[Criminal Minds] The Man in the Mirror

Hotch was not allowed to participate in the subsequent action, and Rossi did not agree.

Rossi said, you are sick.Getting Hotch's rebuttal, Rossi repeated it in a firm tone.He didn't make it up like Reid's eyesight. Only the Duchenne smile that affects the zygomatic muscles and the orbicularis muscles around the eyes is the heartfelt Hotch. You are smirking, and there is rare pity in the eyes of old colleagues.

Hotch, who was suspended without pay, was forced to see several doctors. The situation was not optimistic. He could only pray that Asclepius would wield a snake stick to take pity on him, so he saw Yao Sulin.

Hotch came home from shopping and witnessed a robbery. The FBI sharpshooter rushed up immediately. The robber still drove away after eating a few bullets. Hotch knocked on a polo that didn't escape. I'm sorry that the FBI is temporarily borrowing your car.

The subsequent plot was no less than a violent aesthetic movie, with high-speed overtaking and gun battles, and the woman sitting in the co-pilot handed a Beretta M9A1 to Hotch, who had run out of bullets, after a few sharp turns.

All the robbers were arrested, Hotch glanced at the bullet-ridden car under the red and blue lights: "Sorry."

"It's all right, Confucius didn't ask the horse yet. Are you hurt, sir?"

"No, my name is Aaron Hotchner. I believe the FBI peripheral personnel will contact you about the follow-up of this car. Goodbye." Hotch said goodbye in a gentlemanly way, thinking about Jack's macaroni.

"Yao Sulin," the woman smiled, "You are very skilled."

Hotch had an extra business card in his hand, Rebecca Yao and her office address.

On the way, Hotch made a series of ideas, from a Chinese-American jeweler to a designer novelist to a delusional psychopath, so he took a gun upstairs.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Yao Sulin immersed herself in reading the thread-bound book, while Hotch tried her best to adapt to the thin light around her. There was an incense burner on the table, and the smell of copper green and agarwood rose into the sky, reminiscent of China in the last era.

Not one, she is an oriental witch doctor.

"Oh, Mr. Hotchner, you look much better than last week." Yao Sulin leaned over to make tea for Hotch, and stretched out her hand to open the curtains. "Last night, you unraveled a suicide until midnight, which made you laugh."

Hotch looked out the window at the blinding brightness, and took a sip of his tea with his head down.