[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Freda, who fell into a pool of blood, opened his eyes wide, with a sharp knife in his hand, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart until the last moment.

Viola quickly retracted the gun and rushed to Camille who was half down on the sofa.

The young woman was really terrified, her pupils were obviously dilated, but because she couldn't move, she could only keep crying, expressing the fear in her heart.

There was a bloodstain on her neck, but it was only a shallow one and did not cause irreparable damage.

"You'll be fine, don't be afraid." Viola held her in her arms and comforted her while stroking her back.

Hotch crouched next to Freda, put his hand on her neck and felt for her pulse. She was completely out of breath.

He raised his hand to close his eyes, and pushed aside to make way for the police officers behind him.

The medical staff also came in, and Viola helped put Camille on the stretcher.

She was injected with muscle relaxants and sedatives to prevent her from moving, and she will recover after the effects of the drugs wear off.

Rossi stood in front of the white wall covered with photos and sticky notes, and glanced over, full of extremely detailed information.

Just ask an old man, how much time and energy will it take to sort out these materials.

The question of how much motivation hatred can bring to a person may be unsolvable.

He looked back at Viola who was watching Camille being carried away, and looked away before the female detective caught his gaze.

Hotch picked up the medicine bottle that had fallen on the ground through the glove, what was in it might not be known until it was inspected.

However, among so many medicine bottles, one of them must be poison or medicine.

He put the medicine bottle in his hand into the evidence bag of the forensics officer.

The next thing is not within the scope of BAU's responsibility.

The police will next go to a small clinic under Freda's name that has been closed.

Most of these medicines come from that small clinic.

A doctor who healed and saved lives lost his beloved daughter, and ended up in such a situation.

Who would have thought?

*****

Watson sat at the door of the ward with his friend. The retired soldier who had a happy smile on his face two days ago now had a gloomy expression.

"Don't think too much." He raised his hand and patted his friend's shoulder.

When he heard people from BAU mention Camille's father's name, he was still a little puzzled, thinking that he had never heard this surname before.

The next second, when he heard Camille's name again, he reacted.

Isn't this his friend's fiancee?

Fortunately, nothing major happened, otherwise the wedding would have turned into a funeral.

This would turn into a major blow to his friend.

Fortunately, none of this happened.

Where did Sherlock go, you ask?

Watson chased him back to the hotel, and the detectives without the case were as loud as a flock of sparrows chirping around you.

A detective's wish in life may be to hope that big cases come one after another, so that his Jingui's head will always be in working condition, so as not to rust.

Watson had no doubt that by the time he got back to the hotel, Sherlock would have slipped back to England alone.

After all, the BAU didn't involve Sherlock in every case.

Bernal wiped his face, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I'm... very scared." This was an emotion he had never raised on the battlefield.

He couldn't believe how his fiancée died.

So... He had some thoughts, some emotions that he shouldn't have.

Bernal glanced at Camille's parents who were standing not far away, their expressions were also terrible, but it wasn't just because of Camille.

He grew somewhat resentful towards his father-in-law.

If he hadn't done that kind of thing back then, how could Camille have suffered from this.

"The examination is over. The patient has no problem and will be discharged tomorrow." The doctor came out from the inside. "Go in and see her."

Bernal hurriedly stood up, almost rushing into the ward.

"Hey, Camille." He pretended to be very relaxed and sat on the edge of her bed, took her hand and put it on his lips and kissed it lightly.

"Hi..." The woman on the bed gave him a weak smile, with a bit of aggrieved tone, "I'm so scared..."

The strong man who was born and died on the battlefield finally couldn't hold back anymore, his voice suddenly choked up.

"It's okay, I'm by your side."

Camille smiled at him, and then the expression on her face changed a little, and she saw a person over Bernal.

her father.

Camille's mother didn't want to talk to her husband at all, and went straight to her daughter's side. Seeing her weak appearance, her eyes immediately became wet.

The middle-aged man stood awkwardly at the door, unable to enter or retreat.

"I'm sorry, but Dad..." Camille said softly, "I just... don't really want to see you right now."

The middle-aged man's expression froze, his fists loosened and tightened, and finally he left the ward with a gloomy expression.

*****

After the BAU left Philadelphia, the FBI in Philadelphia launched an investigation into Camille's father.

This man who had been glorious for most of his life finally lost his life at the end of the year and went to jail.

