Black friday

If expectations can be turned into reality, Clement thinks he can hold a bunch of perfume bottles in his hands.

Yes, Clement compares "expectation" to perfume. The top note of this perfume is light and lingering. No one except Clement will pay attention to the delicate fragrance.It will probably be infused by the manufacturer in a glass jar with a frosted surface. The spout is elegantly styled with gold and silver inlays. Clement has a lot of money in this regard. From this point of fragrance, it condenses, covers, and dissipates at the mouth of the jar.

Then there is the middle tone, which is not an ordinary perfume that other people can appreciate.The middle note is pure black bitterness, with slightly astringent and sour green mandarin topped with tea roses. Clement can see Wednesday's face and Aunt Morticia's smile from it. He closes his eyes, and a ray of fragrance slips away from here , slipping not far away, always playing hide and seek around his body, making it hard to see.

The fragrance is citrusy, and it smells like lemon, but Clement knows that the fragrance is just right for a light afternoon tea, neutralizing the richness of each, and brewing a unique and special fragrance.

The special fragrance is really no one can smell it except Clement, no matter how close it is.

Clement said: "The scent of the perfume is rich, and there are several levels from strong to light, and it always changes and changes like a new one."

So using it as a metaphor for mood is a good reference.

Reid agrees, saying, "It's kind of like slime mold."

Clement: "Why?"

Reid said: "The structure of slime molds is very interesting. Their movement route is like a big net. Most slime molds prefer dark and humid environments. They are just like their moods, and they always ferment and breed in the lonely darkness. No matter how it grows and diverges, the center remains the same.”

Clement looked at him sideways: "There seems to be a paper about slime molds that has been popular for a while on YouTube."

"It's a pity that I'm so ignorant that I can't tell the difference." He shrugged handsomely, and looked at Reid: "Maybe Dr. Reid can explain it to me?"

Reid enthusiastically explained to him, such as the types of slime molds and so on.

"Slime molds are eukaryotic organisms between animals and fungi... One of the most well-known studies on slime molds is the 'Tokyo Subway' experiment. The map uses the characteristics of slime molds to avoid light to make slime molds active. The conclusion from this experiment is that slime molds can complete a route with minimal consumption. The route is generally very similar to the route of the Tokyo subway. But this is just one of them. For example, many creatures in nature also have a natural wayfinding instinct... At least humans have not yet studied more irreplaceable functions of slime molds."

"But I don't know what you said. I don't know how to play YouTube." Rarity lowered his head and tapped his back toes on the ground. It was a movement that contained anxiety. He doesn't like electronic technology. It's hard not to show timidity, but Reid is exactly the kind of honest and straightforward character. He just speaks up when he doesn't understand, and he never fools around with nonsense.

Clement responded without much surprise, and said, "It's nothing, I don't actually like those things either."

Reid raised his face and stared at him with burning eyes.

Clement said nonchalantly: "The popular trends on YouTube and the Internet that I watch are almost all shared by Carmen with me. That guy is a serious Internet addict, and he will probably depend on the Internet for the rest of his life."

Reid was laughed at by his last sentence: "It's Miss Manager!"

Clement said: "Yes, it's her. Speaking of which, you haven't met her formally yet. Next time I have time, I will invite her to play with her."

Reid said yes.

Then Clement brought the topic back to slime molds. He himself has no research or interest in these aspects, but Reid always has a good-looking expression when he talks about these popular knowledge. It's like the wires connected to his body. When someone else turns on the switch and the current flows through the wires, Reid will emit a more beautiful light than usual.

Clement is not a phototaxis creature, but there are always exceptions in the world, and Spencer is the only and special one he harvested in the metropolis.

It’s an exaggeration to say that Reid’s interpersonal communication ability is zero, but it is certain that he will fail. It is difficult for him to get the initiative in talking with others in his daily relationship. In BAU, everyone also reserves the right to stop at any time, Clement It is considered to be one of the few people he has met in the past twenty years who will take the initiative to lead the topic to what he is good at.

