[Criminal Minds] The Man in the Mirror

A few times down, Hotch still has a business attitude, and Yao Sulin is not in a hurry for this kind of psychological defense line like a Maginot fortification①.

Hotch went to visit as usual, he couldn't tell why, maybe it was the smell, maybe it was the voice that was somewhat similar to Haley, he felt better, he had witnessed the extreme depravity, the dismembered corpses and the screams of children Call.He talked to her to dispel her curiosity, but Yao Sulin understood, which made him unconsciously say something to that melancholy face.

He is indeed not a patient. Sometimes I feel that the roles are reversed. Yao Sulin is listening with downcast eyes. Hotch knows she understands. Young man, in fact Yao Sulin would always say something inadvertently, which fit unexpectedly.

"You are very sensitive, and you are a good material for a profiler." Hotch's rare evaluation.

"My uncle said the same thing. I can't convince myself that this is a very honorable profession, but I might prefer to face ordinary people instead of a group of lunatics and mutilated corpses. Are you disappointed?"

Normal people, Hotch recalls her patients, ranging from paranoid mania to drugged-up schizophrenia.

"Mr. Hotchner, we are all patients of our times, and I talk to them like visiting each other. If their knots can be untied here, then it won't entangle others, like you and your colleagues."

"What were you reading just now?" Hotch found that every time he visited Yao Sulin, he would give him a quiet face while reading a book. Unlike him, Yao Sulin had a deep obsession with paper books, and said to him in a serious manner The kindle has no texture at all in the hand.

"My dearest, I am sitting here writing to you to tell you of a matter which worries me. My heart grows heavier when I think that it will worry you. The Continental Congress has decided, Request that I go to Boston at once to take command of the army in defense of the cause of independence. Believe me, dear Patrice, I assure you with all sincerity..."

"Dear Patsy," Yao Sulin heard him mutter, "Is this a love letter?"

"Yes, the father of your nation, George Washington."

Hotch gave a wry smile, she didn't know anything about Boston.

"I mean the one you just read."

"Fang Shi was prosperous, young and hurt... Yan Yan took a deep breath, sighing childishly. Liu Li didn't speak, and relied on what he relied on. ② "Fu of Mrs. Li", written by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to his deceased wife."

"Has he also lost his wife?"

Yao Sulin was startled, and quickly answered: "Yes, his wife was still very young at that time."

"How did you die?"

"Dead of illness. Mr. Hotchner, there is no way."

"It's a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster. He can't save her, can he?"

Yao Sulin felt that Hotch's voice was a little erratic, like a drowning person immersed in memories, she asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Hotchner?"