[Zhongyingmei] The last string

This time, BAU finally had a safe and sound Christmas, without being called back on Christmas Eve, and no strange incidents occurred on Christmas Day.

Although the whole seven-day holiday has only passed three and a half days-on the fourth day, everyone received a call from the police, and a serial killer appeared in a certain town, and their holiday ended here.

However, compared to the previous two years when they didn't even take a day off, these serial killers have been relatively quiet this year.

The fact that Viola took Hotch back for Christmas was naturally known by a group of people in the team.

Going back this time, for some reason, everyone always felt that the relationship between these two people seemed to be closer.

I don't mean physical intimacy, but sensual ones.

Sometimes the occasional eye contact can reveal a bit of warmth, and it becomes more and more tacit in normal times.Not to mention the group of single men and women in BAU, even the two couples, ** and Man, felt overwhelmed.

But if you want to say that these two people are blatantly making love in the office, it is not the same thing.

It's just that there seems to be some mysterious aura between the two of them, which makes it impossible for people to intervene.

Viola herself could feel this change, and she knew it was because she completely let go of her defenses.

She has nothing to hide from Hotch anymore, he knows what he should know, and he knows what he should not know.

She deeply realized that her behavior was correct.

With Hotch, she no longer has to think about anything, and it has become a place of peace of mind.

Hotch is happy with her change, and his girlfriend has learned to rely on him, which is not bad.

After the vacation, the BAU team returned to their busy work and rushed to various places to solve the case without stopping.

A busy year is about to start again.

*****

The weather seems to be starting to warm up, but people on the street still wear thick coats, and the wind is still biting after nightfall.

Viola rubbed her neck, feeling that looking down at the documents for a long time made her body rigid.

It's 8pm and Hotch is working overtime again today.

She was about to look up to see how the man in the office above was doing, but she turned her head and saw Hotch walking towards her.

"Viola, I just received a call. Someone wants to see me. You should go back first." There seemed to be some confusion in his expression.

Viola frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Tom Shaunessy." He said a name.

But this made Viola even more confused, and asked: "Who is he?"

"He's a cop, and I worked on a case with him [-] years ago," Hotch explained. "You should have heard, The Reaper."

"Boston Death?" She had indeed heard of the case.

The serial killer disappeared without being caught. He had no specific type of victim or modus operandi. The murder scene he committed was too bloody and brutal, which once made people panic in Boston. Now there seems to be nothing in the BAU archives. A profile of the killer.

"Yes," Hotch nodded and continued, "Tom said he must see me, so..."

Viola stood up, raised her eyebrows and said, "Then let's go together."

Her words were unquestionable, Hotch wanted her to go back and have an early rest, but seeing her attitude and the curiosity in her eyes, it was no problem for her to go along.

The two packed up a little and drove to Detective Shaunessy's house.

When they got there, Viola stayed in the car, after all, it was Hotch, not her, who the police detective asked to meet.

She watched Hotch enter the room, and then looked away.

It is a bit far from the urban area, and it is a quiet suburb suitable for the elderly.The surrounding trees are lush, one after another, and there is nothing in it that can't be seen clearly.

She sat in the car and waited, bored and looking out the window and looking around.

Suddenly, the leaves made a rustling sound, Viola became alert for a moment, and then thought it might be the night wind.

She laughed at herself for being too nervous, it must be because of the gloomy environment here at night.

Hotch came out without talking for a long time, and it only took ten minutes.

However, Hotch returned to the car with a very serious look on his face, frowning tightly, looking preoccupied.

"What happened?" Viola felt uncomfortable seeing his expression.

Hotch didn't reply, but just passed a piece of paper in his hand to Viola, and rubbed his eyebrows lightly, looking very headache.

She took the somewhat yellowed paper strangely, with a few words printed on it, and a strange eye symbol drawn at the bottom.

After Viola read the above message, the expression on her face became as serious as Hotch's.

"Detective Shaunessy made a deal with the Boston Reaper?"

