[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

In the spacious apartment, there are rooms full of floor-to-ceiling windows. The morning sun shines directly into the room. The apartment has a lot of space, but there is very little furniture in the room. It is not so simple as it is empty. Apart from basic furniture, decorations Almost nothing, from the decoration of the house, we can see the personality and habits of the owner, indifferent, meticulous, and the black and white tones even have a chilling air.

In the empty hall, there is an equipment that is incompatible with the hall, an iron rod, and a naked man on the iron frame is doing pull-ups easily. The man's figure is not strong, and the muscles bursting out from his arms The bottom is a bit thin, but the man's figure is perfect, and every part of the muscle texture looks like a work of art.

The man has a coveted good figure, but also a terrible body. The man's body has various scars, different shades, uneven, and the scars on his body are like medals, which show that this man has experienced There were so many cruel and bloody things, including gunshot wounds and knife wounds. Sweat slowly flowed down the texture of the muscles, leaving bright marks on the skin, along the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and then to the mermaid line. There was a sense of abstinence in the sweat. The man was doing pull-ups with no expression on his face. There was a shallow scar under the corner of his eye, which made the man's face hard and cold. It can be said that the man's face was quite handsome. Handsome, with a shaved hairstyle similar to that of the military, the man's mechanized movements seem to show that he has undergone some kind of training.

After finishing the exercise, the man jumped down easily, landing almost without a sound, the man's movements were too light, he picked up a towel on the side and wiped it, and then walked into the bathroom. When he walked out of the bathroom, the clock had just It's past seven.

The man walked into the innermost room of the apartment. The curtains were not drawn and it looked a little dark. The man turned on the light and walked to the work table. A long table in the corner was as long as a person's height, and it was filled with There are at least four kinds of pistols and blades and daggers of different sizes on the table. There is also a long box in the corner. It is not difficult to guess that it is a sniper rifle. The man picked up the table The last Smith M1076 that has not been loaded with bullets, after loading 11 rounds of bullets, put them in my boots, and then pick up another Browning Mark II on the table, and check the condition of the lower gun chamber , put it behind his waist, and then the man walked to the innermost room of this room. The things on it were shocking.

The entire wall was covered with photographs, clipped newspapers and handwritten reports, new and old, of little girls, girls, and women, but all without exception were of the same person, a A beautiful and beautiful woman with red hair, there are records next to the photo, each item is extremely detailed, this wall seems to be the record of this woman's growth, from ten years old to 28 years old, and the photo is slightly damaged, it seems that it has been taken out repeatedly It was pasted on the wall. The man's gray-brown pupils looked coldly at the photo on the wall. He lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. In the recent photo, there is no longer a woman alone, but an extra one. The man, the man hooked the corners of his mouth, walked to the window, opened the curtains suddenly, the sunlight penetrated straight into the room, the man squinted his eyes and looked at a certain window on the opposite floor, the man took another deep puff of the cigarette, then The accent was very charming, the man stared straight at the figure walking around behind the window, and if he looked carefully, he would find that the woman behind the window was the same person as the woman on the wall.

"Zizzizi..."

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, the man turned his head and was silent for a while, walked over to answer the phone, the moment he spoke, the man's voice was as cold as others, but the language he uttered had an elegance different from English, the man The words were very short, and the call ended after a few words. The man went back to the window and looked at the opposite figure. After a long time, the man murmured, and a low voice whispered a title: [Troublemaker. 】

All this happened in a certain apartment in the building opposite a certain woman, when?This is repeated every morning, and the woman never knows, never notices.

******

The case has not yet been broken through, and some human body parts were found abandoned on the roadside path. This time, the location was only 100 meters away from the first crime scene, close to the center of the town.

This is a small town, and there is only one coroner. The speed of testing and autopsy is extremely slow. Morgan has not yet obtained some information from the coroner, and now there are other limbs. Morgan touched his head and couldn't help but Ask the coroner: "Can I get the autopsy report today?"

"Uh?"

