[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Peter is very anxious now, he is like a volcano that is about to erupt.

Jaric's villa was surrounded by them, and the only thing left was to rush in.

The BAU and homicide detectives were at the front, and he, the chief of the white-collar crime department, could only be the last, but in fact he wanted to be the first to rush in.

On the one hand, he was angry about Neal's escape behavior, and on the other hand, he was extremely worried about his life.

Peter thinks the last time he was this upset was when he failed to catch Neal again, years ago.

Well, it's all this little brat!

He felt like raising a bear child who would never stop, and there was never a day in his life that made him happy.

What a crime he did.

Hotch gave Man a look, the black agent nodded, kicked open the door the next second, and all the FBI agents rushed in.

With a few 'Clear' sounds, they have already checked the first floor of the villa, obviously no one is on this floor.

The agents at the front had already circled to the second floor, and Viola and Reid left behind and searched the first floor carefully.

Viola had just checked out the reception room and exited when she saw Reid gesturing to her.

She walked over and saw a hidden door under the lifted carpet, she told Reid to back off and called the others, and slowly opened the hidden door.

There was a bit of a gloomy atmosphere from inside, and there were still some faint lights.

Viola took the lead and walked down the stairs slowly, holding hands and a gun in her hand, and vigilantly checked the corner, but there was no one there.

Even though it is winter now, the temperature in the basement is obviously much colder than above, which is absolutely unreasonable.

This should be a studio. On the table are the awls and hammers needed for carving ice sculptures, and some painted manuscripts are spread out.

She didn't dare to let her guard down, because if she guessed right, Jaric must be lurking somewhere.

Viola heard footsteps from above, it should be that other agents have come over, she felt a little relieved, and looked at the basement more carefully.

There is a security door on the innermost side, which is thick and airtight just like the doors used in refrigeration factories.

She took two steps towards it, and suddenly heard the sound of something moving behind her, she turned around and kicked it almost subconsciously.

There was a loud 'dong', the sound of someone falling to the ground. Viola took a closer look and saw a man who was not as tall as her fell on the ground with his head in his arms and a painful expression on his face.

She seemed to have kicked him directly on the head just now.

Judging from the location, he should have just crawled out of the locker placed under the work table, and was kicked back to the ground by Viola just as he was about to escape.

When the detectives heard the voice, they all walked down from above quickly.

Hotch looked the female agent up and down before glancing at Jaric, who was lying on the ground.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Viola said with a smile first, and then put on a serious expression, "but I'm afraid Caffrey might have something to do."

She raised her hand to compare the bulky security door behind her.

Hotch walked over and saw that there was a code on the security door.

"Neal?!" Peter ran down from the top, looked around but didn't see any dead con artist.

"It should be inside." Viola replied.

This is probably where Jaric used to store the ice sculptures, and if Neal stayed in there for a second longer, the possibility of freezing to death increased.

"What's the password?" Peter eagerly wanted to go in and rescue Neal, he took two steps on the spot, and turned his head to look at Jaric who was lying on the ground and passed out.

He walked over two steps at a time, pulled Jaric up and shook him twice.

"What's the password!" he asked angrily.

Jaric felt very dizzy, but he still pulled out a smile and replied a little crazy: "He will become my best work!"

"Son of the Bitch!" Peter was so angry that he not only swears, but almost punches him, but he still has the last shred of reason to tell him not to do this.

Jaric is in a bad state, he seems to be immersed in his own world, and he keeps saying something in his mouth.

Everyone can be sure that it is by no means the password for the anti-theft door of the cold storage.

It is absolutely impossible for Jaric to tell them the password. Instead of Zhou Xuan with a mentally ill person, it is better to think about what kind of password he will use.

After all, more than [-]% of the people in this room are profilers.

"The person who opened the lock is already on his way." Hilton hung up the phone. He had just called a professional who specialized in opening such locks, but it would take another 10 minutes to get there.

For three and 10 minutes, Neal would suffer irreversible damage to his organs, if not freeze to death.

Peter was walking around in a hurry, he decided that if Neal could come out safely this time, he would never scold him.

"How many digits is the password?" Reid asked.

Viola glanced at the electronic screen and replied, "Four."

"Try to see Caffrey's birthday first." Just as he said this, Peter over there had already reported Neal's birthday.

The speed is so fast that people can't help but look sideways.

But unfortunately, the wrong alarm sounded after the birthday was entered.

"Neal...try 6325." Hotch thought for a moment, then said suddenly.

Viola raised her hand and pressed four numbers, but this time the door opened with a click, and she quickly pulled open the anti-theft door.

A gust of extremely cold air hit her face, causing the female detective to shudder. Before she could react, a black shadow rushed past her, and Peter had already rushed into the cold storage.

"Neal?!" He saw Neal lying on the ground at a glance. He was curled up, with a thin layer of frost on his body, and his face was blue, as if he had lost the signs of life.

Peter's heart was hanging high, and he raised his hand to touch Neal's neck, and he was relieved when he felt the faint beating there.

"He's alive!" he yelled, and immediately lowered his head to Neal and said, "You'll be fine, just hold on."

The accompanying medical staff came down immediately, put Neal on a stretcher and carried him out, and then he had to see a doctor.

