[Zhongyingmei] The last string

The agents tasked with protecting Neal naturally couldn't be with him all day.When Neal works at the headquarters, they naturally also perform their duties.

It is absolutely safe to stay at headquarters, there is no doubt about that.

But these agents don't know Neal at all, and this guy never does what you tell him to do.

What's more, he has very important things to do now, and for him, this matter can cost his life.

It should be said that the headquarters should be the most closely monitored place, but now it has fallen behind.

Now that Peter is not here, Neal feels that if he doesn't sneak out now, he won't have a chance when he gets off work.

However, the other agents probably didn't know Neal well, but Peter knew him all too well.

Neal just stood up from his seat, and walked to the door of the white-collar crime department seemingly without incident, but was immediately stopped by Diana.

"Caffrey, where are you going?"

He turned his head and saw that Diana was standing behind him with her arms folded.

"I'm just going to the bathroom." Neal looked at him innocently.

"Oh? Really? Jones should also want to go once," Diana turned her head to look at her colleague, and raised her voice and asked, "Right, Jones?"

"Of course," Jones raised an eyebrow, closing the document in front of him, "Come on, Caffrey?"

Apparently, Peter had already told several of his favorite subordinates to pay attention to Neal's departure in any way while he was away.

Naturally, the scammer's plan to escape silently fell through.

He sat on the chair a little anxiously, looking at his watch repeatedly.

Today is Friday, and the message Kate left in the letter is to meet on Friday, he can't miss this opportunity.

If he misses it, he doesn't know when he will find her.

Neal kept spinning the fountain pen in his hand while he was texting someone with the other hand.

After more than an hour, Neal was about to leave his place again.

Jones stood up from his seat and asked, "Going again?"

"Oh, yes," Neal looked distressed, "Maybe I drank too much coffee today."

Jones didn't know what was going on in his mind, so he could only treat the scammer with [-] points of vigilance.

The two turned around and turned to the bathroom on this floor, where a cleaner was cleaning. He bent his body and mopped the floor vigorously.

Jones looked at Neal, his eyes beckoning him to deal with it quickly, but he didn't expect Neal to point to the cubicle next to him, showing an embarrassed smile.

Jones had nothing to say, and waved him to go quickly, while he stood at the door of the bathroom.

After waiting for a while, no one inside came out, and Jones called out, "Caffrey, are you alright?"

"Right away!" Neal's voice came from inside.

Jones looked at his watch, the man had been inside for almost 10 minutes, did he have a bad stomach this morning?

The cleaner who was cleaning came out from inside. He lowered his hat, faced the cleaning truck, passed in front of Jones, and walked out unhurriedly.

After another 10 minutes, Jones got impatient and went back into the bathroom and knocked on the cubicle where Neal was.

Unexpectedly, after such a knock, the door of the compartment opened, and there was no one in it.

Startled, Jones yelled, "Caffrey? Caffrey?!"

Naturally, no one will respond to him.

His face was a bit ugly, and he had been standing at the door for the past 10 minutes, no one came in or went out at all.

Wait... get out... that cleaner! !

He finally knew why he looked at that cleaner before so strangely, it turned out that he was a different person.

Jones scanned all the compartments and found that only the cleaning utensils compartment was locked. He suppressed the urge to curse and knocked on the door.

"Come out," he said.

There is no sound inside.

"Come out, Mozzie, I know you're in there!" Jones' voice rose this time.

After a while, the person inside finally reluctantly opened the door.

Jones pulled the man out and cursed, "What are you doing? You want to kill Caffrey?"

Mozzie widened his eyes and cursed loudly: "He's my good friend, I'm going to kill him?! You Suits are so unreasonable!"

Jones couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so he took someone to the office of the white-collar crime department and handed Mozzie to Diana, while he immediately went to call Peter.

Neal, who slipped out of the FBI headquarters smoothly, immediately ran to the place where Kate left him a message.

He knew he would be taken back soon, and he still had GPS anklets on his ankles, so he had to hurry.

Neal also knew that Peter would question why he did what he did, and it would be hard for him to explain it to him, but that was for later and he didn't want to think about it now.

When Neal arrived at the place, he looked around, and there was no one he wanted to see among the endless crowd.

Suddenly, he heard the phone booth ringing on the side of the road.

Neal rushed over to pick up the phone, hearing his longing voice.

"Neal." It's Kate.

He picked up the phone, searched for a while, and finally saw Kate.Across a large road, Kate is on the high platform of the opposite building.

However, things did not develop as he imagined at all.

Kate didn't want to go back with him, didn't want to tell him who had threatened her, and just kept telling Neal to call things out.

But Kate didn't know what this 'thing' was, and it was even more unlikely that Neal would know.

Neal's mood became extremely agitated, he said to the phone: "You wait there, I'll be there right away."

When he finally ran to the opposite side and found where Kate was, he was gone.