The coroner was stunned for a moment, and then said with a guilty conscience: "I, I'm just, just an intern..."

"..."

Morgan took a deep breath, held back the irritability in his heart, and then exhaled fiercely. After thinking for a while, he still pulled Reid and Lucida over. Morgan asked Reid: "Boy, I know you can do it, don't give it to me." I talk about this and that, what can you see?"

"Me?" Reid pointed to himself and asked unexpectedly, "You let me see?"

"No, to be precise, referring to your opinion, I trust Dr. Reid more than the coroner who just practiced."

What Morgan wanted was to get the general situation from Reid first, and leave the detailed tests to them. Morgan put his arms around his chest and didn't give Reid a chance to refuse. He took a step away and raised his chin to signal Reid. It's time to start.

"..."

Reid pouted, he won't be happy if you praise him so much!

"Have you taken your liver temperature?"

The dismembered body parts did not belong to the same person, so it was very difficult for the autopsy. Reid asked the young coroner, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and replied dryly: "This...unknown to the exact value."

Lucida couldn't bear to look straight away, could this guy be more unprofessional?

"Um... so, can you take some samples from the lens of the eye?"

"Okay, okay!"

Seeming to have a direction, the young coroner followed Reid's words without hesitation. Reid roughly observed the condition of several limbs, but as time went by, Reid's expression became worse and worse. Lucida and Morgan looked at each other , did not bother Reid, Reid's serious expression is rare, Reid put several limbs together, the limbs found twice have a head, two left hands and one right hand, three left legs and one right leg, and two Two limbs, Reid looked back and forth between the two limbs, his brows were tightly locked, and then his expression became slightly pale, Morgan called Reid in a low voice: "Reid?" Morgan bent down to see Reid's expression: "what have you found?"

"..."

Reid opened his mouth, then shook his head: "No, I probably thought wrong."

"Spencer, believe in yourself, you can't be wrong."

Lucida's faint words made Reid startled for a moment. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said to Morgan seriously: "I think these people are experimental subjects."

"Wait...wait...Reid, what are you talking about? What experiment?"

Morgan thought he had heard wrong.

"They are human experiment subjects."

Morgan's expression was as tangled as Reid's. They had dealt with so many perverted murderers, but human experiments?Very little, Morgan hesitated and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Reid pursed his lips, and his bulging cheeks made people feel that the cheeks would be soft when poked. Reid's usual fast speech slowed down a bit, "There are two limbs here that have been stitched. Both torsos have stitches removed from the back, so...it's likely that the two torsos have been stitched together before."

"...So, you think..."

"Using nearly 1943 interned twins at Auschwitz in 1944-1500, the Nazis conducted genetic experiments on twins and attempted to sew twins together to create conjoined twins."

"..."

Morgan was taken aback, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, the other two limbs can be confirmed to have been subjected to low temperature tests..."

Reid's voice became softer, and there was no need to say any more, Morgan knew that there was actually more to come, but these were enough.

"Were the victims all sick in the monastery?"

Reid didn't have an affirmative answer to Morgan's question, but he remembered what the man named Sherlock Holmes had said.

[...The monastery that accommodates more than 30 mentally ill patients keeps these people in captivity like pigs, and the number of people is gradually decreasing every day...] That sentence seems to be subtly connected with what they discovered now.

Someone in the monastery for the mentally ill was using these patients for human experiments.

No humanity, no morals.

Both Reid and Morgan will find that when telling the rest, Emily's and *'s expressions are the same, extremely disgusted, "Oh, so... damn smart, this guy." Emily said fiercely, this sentence Cleverly gritted his teeth and said sarcastically, "The experiment was done in the monastery, and those patients were used as experimental subjects. No one found out, and no one cared. What did he think of people?"

Of all the people, the ones who can keep calm are probably Hotch and Rossi. Rossi sat at the table and knocked on the table with one hand, while Hotch stood aside with his arms folded. Hotch looked calm and said coldly: "The unknown suspect Must be in the monastery, he has medical knowledge, enough ability and power to take the victim without being found..."

