Black friday

The young man came in a hurry and left in a hurry. When he turned around quickly, Clement had the illusion that he had left himself and the embarrassment he saw in his eyes behind him, and ignored him, only pulling himself forward.

Clement opened the sketchbook, took another look at the charcoal-drawn monsters and ghosts, pulled the corners of his lips slightly, and then let go.

Perhaps most of the things in the world originate from human imagination, but there are still some that are destined to follow you like a shadow from birth, and cannot be defeated by casual attacks.

Clement took out a watch. In order to promise Wednesday today, Clement deliberately put a pocket watch in his pocket. The long and short hands on the dial of the starry sky clicked, showing the slow and rapid flow of time.

It has been three hours since he came in the morning, and it is now 10:30.

Clement stood there for a while, trying to find Reid, but unexpectedly, seeing him standing there alone, Reid took the initiative to lean over.

Reid: "What's up? Do you have any to-dos?"

Clement: "I promised Wednesday to go back early."

"I didn't ask before, how is she on Wednesday?"

Reid asked with concern, looked around again, and said, "This is your personal art exhibition, is it okay for you as an author not to show up?"

After Reid finished speaking, he remembered that Clement spent the whole morning watching paintings with him, and couldn't help scratching his hair, feeling embarrassed to be such a troublesome person.

Clement could tell what he was thinking at a glance, Clement always had this ability, especially since Reid wasn't a person who liked to show his emotions, for Clement, it was easy to see his emotions.

Clement said: "I didn't intend to show up. My manager is a capable woman. I believe she is reliable, just as she probably expected my offline."

"Wednesday is also very good, because she doesn't like to watch crowds gather, so she stayed at my house." He glanced at Reid's dark brown hair, and he had a plan in a second, and invited him in a very ordinary way: "Dr. Are you free, do you want to visit my house, my studio and residence are in the suburbs."

He picked up the chain of the pocket watch and said seriously: "Go play now and still be in time for lunch."

Reid was a little moved.

Clement then added more fire: "Go to my studio to play, I still have some soft pottery tools over there, we can spend an afternoon there, and, I think the process of talking with Dr. Reid is very smooth and very happy ..."

He stretched his brows, and said with a light smile, "I hope Dr. Reid can give me a follow-up—forgot to ask, what kind of subject is Dr. Reid? Psychology or criminal investigation?"

Reid responded to him reflexively: "In fact, I already have three Ph.D. degrees in chemistry, mathematics and engineering, and I also have two bachelor's degrees in sociology and psychology."

Clement: "Wow."

Clement's hand holding the sketchbook and the pocket watch collided slightly, making the sound of a chain hitting the hardcover book, "And you are still so young, you are such a genius, Dr. Reid."

"Yes, I'm a genius." Reid suddenly wanted to laugh, and God knew it was the first time he said this "repetitive" sentence to someone, so he wanted to grin.

Clement rolled his eyes: "Then Dr. Reid, who has three doctorate degrees and two bachelor's degrees, and should have more degrees in the future, may I have this honor—can I make friends with you?"

Reid looked a bit dazed, more joyful, he said happily: "I am also very happy!" He said incoherently: "This is my honor!"

"Then Dr. Reid," Clement said.

Reid cuts him off, he's so excited, look, Gideon, Reid wants to squeal with joy, and Clement, his friend of the same age outside of work—

Reid calmed down his rapid heartbeat a little, and said, "Clement, you can call me by my first name."

Clement laughed and said, "Spencer—"

S——pen——cer——

The syllables are contained in his mouth, and the very small decibels of human language make Reid blush inexplicably.

This state is very strange. Reid thinks that thinking is the unique rational logic of engineering PhDs.

Clement grasped the rhythm and bit the syllables of the name, swallowing the sound of wind and air into his throat together, brewing sweet honey, and when it was spit out and fell into Reid's ear, it made him blush and heartbeat for no reason.

Clement said: "Spencer, half a month ago, I invited you and your colleagues to participate in my art exhibition as Wednesday's brother. Half a month later, at this very moment, I would like to ask you to accept my invitation. Going to another 'friend' date."

He looked serious: "Are you going to play in my private warehouse?"

Reid: "Okay."

Clement held back his smile, but the smile in his eyes couldn't go away for a while, "That's great!"

"Do you want to say goodbye to the other agents? Please, wait for me for 2 minutes, it's at the door," Clement said as he walked, "I have to go to Carmen to borrow a key, I can drive you there and bring it back. Thanks Spencer, there is nothing better than this."

Reid couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

"Hey, babyboy, it sounds like you've got a great date?" Morgan groped over from behind, and Garcia and Elle approached him from the side, all three of them raising their eyebrows on purpose, like a rogue trio trying to extract a confession.

Garcia cupped her face: "And the handsome boy, very beautiful, very much looking forward to."

Elle crossed her arms and said, "Baby Reid is growing up and flying out."

Morgan rubbed his chin in thought: "When I think about the fact that babyboy will go in and out with a man in the future, and have a close relationship, I want to lure him to a bar full of hot beauties..." He turned his gaze to Reid, ready to move.

Reid refused, and made a gesture of refusal with both hands: "Wake up Morgan, I will never go with you again and just use it as a mascot."

Morgan smiled arrogantly: "Hahahahahahaha."