Viola leaned next to Hotch and asked softly, "Why 6325?"

"Because it's 'Neal'." He cleared the way for the forensics officer while answering Viola's question.

It will probably take a long time to collect evidence this time, after all, the number of ice sculptures inside is a bit scary.

The female detective blinked her eyes, she didn't react, she stared at her boss for two seconds, and then said hesitantly, "Mobile phone?"

Hotch nodded, and made her move two steps back, away from the cold room door that exuded the cold air.

"It's not that cold." Viola replied a little funny, when did she become so rich.

"Too little." Hotch said, frowning slightly.

For the convenience of movement, Viola directly took off her coat in the car, and wore a thin long-sleeved bulletproof suit.The weather is already cold now, let alone the temperature in the cold storage is much colder than the current weather.

She blinked and looked at Hotch, who was only wearing a shirt, and was about to refute, but seeing his serious expression, she decided not to challenge her boss.

Otherwise, it will be a bit miserable when I go back.

The conversation between the two lasted only half a minute, and they were devoted to the finishing work, which seemed normal to outsiders.

But in Hilton's eyes, it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He just stood some distance away from the two of them and couldn't hear what they were saying, but Viola's unconsciously relaxed expression gave him a sense of crisis.

She seems to have really changed a lot over the years.

*****

Viola sat in her seat to write the report on this case, and it was almost at the end.

Just now ** sent back news to everyone, saying that Neal finally woke up after sleeping for a whole day. He has a fever, but he will be fine.

However, it is said that Neal was scolded by Agent Burke as a bloody sprinkler, and it may calm down a little in the next period of time.

After writing the last word and signing her name at the end, she stretched her stiff body and exhaled.

Closing the folder, he took the report and walked to Hotch's office, placing the report on his right hand.

"Are there many more?" She asked. Although the case was settled quickly this time, it was as troublesome as ever to explain it above.

"It's okay, there's one more thing," Hotch put down his pen and rubbed the space between his brows slightly, "You might have to wait for me a little longer."

This is a common thing for Viola, she nodded, and replied: "No hurry, I still have a few profiling analysis of cases in my hand, just finished."

With that, she smiled at Hotch and left his office.

The sunshine time in winter is short, and it is completely dark after six o'clock. Man disappeared to nowhere as soon as the off-duty time came. ** also went back, and the little guy in her stomach was already five months old, and it was so obvious that she was pregnant at a glance.

The other team members were still in their offices. After finishing the last analysis, Viola looked up at Hotch's office. The people inside seemed to have started packing their briefcases.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Hotch came down with the bag.

Viola still had some things unpacked, she said to Hotch who was walking towards her: "Go to the parking lot and get the car, I'll be down right away."

"Okay." He responded and left first.

It's been a while since the two of them have been driving their own car, since the two of them basically go in and out at the same time.

"Hotch's time to get off work is really getting earlier and earlier," Emily said to Viola with a teasing face, "Whose credit is it?"

Reid on the side immediately joined in the excitement, and said with a serious face: "According to statistics, love..."

However, he had just started talking, and Viola interrupted him with a smile: "Maybe it's my credit."

The two of them stared dumbfounded at the thick-skinned Viola, when did she become so direct?

When Viola said this, she didn't feel any burden in her heart. She stuffed her phone into her bag, zipped it up, and then smiled and waved to the two colleagues in front of her.

"See you tomorrow."

*****

Hotch parked the car in front of the building and waited for Viola to come down. He casually looked out the window and saw an unexpected person.

He raised his eyebrows and got out of the car.

"Agent Pullman?" His voice stopped the man walking up and down the building's doorway.

"Cough, Agent Hoter." Hilton saw that Hotch was a little embarrassed, with an unnatural expression on his face.

"Is there something wrong?" Hotch asked.

Hilton touched his nose, not knowing how to explain his behavior, so he could only ask back, "What about you? Are you waiting for someone?"

He saw Hotch's car parked not far away.

"Ah, yes," he replied quite naturally, "waiting for Viola to come down."

Hilton froze in place when he heard this sentence, he tried to keep the smile on his mouth from disappearing, but it made him look very strange.

"Viola, cough, Mill," he changed the address unconsciously under Hotch's gaze, "she...uh...you..."

His question was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get it out.

"Yes, she's my girlfriend." Hotch admitted with a small smile.

Hilton finally couldn't maintain the smile on his face, and his expression completely collapsed.

"Well... I... I have things to do later, I'll go first." He said goodbye to Hotch, turned around and left without hesitation, his steps were fast.

"Aaron?" Viola's voice came from behind, and he turned his head to look over.

Viola walked down the stairs and got close to him, only to realize that her boyfriend seemed to be in a good mood.

"What's wrong?" she asked with some doubts.

"It's nothing," Hotch raised his hand to straighten her messy bangs, "go back?"

Viola blinked her eyes and said 'yes', and she forgot about the rest.

The author has something to say: The rival in love doesn’t even have a chance to appear in front of Viola, so I will silently light the wax for him

The next chapter will be the daily sweet cookies with crazy sprinkling of sugar, so please look forward to it _(:з」∠)_

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)

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.

Thank you Cinelia for the cherub mines! !The candy you want (or the candy everyone wants) arrives tomorrow (beat