeared at the elevator entrance, the smile on his face faded a lot in an instant, and his eyes sank.

He had to find a way to get out.

The author has something to say: If Neal can stay obediently, then it’s not Neal (Wang Tian)

After this chapter, everyone should know that the rabbit ice sculpture mentioned in the previous chapters is also... (smiling

Yesterday everyone was so cute, they all replied to my QAQ, which was very heartwarming. Well, I’ll just pretend that you all love me so much. I don’t accept rebuttals.

All kiss you! !

The three-dimensional is really busy recently, the homework is suffocating, there are still several papers, and it will not be long before entering the final Shura period, I can't breathe, I can't die, I still have three grades in this semester...

Wait for me to slowly find time to add more TVT to the lovely everyone, although it should take a while, wait for me

Characters in this chapter

Neal Carffrey, one of the most cunning and clever fraudsters of this century, is now an FBI crime consultant, supervised by Peter (from WhiteCollar)

Peter Burke, an elite agent of the FBI White Collar Crime Section, who captured Neal twice (from WhiteCollar)

MozzieNeal's buddy, how many safe houses he has may be a mystery (via WhiteCollar)

Jaric Hayes The Case Unsub

Director of Katherine·Smith Museum of Art, has met Unsub twice, information provider

Kate Neal's girlfriend (Season [-]), currently missing

Thanks to the little angel Yuma for the two grenades (crying) Kiss the little angel (づ￣3￣)づ