On paper was a contract, a contract from Reaper, that if the detectives stopped chasing him, then he would stop killing too.

Viola thought it was unbelievable that a policeman would make a deal with a serial killer and let such a vicious person go.

"This contract is about to expire," Hotch whispered, pursing his lips. "Tom's time is numbered."

It was because time was running out that he had to meet Hotch and tell him about it.

Viola looked at the paper in hand with a heavy heart.

What this means is self-evident.

*****

Early the next morning, the BAU team rushed to Boston without an invitation from the local police station.

Hotch seems to take this case very seriously, and always looks preoccupied.

The specific manifestation is that just after a group of people finished the case analysis and sat down in their seats to rest, Hotch actually stopped while looking at the case file he was holding, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Aaron?" Viola was a little worried seeing him in such a state, and called softly.

Hotch came to his senses, looked over, and realized his distraction.

"You look very troubled," she said firmly.

He closed the case file in hand, rubbed the center of his brows, and replied, "Actually...it's like this."

The Boston Death case was the first case he started after he became the chief profiler. He went there with the idea of ​​solving the case, but in the end he did nothing.

The clues left by the god of death are too few, and they can only watch more and more victims.

When he finally got a clue, Reaper suddenly stopped committing crimes. Now he knows that it was because Reaper made a deal with Detective Shaunessy, but it was a worrying thing for Hotch at the time.

They stayed in Boston for six weeks and were sent back by Shaunessy without even getting a profile done.

This ending made him unable to let go.

Now that this case was once again on his desk, it was inevitable that his unwillingness back then would come to him.

"We'll catch him," Viola said softly. "You were alone back then. It's not the same now."

BAU is a small team, and they have been able to crack so many answers over the years because they are a team.

"You're right." He relaxed his frown slightly.

*****

Reaper has started committing crimes again. This morning Hotch obtained information on bizarre cases in Boston in recent years from the police.

A recent case prompted Hotch to head to Boston immediately.

The local police were caught off guard by the arrival of the BAU team, and Detective Omara, who was in charge of the case, was the successor of Detective Shaunessy and had also been involved in the case.

Apparently, the detective was still wondering if this was a copycat case, and didn't really want the BAU team involved.

"This isn't a mock case." Hotch handed him the paper he got from Shaunessy last night.

Just like Hotch and Viola last night, Detective Omara closed his eyes after reading the above words.

"What is Tom thinking, this will destroy the entire police station!" He lowered his voice, unable to understand what his senior was doing.

However, this piece of paper is enough to tell that what he is about to face is the real Boston Death, not some poor imitation.

The latest victims were a young couple who accidentally punctured their tires while driving on the road at night and were killed.

The female victim, 19, died after being stabbed 46 times and had her throat slit.The male victims died much more quickly than the females, who were shot in the head after being hit hard on the head.

This has clearly reflected the preference of the god of death. The younger the female victim, the more time he will spend on torture and get the full satisfaction of his desire to control.

And Death has another very important feature.

He would take an item from the victim and place it on the next victim.

The male victim had a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, which Hotch found more and more familiar.

The police officer next to him asked for the male victim's driver's license, which did not show that he needed glasses.

"It's not his glasses." He pursed his lips.

"So Death put the glasses on him, the glasses of the last victim?" Viola asked with a frown on his side.

Hotch shook his head and replied, "We did have one victim who lost a pair of glasses. He was victim number nine, and his eyes were supposed to be on victim number ten, but they didn't."

"Is there anything special about this victim number nine?" Viola asked.

Hotch paused before saying, "He survived."

Viola's eyes widened slightly. She was able to survive such an attack. This person could be said to have narrowly escaped death.

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Tom Shaunessy, who used to be the police detective responsible for the death case in Boston, is now retired. He told Hotch about the upcoming return of the god of death when he was dying.

Detective Omara is now the detective in charge of the Boston death case, and the descendant of Detective Shaunnessy