[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Foyet is jailbroken.

It was only five hours since the BAU caught him and threw him in jail.

The members of the BAU team who returned from the field just put down their field bags, chatted with each other with a smile on their faces, and rejoiced that they had caught this vicious criminal.

As a result, within seconds, ** hurried in with an ugly face.

She told them that Foyet had escaped from prison.

The prison guards found Foyet lying on the ground vomiting blood and convulsing, so they hurriedly sent him to the prison hospital, but unexpectedly, he escaped like this.

Boston police discovered after deciphering Foyet's computer that he had schematics of every prison and courthouse in Massachusetts.

In the past ten years, he has planned everything thoroughly.

Hotch is really in a terrible mood right now, and he looks very irritable now, who has always been calm.

He returned to his office without saying a word. Viola looked very worried and followed him unconsciously.

Hotch was standing in the middle of the room, stroking his forehead.

She walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Aaron."

Viola's voice made Hotch turn around, he took a deep breath and replied softly, "I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine at all." She shook her head, when she couldn't see that he was in a bad mood right now?

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

Viola knew that his strong sense of pride and responsibility was at work again.

Hotch paused, pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "He has been silent for ten years, and for ten years, I should have considered that he has a plan."

When hearing this sentence, Viola raised her hands and patted Hotch's cheek without any hesitation.

It sounded loud, but in fact it didn't hurt at all. Viola didn't use much force, but Hotch was still stunned by her move.

"Aaron, who do you think you are?" she said with a serious face.

Hotch looked at her a little dazedly.

"Are you an all-knowing and omnipotent God?" Viola asked sharply, "Do you think you can know everything in advance?"

As she spoke, her voice softened again: "You can't, can you?"

"But if you catch him the first time, there will be a second time."

"Since when did the Aaron Hoter I know get discouraged because the criminal escaped?"

"He escaped, and we will catch him again."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, calming Hotch's restless heart.

He raised his hand to caress Viola's hand on his face, held it lightly, and said in a low voice, "It still hurts." It refers to the thing that Viola slapped his hand on his face just now.

Viola raised her eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she started joking, and she seemed to have recovered.

*****

The weather in Scotland Yard today is not bad, it can’t be called cloudless, but at least the sun is shining, adding some warmth to this still cold early spring.

Simply put, today is a good day for going out.

People have been working for a whole week, and now taking advantage of the weekend, going out for a walk or eating some delicious food is a good way to entertain and relax.

But, for a certain consulting detective, he's close to getting moldy at home.

The nearest Scotland Yard was calm, without any case that aroused his interest, and he was going crazy with boredom.

"B!!" He yelled while lying on the sofa in the living room, and Watson who passed by took a look at him, and he was already familiar with it.

The fact that this man has not abused poor walls and violins today has amazed the army doctor.

Sherlock sat up suddenly on the bed, and then looked straight at Watson... the suitcase he was pulling in his hand.

"As you can see, I..." Watson was in a very good mood, ready to explain to the person in front of him, but was interrupted in the next second.

Sherlock said with a straight face, "America, a friend's wedding."

"You received a letter the day before yesterday. You were very happy when you saw that letter, so it must have come from a friend. It contained a ticket to the United States—I saw it."

"There was also a piece of cardboard in the letter, I didn't see the content, but the pattern on it meant it was a wedding invitation."

"You don't have many friends either, so I guess you met in Afghanistan, right?"

He stared at Watson in front of him, very concerned about whether he had guessed correctly.

Watson sighed softly, with a headache on his face, he should know, living with this person has no sex.

But it didn't matter, because he was flying to the United States soon, and he would not have to see the consulting detective for two weeks, which made him feel good.

"Yes, you guessed everything right," Sherlock made a small 'Yes' gesture after he had said this.

"But you're still a little short, and I decided to meet Viola once, isn't she also in the United States?" He finally managed to beat Sherlock once.

After saying this, and admiring the stiff look on the consulting detective's face, Watson checked his watch. It was time for him to go out.

"See you in two weeks, then, and call me if you have a case."

In any case, he was the detective's assistant.

Watson walked quite casually, without even looking at Sherlock inside the room.

After going through the security check at the airport, Watson waited in the waiting room for a while before boarding the plane.

This time his friend, Calvin Bernal, an American soldier, is getting married.They met on the battlefield in Afghanistan. Bernal suffered a serious gunshot wound, and it was he who brought him back. Bernal was very grateful to him, and the two became friends.