Not only the Maisie case back then, but also a series of corruption and even rape cases that were involved afterwards were enough for this man to spend his time in prison.

Sometimes, it's not that we don't report, it's just that the time hasn't arrived.

Camille's mother resolutely divorced the man who had cheated her most of her life and divided up most of her property.

Camille and Bernal's wedding has been postponed, but their relationship has grown stronger through these events.

Watson couldn't stay in the US until the two got married because Sherlock had been asked for help from Lestrade.

The detective very excitedly booked a plane ticket for the night and was about to take Watson back.

The military doctor had no choice but to say goodbye to Viola and Bernal, and set foot on the plane back to England with the detective.

The BAU team continued to be busy. After solving several cases, they encountered an unprecedented case.

At the beginning, they suddenly received help from the Canadian police, saying that someone drove into a border checkpoint and claimed that he had killed ten people and dumped their bodies in Canada.

BAU rushed over, but the next development was beyond their imagination.

People who claim to be serial killers are not serial killers, but are trying to get the attention of their superiors so that the FBI can investigate the case.

He succeeded, and the BAU stepped in.

And something even more terrifying happened.

As they investigated all the way, they finally found a man named Mason Turner.

He is a quadriplegic, highly disabled person, unable to commit crimes, but the BAU found nearly a hundred pairs of shoes in the dumpster next to his house.

This means that the serial killer may become the most murdered prisoner in history.

Mason manipulated his mentally handicapped younger brother to extract the victim's bone marrow in an attempt to restore himself to action through research.

His younger brother didn't have the ability and emotion to judge the difference between killing a pig and slaughtering a pig. He just obeyed his brother's order to catch homeless people or gangsters one after another from the street, and then killed them one by one.

Nothing was left of the victims, as even their bodies were fed to the pigs on the farm.

This case almost exhausted the energy of everyone in the BAU team.

There was no sleep or rest for several days in a row, and the number of victims was shocking. Even experienced detectives like them would feel a little shaken in their hearts.

On the plane back to Quantico, almost everyone was silent. This was not only physical exhaustion, but also mental torture.

When we returned to the BAU office, it was almost nightfall. Everyone finished writing their reports on the case and went home one by one.

"Aaron, are you okay?" Viola looked at Hotch beside her with some concern.

He seemed a little slow to react, as if his nerves had been tense for the past few days, and he finally couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm fine." Hotch shook his head, but couldn't hide the tired look on his brow.

He took a few steps forward, and was about to open the car door, but Viola took a step ahead.

"I'll come today, you sleep for a while." Although Viola was also tired, she was better than Hotch.

"I..." Just as he was about to speak, his girlfriend glared at him, so he could only swallow the words back.

Hotch could only go around to the passenger seat, opened the door and sat in.

He was really very tired, leaning on the back of the co-pilot's seat with his eyes closed, almost falling asleep, but he still had the last sliver of consciousness.

Viola looked distressed in her eyes, and drove slightly faster, but still drove smoothly.

After all, instead of sleeping in the car, it would be much more comfortable to go home and lie on the bed.

After half an hour, finally arrived at Hotch's apartment, Viola gently shook the people beside her awake.

"Here we are," she said softly. "Leave the car with me. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Hotch opened his eyes, his reaction was still a little slow, he rubbed his brows slightly, and then he replied: "Don't bother, sleep at my house today, you are also very tired."

Driving is also exhausting, not to mention Viola is actually fatigued driving.

"Okay, then you go up first, and I'll park the car." Viola nodded, she was never hypocritical in this kind of thing.

Hotch got out of the car and watched Viola drive slowly to the underground garage before turning around and entering the apartment building.

After greeting the doorman on duty at the apartment building, he walked towards the elevator.

For tired people, waiting for the elevator is a long time. Fortunately, Hotch slept in the car for a while, and he didn't close his eyes in the elevator.

After finally reaching the door of his house, he opened the door, turned on the small light in the entrance, put on his slippers and walked into the house.

He threw the house keys on the table at the door, then casually placed the handbag on the sofa, and began to remove the holster on the back of his waist.

He thought that he must have a good rest tonight, after all, there is a new case waiting for them tomorrow.

You can't handle a case in a low spirit.

He wanted to go around to the kitchen and get some milk from the refrigerator, not for himself, of course, but for Viola.

A glass of sweet milk before going to bed - of course he is well aware of this girlfriend's little habit.

However, before he reached the kitchen, footsteps appeared behind him.