"In that case, the only person who fits the profile is the dean."

"However, there is one thing I don't understand."

Emily paused: "If the unknown suspect is the dean, then who threw the corpses by the side of the path? If these corpses were not found, then no one would know what happened in the monastery?"

Rossi shrugged. "Probably someone... who wants everyone to know the truth."

The next day, everyone went to the monastery again. They had enough profiles to prove that the dean was related to the human experiment, but this time it was not as smooth as the first meeting. The two nuns refused to tell them where the dean was.

"…Reid, you and Genovese are going to the dean's office."

Hotch quickly issued an order to divide into two groups to act, but it didn't take long for Hotch to regret his decision.

"Bump bang bang bang!! It's on fire! It's on fire!!"

Suddenly there was a loud cry, and then the sound of iron rods slamming against the iron railings. The harsh sound made people irritated. Hotch frowned tightly. He had a tinnitus in his ears just now. He vaguely felt that the yelling was from a nun, Rossi nodded suddenly to Hotch and Morgan, Emily said: "I see, why those two nuns are not afraid anymore, because they are not protectors but abusers , They are accomplices..." Rossi twitched the corners of his mouth, took out a gun from his waist, loaded it, and said to Morgan and Emily earnestly: "You two, get ready, next... probably, the situation will It got worse."

As Rossi said, the monastery, which was originally quiet, suddenly became noisy. There were also loud drinking and the sound of objects being thrown to the ground, and then the sound was getting closer and closer. All the patients There was a riot, they all held some objects in their hands, and then threw them out fiercely. They fought each other, hitting people's heads against the wall, and when they saw Rossi and others, they ran towards them with ferocious smiles. Several people had guns in their hands, which was enough to deter them, but Morgan couldn't help worrying about Reid and Lucida, they only had one gun, and, if he read correctly, some people ran in their direction.

"what happened……"

Reid and Lucida, who were acting separately, also heard the sound of the riot, but before Reid could analyze the reason, the sound of the riot became louder and closer.

"Ha! Here!!!"

A figure suddenly appeared, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, he seemed to have serious exhibitionism, he seemed to want to lean on Lucida's body, he really let out a lewd laugh while taking off his clothes: "Baby, look at me~"

"!!!"

Before the other party was completely undressed, Reid suddenly grabbed Lucida's wrist with one hand and ran back quickly. The man's broad palm held Lucida's wrist tightly. He was obviously not good at running, but he was tight from the beginning to the end. Clutching Lucida's wrist tightly and refused to let go, "This way..." Reid began to pant at this moment, he ran to a door, which was the dean's office, but pushed it hard, the door was locked, The loud noise from behind was getting closer and closer, Reid reached for his gun, if he really wanted to shoot, there were not enough bullets, Reid pulled Lucida behind him, and stood in front of Lucida in a protective posture , Reid took a deep breath, the gun in his hand had already opened the safety, Reid said to Lucida: "Lucida, kick it away!"

Wait, why am I here? Lucida was depressed for a while, but when she thought of Reid's force value, Lucida silently took a step back, raised her foot and kicked hard towards the door.

"!!!"

The door opened, but it wasn't Lucida who kicked it open. Just as Lucida was about to kick the door, the door was opened from the inside, and the person who opened it was the Sherlock Holmes. The moment the door opened, Lucida kicked empty, stood behind the door and opened the door The man was almost kicked, Sherlock narrowly avoided the dangerous kick, the black windbreaker drew a beautiful arc, Sherlock raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Is this the attitude towards a lifesaver?"

"If you open this door one minute later, I will never let you go."

"..."

"..."

Sherlock and Lucida were full of firepower again, before Sherlock could speak, Lucida pulled Reid in first, quickly locked the door, and then ordered Sherlock mercilessly: "Move that table over!"

"...You let me move?"