Later, both Bernal and him retired one after another. Although there were some email exchanges, we hadn't seen each other for several years.

Unexpectedly, Calvin was going to get married, Watson thought with a sigh.

After getting on the plane and finding his seat, he sat down, closed his eyes and rested in peace.

Go to sleep, and when you open your eyes, he will be in the United States.

"Please step aside, my place is the one inside." A familiar voice suddenly sounded above the head.

Watson opened his eyes and saw Sherlock's big face, smiling at him.

He was taken aback.

"What the Fu..." The military doctor couldn't help but swear.

"Please?" Sherlock said with a half smile.

Watson had to move out of the way, and Sherlock sat down next to him unceremoniously, complaining that the seat was too crowded as he sat down.

The military doctor twitched the corners of his mouth, suppressed his temper and asked, "Why are you here?"

"To America, of course?" Sherlock looked at him in disbelief, as if to say, 'Are you blind? '

"Why are you going to the United States?" He almost asked through gritted teeth.

Sherlock blinked and replied logically, "Go and see Viola, it's only a two-hour drive from Philadelphia to Washington."

By the way, the flight the two are taking now is to Philadelphia, USA.

Watson might be really stupid if he believed this guy's nonsense.

"Sherlock." He raised his forehead and called out Sherlock's name in a low voice.

"...OK, isn't Viola in some BAU now? I think she must need my help very much." While talking, Sherlock even smiled.

After all, it's just for fun.

Watson figured it out, he hadn't beaten Sherlock at all, he'd thought of everything.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting with the consulting detective.

He stopped talking, and closed his eyes in a broken jar.

*****

Foyet escaped from prison, but other serial killers in the United States will not stop their killing because of Foyet's escape.

Although the news of Boston Reaper was lost, BAU still had piles of cases and couldn't rest in one breath.

Early this morning, the team members gathered in the conference room as usual, and they had a new case.

** After distributing the materials for them, the big screen in the meeting room was turned on.

"This is really..." Reid looked at the photos displayed on the screen one by one, and couldn't help but make a sound.

White, white, still white.

The wedding dress with a large skirt spread out, occupying two-thirds of the photo. If the beautiful woman in the wedding dress hadn't stopped breathing long ago, then this photo could even be called aesthetic.

The woman's wide eyes seemed to tell her disbelief.

"Teresa·Hutt, 26 years old, was found dead in the dressing room on the wedding day. The cause of death was cyanide, chemical, and chemical poisoning." ** said as she moved a few more photos, "Antonia·Gallup, 28 was also murdered on the wedding day, his body was found in the bathroom, and the cause of death was also cyanide, chemical, and chemical poisoning.”

"So, this Unsub is aimed at young and happy women who are about to get married?" Rossi turned the pen in his hand, and he had roughly read the information.

"Where did they get married?" Reid asked.

"An open rental garden," ** replied.

Reid frowned and said: "The range of prisoners has been expanded invisibly, and any kind of people may sneak in under such circumstances."

"Is that all there is?" Emily felt that she had finished flipping through the information in a few clicks.

**Nodded helplessly: "The police in Philadelphia have no more news, and they asked us for help in distress."

"Hutt is black-haired and black-eyed, Gallup is blond and blue-eyed," Viola said, "then Unsub doesn't have a specific type of victim."

"So, killing the bride itself is what Unsub is after." Man continued.

"It seems that some people don't want to see these women enter a happy marriage." When Rossi said this, he was stared at by the BAU crowd.

He raised his hands slightly to express his surrender: "OK, I shouldn't be the one to say this." After all, he has a bad record of divorced three times.

After a general understanding of the case, the next step is to wait for departure.

"I'll see you on the plane in 30 minutes." Hotch routinely dropped this sentence.

The author has something to say: Applause for the Shenxia duo (clap)

The new case is also online _(:з」∠)_ Then Buddha is offline, you are looking forward to his online again! (beat

Characters in this chapter

Gee Foyet Boston Reaper, most hated serial killer in CM history (in my opinion), is on the run

The consulting detective of Sherloes Scotland Yard has a subtle personality, but his ability is far beyond ordinary people (from Sherlock)

John Watson consults the detective's assistant, the gentle ex-military doctor (from Sherlock)

Teresa Hutt Victim No. [-] in this case

Antonia Gallup's second victim in this case

American soldiers Calvin Bernal Watson met in Afghanistan