Psychological Control

Chapter 63

After speaking to Inspector Jack that day about all the clues I knew that might help, I took a somewhat emotionally devastated Ollie home for the time being. After a month of straining my nerves, I ended up with the news that my good friend was long dead. It's no wonder Ollie was emotionally distraught.

I thought that although this case was vicious, now that we knew who the killer was, there should be no more drama. It's not that I have faith in the police's ability, but even if we can't find out where George Abel has gone for a while, we can still issue a wanted notice.

...

But I hadn't thought of that, because there hadn't been a case that horrible in the area for a long time. And Detective Inspector Jack had his heart set on a good case to help him get promoted to inspector. So they actually applied to have the fbi's bau team assist in the investigation!

I woke up the next day to a call from the police station. Let's just say that true warriors dare to face the tragic human voice and the dripping blood head on!

After returning from the police station yesterday, I was at home and had pretty much packed up my things. I had planned to leave Pala Alto as soon as possible and return to Miami for a real holiday under the pretext of fear of being approached by George Arbor. The plane tickets were all bought, so I hoped I wouldn't have to postpone them because of the bau team.

Arriving at the door of the police station, I watched with a mixed expression as the officers walked past, with the feeling of being offered a sacrifice by the villagers to the mountain gods step by step into the mountain itself.

"Brian?!" A call that could be described as pleasant suddenly came from behind me. It was Red's voice.

"Red! You're really here too!" I said as I turned my head, while a bright smile spread across my face. But the expression on my face froze as I turned fully around and saw the other person beside Reed. Jason Gideon, the person I was most afraid of meeting in the bau group besides Aaron Hotchner.

"Hi, Mr. Morgan." Gideon introduced himself as he came forward and extended a hand to shake mine. The sensation of shaking his hand gave me the feeling of sticking my own hand in the handcuffs again. It rand I couldn't help but feel a little tingly.

In fact, if I had no intention of committing a crime at all, why should I be so afraid of them? Was it the presence of Brian's own personality that made me feel this way when I met the bau team, the equivalent of "hunters"?

"Hello..." I said as I shook his hand back stiffly. "I don't know what you've called me in for today. I should have pretty much accounted for what I know, and I've only met George Abel on one side of the fence. And I know even less about William Chow than I do about Ollie him."

"..." I noticed a look of embarrassment flash across Red's face. Then he spoke up, "Sorry, Brian. It's all just because they always say they want to see what it's like to be you who's been secretly united with me for a month at the tournament."

"Hey! You can't say that, Little Doctor!" Derek Morgan stepped out of the driver's seat of the police car behind him and he patted Red on the shoulder. "Here's the thing, we found William's body."

They were surprisingly efficient? I'd only reported the case yesterday, and today it was just about noon, and they'd completed their first assignment since getting involved in the case in one morning. Should I say it was worthy of the famous bau team. I noticed the way Gideon and Derek Morgen were looking at me.

It was a very bad feeling, so bad that I was easily led by the thoughts in Brian's original personality. But I persisted in not showing any fear, in a straightforward manner.