Sherlock's expression became very subtle, there are almost no people who command him to do things like this, not even his brother who loves to command people, Sherlock was very unhappy, he frowned, Lucida looked sideways at Sherlock, and the same Pulling up the corners of her lips, she coolly said something that didn't match her expression: "Please~"

"..."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, licked his lips, looked up and down carefully at Lucida, and then walked towards the table to be moved, the man turned his head and said indifferently, "Just this one time."

In fact, Sherlock's height is a little shorter than Reid's, but Sherlock gives people a sense of tallness, not only because of his height of over 180, but also because this man's extreme self-confidence gives people a sense of superiority. It was much easier to set up a table than Lucida and Reid, and after blocking the door, it seemed that the security was much higher.

"Sherlock, why are you here?"

"Come find the truth."

"Well, what did you find?"

Sherlock shrugged: "The dean here is suspicious."

"..."

Sherlock's words stunned Reid and Lucida. They looked at each other and had to admit that Sherlock was right, but he found out that there was something wrong with the dean without any resources. He also had to admit that Sherlock Holmes The man who looks like he deserves a beating is a very good detective.

"Wow, looking at your expressions, I'm not wrong."

Sherlock likes to see people's various expressions, because it is very interesting and easy to interpret. Sherlock put his hand in his windbreaker pocket, raised his chin slightly and said, "Can you tell me?"

Are you asking, Sherlock?

"No."

"..."

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, he was sure that this woman was the most difficult and difficult to deal with of all the women he knew, Lucida was on the No.1 list of troubled people in Sherlock's mind, and gave Mycroft Holmes, who had occupied No.1 in previous years, to It was pulled down hard, and Lucida occupied this ranking for two years, until a man named Jim Moriarty took the throne.

Sherlock's expression loosened for a moment, and the corners of his mouth pulled up in a false expression, "Please~"

This sound was even more insincere than Lucida's.

"..."

Reid actually wanted to laugh, it was funny to see Lucida and Sherlock making each other's faces, but the noise outside the door was getting louder and louder, I don't know when the other party would rush in, Reid tugged on Lucida's sleeve, Lucida pouted, turned her head away and stopped talking, of course Sherlock also noticed Reid's movement, Sherlock raised his eyebrows with an extremely sincere expression: "You've made yourself a problem."

The trouble is a certain woman.

Reid realized what Sherlock was referring to, grabbed Lucida's hand, and comforted Lucida who was about to blow her hair, the shy little doctor showed a sly smile: "But I like this trouble."

Seeing that Sherlock seemed to be humming twice, Reid blinked and added: "This is much better than trouble finding you."

"..."

Sherlock paused... This soft-looking guy is much sharper than he looks on the outside.

"We believe that human experiments were conducted at this monastery."

"Bang! Bang! Bang bang!"

As soon as Reid finished speaking, there was a loud noise at the door. Someone was banging on the door, and the table blocking the door was trembling with the knocking on the door again and again. According to this situation, within a few minutes, the door The door will be knocked open.

"..."

Sherlock frowned, and his low voice sounded slowly: "I came in and found a dark room before."

Reid froze for a moment: "Where is it?"

"The back of the bookcase."

In fact, Sherlock came into this office not much earlier than Reid and the others. He just took a cursory glance and found that there was something wrong with the bookcase, and then he heard a noise coming from the door. Before he came, he was anxious to see what was behind the bookcase.

"Crack..."

The three of them moved the heavy-looking bookcase together, but when they moved it, they found that the bookcase was surprisingly light. There was indeed a dark room behind the bookcase, and there was a staircase leading to the bottom in the dark dark room. Such an existence In this monastery full of mentally ill patients is extremely weird, which faintly gives people a feeling that the truth is ahead.

"..."

The three of them went down the stairs, and Sherlock, who was at the end, pulled the bookcase back to its place. Reid had a flashlight on him, and he walked ahead and let Lucida walk between them, which seemed safer. The smell of rotting corpses and formalin became more and more pungent. After walking to the end, there was another door. This door was unlocked. Reid pushed open the door directly, and behind the door was a hell-like world.