Of course it couldn't be Viola's.

Hotch's sleepiness was swept away at once, and his body tensed up instantly.

"You should have made that deal with me." It was an unusually familiar, hoarse and dull voice.

Hotch turned around slowly, and what caught his eye was the man in the black mask.

The Grim Reaper who escaped from prison a few months ago.

The next second, there was a muffled gunshot in the room.

There's a deep hole in the wall behind Hotch, but he doesn't even bat an eyelid at the shot.

Foyet's heart was a little impetuous, what's the matter with this man.

A person who does not show fear is not exciting to him.

But soon behind the mask he showed a twisted smile, but it's more challenging isn't it?

Looking at such a resolute FBI agent showing a desperate and painful expression, I think it must be... very wonderful.

"Is this what you're profiling me?" Foyet's voice sounded like he was laughing. "Can't show fear in front of me?"

"If you don't see my fear, it's probably because I'm not afraid of you at all."

Hotch had a cold face, and his tone was calm, without any wavering.

"really?"

As soon as Reaper said this, the next second he was greeted with a quick punch from Hotch.

But a man who is exhausted physically and mentally is too fragile in Foyet's view.

He blocked Hotch's punch and knocked Hotch to the ground with a backhand butt.

Hotch wanted to touch the hand and the gun on the table, but was kicked back to the ground by Foyet.

He felt his eyes begin to blur and his head began to dizzy.

"So, would you feel better if I used this?" Foyet had an extra sharp dagger in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he thrust hard into Hotch's chest.

One shot didn't end, followed by a second shot.

Hotch felt the excruciating pain and the loss of blood, but he still only let out some slight paining sounds.

He knew he couldn't shout it, it would add to Foyet's sadism.

He must not lose on this point.

Just as Foyet was about to make the third cut, there was a sudden sound of the door opening.

"Aaron...Foyet!"

The moment Viola opened the door, she felt that something was wrong. She had the key to Hotch's house, which Hotch had given her for convenience.

Vigilant, she had already put her hand on the hand and the gun on her back when she stepped into the room. When she saw the scene inside the room, she pulled out the gun in an instant.

"Wow, it's amazing to see who this is, Agent...Mill." Foyet said in a bad tone, standing up, pointing his hand and gun at Viola impartially.

The dagger was still inside Hotch, who was beginning to lose consciousness.

"Put down your weapons!" Viola snapped.

"I don't think so," Foyet shook his head regretfully. "Maybe you want Aaron to die just like that, um... he doesn't look good."

"Aaron!" Viola called Hotch anxiously, but there was no response.

"You can choose, continue to stand in a stalemate with me, or..." Foyet chuckled, "save your poor boyfriend?"

Foyet raised his gun, slowly walked around the table in the middle, and walked to the vicinity of Viola.

At such a close distance, she could kill all the animals with one shot, but she couldn't.

Foyet's gun was pointed at her at the same time, and he walked slowly towards the door of the room.

He stood at the door and waved to her, and Viola could imagine that the face behind the mask was smiling.

Foyet disappeared at the door, Viola ran over with a gun in hand, looking around vigilantly, she had lost Foyet's figure.

She immediately put away the gun, slammed the door shut, and started talking on the phone as she ran back to Hotch.

"Aaron, Aaron," she said anxiously, "can you hear me?"

"911, is there anything I can help you with?"

"This is..." Viola reported a string of addresses, "The FBI agent was shot, the suspect is at large, black hood and black trousers, height..."

She said all the information about Foyet in her head.

"Please send the police and ambulance over."

After calling 911, she started calling other BAU members one by one, but she was in a panic now, and even dialed the wrong number several times.

"Aaron, Please." Viola's voice trembled extremely.

"Stay with me."

The author has something to say: After writing this case, I realized that it is very similar to the Unsub in the death game case...

I actually didn't think of this problem when I conceived it, alas... must have been busy and stupid recently

Buddha is online again, this time I'm really, ahem, going to torture

But don't worry, mine is just... I'm very soft-hearted (serious face) so I won't abuse it (probably)

Characters in this chapter

Maisie Young, the woman who died of rape and murder 30 years ago, was a friend of Macy and Amy in college

Freda Young's case Unsub, Maisie's mother

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)

The American soldier Calvin Bernal Watson met on the battlefield in Afghanistan, the fiance of the victim Camille

Camille Ramirez, the happy woman who is about to marry, the last victim in this case