Garcia leaned closer to Reid's still flushed cheeks, "Look at you my darling, you didn't even deny what Morgan said before."

Elle is also a snort.

Reid Black Line: "You've all heard about dating, but haven't you heard the adjective before dating?"

Morgan was silent.

Elle kindly stepped forward and said, "Reid, you must not know that 'talking about friends' can have multiple meanings!"

Reid looked at her accusingly: "The weird smile on your face is as obvious as Garcia's!"

Garcia leaned on Morgan's shoulder with a dreamy expression: "Makefriends, what a wonderful invitation!"

Morgan pretended: "Ah, don't be jealous, my queen, I will always be your knight."

Reid: "..."

Elle: "..."

Clement found Carmen in the monitoring room.

Clement: "Your desire to control is so strong that you don't feel relieved if you don't watch the surveillance with your own eyes?"

Carmen explained, "There was a little accident, boss."

Clement was about to speak.

Carmen shifted her gaze to the monitor again, and said, "If you want to leave, then hurry up, you don't need to remind me how hot my boss is."

Clement is holding the sketchbook with one hand empty and the other hand. He has carried this sketchbook with him for nearly three hours. He put his hands in front of him and said, "I guess you have already made plans, but I still have it at home. There's a little sister."

Carmen: "I know." She just knew this and didn't put Clement in her plan for today.

Clement: "So I'm not here to apologize and say goodbye, I'm here to get the keys."

Seeing Carmen's brows raised frivolously, like a glamorous beauty who is not easy to mess with, he said, "Isn't your motorcycle parked here? Let me borrow it, Carmen."

Carmen shuddered: "Don't talk to me in such a good tone, I will suspect that you are going to quit the job and change careers and not want me as an agent."

Clement looked at her indifferently: "You have played a lot, I'm in a good mood, you're welcome."

Carmen: "..." She thought to herself that you have really seen a ghost, and you smile when you see people, and the spider on the side of your face can hardly show your mysterious demeanor, and you still tell me that you are in a good mood.

Carmen pointed out bluntly: "Your previous signature was a mystic."

Clement: "I'm also very mysterious now, and you don't know why I'm happy."

Carmen: "..."

She dug it out of her Kun bag, thankfully her private car and locomotive are here, "Boss, you go."

Clement said without hesitation, "Goodbye."

Carmen: "Okay, with such an inexplicable attitude, this is Clement."

Clement didn't want to pay attention to what weird persona she had installed for himself.

Clement and Reid successfully meet in the parking lot across from the museum.

Reid put on his helmet and sat down behind Clement.

Clement: "Sit still?"

Reid grabbed the strap of the messenger bag and the sketchbook that Clement handed over to him for protection, and said, "Okay."

Clement: "Grab my waist, Spencer."

Reid held out his hand.

Clement stepped on his foot and started the motorcycle.

The cool and dazzling black motorcycle was speeding through the traffic. Reid hugged Clement's waist tightly, and when he looked at the scenery next to him through the helmet, he felt a sense of pride in his heart.

"How?" Clement: "Isn't it refreshing?"

The wind was so fast that the voices of the people in front of him were almost drowned in the tide of human voices.

Reid leaned closer to the engine driver: "Huh?"

Clement: "The feeling of driving, the cold wind hits the helmet recklessly."

Reid smiled: "Shouldn't it be the face?"

Clement: "Nasty rules, we're supposed to be riding in the sky, rambling, no traffic lights."

Reid laughed.

The two chatted without saying a word until the locomotive stopped at the door of the warehouse.

Clement asked Reid to come down first, then took out the key and pulled the door.

Reid stood beside him, holding a sketchbook and two helmets, watching.

The shutter door was pulled up from bottom to top, Clement went in first, turned around and called Reid without seeing anything.

Reid followed into the studio.

"Bang" sound.

silence.

There was a dead silence.

No, only Reid maintained his personal silence.

Seeing Reid's reaction, Clement followed his gaze forward, and Thing pulled the thick rope and swung back and forth in mid-air, swishing it to his shoulder.

On the other end of the rope is a girl, the girl hangs her head and tilts her neck, her eyes are wide open, she is dying——

"fake."

Clement thought he had said something, but he was quite innocent, and secretly said: "Although I know Wednesday is fake, I should encourage her acting instead of exposing her like this.

"

Clement understood after a few seconds and went to see Reid.

Reid only turned pale when he saw the stool overturned, and when he looked at the girl with a severed head scar around her neck, she was already able to use her brain to analyze the situation rationally.

Then Reid was also confused: "Is today Halloween?"

Taking off the black lace necklace and throwing it on the ground, Wednesday, who generously showed the horrible scar on his neck, returned the distorted expressions on his face one by one, and asked dryly: "Brother's painting is very real, How did you see that?"

Reid: "The posture is wrong, the expression is wrong...it's too fake."

He saw that the more he talked about Wednesday, the more unhappy he looked, and he hesitated to add: "The scars don't look like paintings at all."

Wednesday gave him a blank look.

Clement suppressed a smile.

Wednesday went to Clement and took Thing away, and continued to study how to hang himself more realistically.

Reid is more innocent than Clement.

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continue tomorrow

> This article is a medium-length article, and I will revise the article after I finish it.

>>It's not about to end, but I suddenly remembered to say it)

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