Reid, who was at the front, felt a great impact. Although the young doctor had seen many scenes, this was the first time and the most impactful one.

The area of ​​this basement is not large, but it is well-equipped with almost everything. What is there?

The equipment category includes posterior cranial retractor, electric drill, olecranon rongeur, meningeal forceps, scalpel, nerve hook, scalp stripper, and so on. They are self-made, and there are also some ancient ones that look like they were made 100 years ago. All kinds of equipment make people's scalp tingle, and what's worse, there are bloodstains on the equipment that have not been wiped dry.

Lucida trembled all over, and her face was a little pale. What Lucida was afraid of was not the sense of horror brought by these equipment, but what she was afraid of was some unfamiliar memories suddenly popping up in her mind. They were just fragments, just a picture, but those pictures and The picture in front of her was too similar, Lucida didn't know what was going on, the familiarity in front of her eyes made her feel uncomfortable, and made her faintly afraid.

She seems to have forgotten something...

"Lucida, don't look at..."

After Reid recovered himself, his subconscious action was to cover Lucida's eyes. He remembered that this girl hated such a situation the most. Reid covered Lucida's eyes in a panic, feeling that Lucida seemed to be trembling. He hugged Lucida, patted Lucida's junior gently, and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here, don't look." He gently kissed Lucida's closed eyes, the first time he saw Lucida's pale face, that insolently beautiful face that always smiled brightly, was now sickly, and Reid looked even sadder than seeing such a horrific scene just now.

Sherlock looked around on his own, his expression remained unchanged except for the surprise at the beginning, instead he checked the equipment with great interest, he glanced at Lucida with a pale face, and the woman who was chattering with him before also Seeing this expression, Sherlock shook his curly head, saw the chair on the side, and rarely expressed his kindness, he pushed the chair over: "Would you like to sit down?"

Reid turned his head to look at the chair pushed by Sherlock, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. There was a belt on the chair, and there was this reddish-brown blood stain on it. It is not difficult to guess that it was used by the unknown suspect to tie up the victim. The chair for the experiment, and now this man asked them to sit on it with an innocent face!No!sit!

"No, thanks……"

Reid dryly refused, Sherlock shrugged, turned around indifferently and continued to look around, the cabinet on one side was full of glass bottles, inside were all kinds of organs and viscera, and even some baby specimens, Sherlock finally Standing in front of a workbench, there was a black leather notebook on the table. Sherlock opened it and flipped through a few pages. There were various experimental records on it, including English, diagrams, and German. Sherlock called Reid, Reid He hesitated for a while, whether to go there, he was not assured that Lucida was alone, Lucida pushed Reid, did not speak, but the meaning was obvious, let him go, Reid still hesitated for a while, and said softly: "Wait for me here , and I'll be back when I count to one hundred."

"……kindness."

[I'll be back when I count to one hundred...]

This is easier to achieve than "wait for me to come back", and it also makes people not wait in the foreseeable future.

Reid's flashlight was taken by Sherlock, and at this moment, the light shone on the wall, which had a decoration with swastikas etched on it.

Reid pulled his phone out of his pocket, no signal.

"There's a door here."

Sherlock touched the wall with his hand, and felt a weak wind blowing over. After knocking, it was empty. Easily overlooked, Sherlock kicked at the flimsy door without hesitation.

"boom!"

There is still a road ahead, Reid took Lucida's hand, and continued to walk deep. There was only a dark passage behind, which looked more like an escape passage. At the end, there was an exit for climbing up. Sherlock climbed up and pushed Pushing, it was locked, Sherlock shook his head at Reid, and Lucida suddenly said, "I'll do it."

"..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture of invitation without saying anything. Women are not as easy as men to climb this kind of stairs. After climbing up, Lucida clamped the ladder tightly with both feet, and clamped it with both hands skillfully. Pick that lock.

"Crack."