Neal lost his usual calm and graceful, cursed and smashed his fist against the wall, covered his face with his hands, rubbed himself hard, inserted his fingers into his neatly combed hair, making it look got messy.

Suddenly, Neal felt something hard against his lower back.

"Hi, I'm... dear Neal."

*****

The initials provided to them by the director of the art gallery greatly narrowed the scope of their investigation of the prisoner.

The workload was reduced a lot at once, and Reid also joined the investigation work, and the speed was greatly accelerated at once.

They're pretty close to Unsub.

However, before they felt relieved for a while, they received sudden news from the headquarters.

"Agent Pullman said that Neal Caffrey is missing." ** said hurriedly with the phone in his hand.

"What?" Man looked over incredulously, he had only been away from this person for half a day, and he could disappear in the headquarters?

"He slipped out of the headquarters by himself." ** replied with a serious face, "His feet have GPS positioning, but they were cut off just now."

Hotch looked sullen, and asked Reid who was buried in the pile of documents: "How is the investigation going?"

"I'm almost done with the ones here, nothing special," he flipped through the materials in his hand as he said, "Garcia and Mill still have half of them."

The implication is that it may be on their side.

As soon as the words were said, Viola hurried over from the door, holding a copy of the newly printed materials in her hand.

"Garcia and I found someone," she felt the heavy expressions on the faces of her partners, "Jaric Hayes, by the way, what's wrong with you?"

** After telling Viola the news of Neal's disappearance, the female detective's complexion also changed.

After explaining to Viola in **, Reid has also read the information Viola brought back at a glance.

Jaric·Hayes, 36 years old, his parents died and he was brought up by his grandparents. His grandparents passed away eight years ago and inherited a large amount of inheritance. Currently, he has no full-time job and is unemployed at home.

He was arrested and imprisoned three years ago for making trouble in the exhibition hall. He performed well during his imprisonment and was released two years ago.

After he was released from prison, he continued to live the same life as before he was imprisoned. The credit card expenditure details showed that he often purchased some chemicals, which were used to make ice from the composition point of view.

This Mr. Hayes is their Unsub no matter what.

"Reid, address." Hotch asked.

Detective Genius almost subconsciously reported the string of addresses he had just memorized in his mind.

*****

cold, so cold.

It was the only thought Neal had when he woke up, the bone-chilling cold nearly stopping his thinking.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the frosted ceiling, a vast expanse of whiteness, and when he exhaled subconsciously, it was also a mass of whiteness.

Neal is almost naked now, the man who had brought him here had left him with only a pair of underpants.

He was trembling all over, and finally turned over to prop himself up, stood up, and wanted to take a good look around, but he turned around and almost fell back to the ground again in fright.

This freezer is not big, probably less than [-] square meters by visual inspection, and the small space is almost full of 'people'.

It was one ice sculpture after another, and each ice sculpture contained a corpse. They were either missing hands and feet, or missing part of their facial features, revealing a strange feeling that made the hair stand on end everywhere.

They are either standing, or curled up and lying on their sides on the ground, in various postures.

Boundless fear rose in Neal's heart, because he knew at a glance that this was an ice sculpture based on him.

The standing ice sculptures have the silhouette of a jazz hat in their hands or on their heads, which is his favorite decoration, while those lying down on the ground are his favorite sleeping positions.

He had never felt so deeply—someone was following him.

"Are you listening?" Neal felt his teeth chattering as he spoke, it was so cold.

There is no response.

"I, I know you like me," he began to say something awkwardly, "I think we should talk."

Profilers had told him what Unsub was like, and he knew his words wouldn't work, but he couldn't do nothing.

Neal couldn't stand, he was too cold to feel his legs.

He tried his best to breathe out into his hands, but he couldn't feel a trace of warmth even in this way.

Neal didn't know how long he'd been here, but he could feel his consciousness fading.

He pinched his thigh fiercely, trying to use the pain to wake him up, but it was useless, his thigh had lost all feeling.

He still... doesn't want to die...

The author has something to say: the next chapter will end this case_(:з」∠)_

We are about to usher in the easy daily QUQ again

After using the anti-theft yesterday, I secretly poked and searched for the pirated texts. I was really blocked. It’s amazing _(:з」∠)_

However, what makes me feel even more powerful is that... even what I see are anti-theft stamps! ! !

Actually, my own mother was guarded...

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)

Diana · Barrigan FBI white-collar crime detective, Peter's proud subordinate No. [-]

ton Jones FBI White Collar Crime Section Detective, Peter's Proud Book No. [-]

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

Kate Neal's Girlfriend (Season [-])

Jaric Hayes The Case Unsub

Hilton Pullman is the director of the first team of the homicide team of the FBI headquarters. He once served as the director of the anti-narcotics team of the FBI headquarters and was Viola's former boss.