Lucida couldn't be bothered by this kind of old-fashioned lock. Lucida pushed the lid up hard. Lucida was relieved by the fresh air outside. After climbing out, Lucida turned around and stretched out her hand to pull Reid. Reid pursed her lips and smiled slightly, stretched The moment he shot, his face changed suddenly, "Lucida! Behind!"

Behind Lucida suddenly appeared the dean who had never been seen. The dean also escaped from here, so no one has seen him. Now he is standing behind Lucida and wants to sneak attack Lucida. Reid holds Lucida in one hand. hand, while the other hand touched the gun at his waist.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Lucida was stunned, and Reid was also stunned. Lucida turned her head to look at the dean. The person behind her had been shot and fell to the ground, while Reid's gun was aimed directly at the dean.

"Thank you, Spencer."

"..."

Reid twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't smile.

Afterwards, Reid called Hotch. Hotch and the local police immediately sealed off the monastery. Of the thirty or so mentally ill patients, only twenty remained. They were taken to the police station for interrogation, and all the mental patients were transferred to a local mental hospital.

The case ended quickly, and the murderer had been shot dead. As for the person who dumped the body, perhaps, as Rossi said, he was a person who wanted to let everyone know the truth. He was also one of the mentally ill patients, but he knew the How insane the monastery is, every day I worry that the next one will be myself.

Sherlock disappeared after the police arrived, and Reid didn't specifically mention Sherlock's name when he narrated to the police, but just replaced it with someone else.

On the return plane, Lucida fell asleep quickly, but she didn't sleep very well. Reid asked Lucida to lie down and took up two seats. He sat opposite Hotch. Hotch looked at the documents as usual, he didn't look up, just calmly Said: "You did a good job this time."

"..."

Reid froze for a moment, hesitated, and seemed to want to say something, Hotch was no stranger to Reid's expression: "What's wrong, Reid?"

"..." Reid bit his lip, "I didn't shoot."

"..."

Hotch thought for a while before he understood what Reid said, and the man frowned: "Who are you?"

The only one who could shoot was Reid, who saved Lucida.

"...I, I don't know..."

Reid said weakly, but he knew very well whether he fired or not, the bullets in the magazine were still full, and he didn't fire that shot.

"..."

Hotch seemed to think of something, frowned tightly, he looked up at Reid, after a long time, Hotch said slowly: "I'll go to the office after getting off the plane, I have a document for you."

"???"

******

The man in the black windbreaker walked briskly on the path again, his curly hair was a very conspicuous sign in the crowd, his brisk pace was interrupted by the figure that appeared in front of him within a few steps, the man stopped, squinted Looking at the figure from the top of their eyes, no one said a word, the other party couldn't help but said, "Sherlock, please tell me next time you go missing, please?"

The man's voice is not as deep as Sherlock's, but his tone of voice is cadenced and has a sense of official speech. Sherlock raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "If I tell you in advance, it won't be called missing."

"Well, then please don't disappear casually. I don't want to take my brother to the United States and lose him. I spent two whole days looking for him and finally found my brother in a monastery full of psychos. I lost you. It's hard for me to explain to my mother."

The man was leaning on a cane, and the way he tapped the ground lightly looked like a superior, the man couldn't help complaining at last: "Sherlock, can you stop being so naughty?"

Naughty, this is definitely the word that can describe this man.

Sherlock spread his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and said with a smile, "Two days, wow, Mycroft, you're not bad at reaching your claws in America."

To be able to reach out so long while not on his own territory, is it true that he is Mycroft Holmes?

"I just don't want my brother Mycroft Holmes to end up in a monastery in the United States for no reason. Sherlock, please, don't let this happen a few more times. I'm going to be made old by you for several years."

This worrying younger brother is always doing whatever he wants, which is a headache.

Sherlock looked up and down at his brother in front of him for a long time, with a...unbeaten smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, Blud, I have two words for you to express my apologies for making you look older."

Sherlock walked past Mycroft leisurely, and then slowly uttered two words that Mycroft hated: "Hairline, back."

"Sherlock! Sherlock!"