Reid appreciates Clement for that.

To be honest, if Dr. Reid hadn't entered the BAU, he must be a good seed in a white coat. Those researchers who are obsessed with research are most willing to listen to what he has to say.

On the three adjacent seats in the first-class cabin, Clement and Reid could not be happier chatting with each other while asking and answering each other, while Wednesday next to her turned a deaf ear to her red book "Frankenstein". The two of them had nothing to do, they only concentrated on flipping the book for the little girl.

The three are now on a plane to Spain, and their first stop is the Prado Museum in Madrid, Spain.The Prado Museum is considered to be one of the greatest museums in the world, and it is also the most comprehensive and authoritative art gallery that collects Spanish paintings.It has collections of art treasures from Spain, Flanders and Italy from the fifteenth to the nineteenth centuries.

This is one of the museums carefully selected by Reid at the suggestion of Clement after confirming his trip to Spain.

As for why it is carefully selected... Clement's original proposal was to go to an underground museum in Barcelona, ​​Spain. The main collections in it are various coffin carriages. The management staff of the museum can be said to understand the curiosity of the audience very well. There are weird and ugly dummies next to each coffin, even inside the coffin.

How could Clement not be tempted by such a fun place, and how could he not want to go on Wednesday? Clement also wanted to go for a visit, and when he got inspiration, he would sleep in a new bed.

Clement did not say the last reason, but looked at Reid expectantly, using his narrower and longer eye corners, thicker eyelashes, more delicate and beautiful eye contours, and more provocative eyes to negotiate with Reid silently.

Of course Reid wants to object, but he is gentle and not good at saying no, and Clement's lethality is so strong... Reid finally bit his lower lip and raised his hand to surrender, but he just expressed that he wanted to go to Prado with Clement first The idea of ​​a museum look.

Clement is naturally good, there is no reason not to agree.

Dreamland is the Bermuda Triangle. Wednesday is not as exciting as Clement's, so her attention is more distracted. She looked at the two adults suspiciously, and always felt that something was wrong, but seeing the two people flirting with each other, there was nothing wrong with it, so she didn't go there. Never mind that.

She hasn't finished reading Frankenstein yet.

The subsequent trip to the Prado Museum was not very successful. Reid was obviously restless during the period, always looking at Clement hesitantly, and when Clement talked to him seriously, he dug his own grave to say what he wanted to say All buried in the stomach.

Clement didn't get distracted, he happily introduced to Reid some things that Reid couldn't understand.

But both Reid and Wednesday know that Clement is essentially a kind of self. His personality consciousness is as exclusive as his paintings, and everything from brushwork to color is a solo of his soul.

He said that appreciation is appreciation, he said good-looking is good-looking, but if he likes...at least in the Prado Museum, Clement only likes Reid and Wednesday, plus Thing, a good partner.

One day's trip to the Prado was over, and they didn't go there the next day, because Reid knew that the two people around him had no yearning for the Prado Museum, and they just accommodated him and followed him.

After Reid made the decision to go to Barcelona, ​​the joy of the Addams brothers and sisters was about to become real, and Clement's pale cheeks without makeup were even more flushed with excitement.

The opening of the underground museum is like the prologue of a horror movie.

The three walked side by side in the wide underground tunnel, with Thing clapping one hand in front of him. After meeting the first staff member guarding the door, Thing tugged at his trouser legs on the ground.

The other party was also courageous, and was not intimidated by the humanized skillful hands, and directly followed the process and brought the three of them into the museum.

"Do you need an explanation?" He asked, speaking English with a Spanish accent. "It's not the tourist season, and the museum's tourism industry is not very prosperous. We have enough manpower, and we can find someone to explain it for you."

Clement said, "No need, let's see for ourselves."

The staff smiled, and then reminded a bunch of precautions, from not touching the coffin hearse with your hands, to not littering and taking pictures by yourself, in fact, there is also a "don't shout" to prevent those timid audiences , and arguably the easily frightened viewer.Although the Coffin Museum is no more than a haunted house, and strictly restricts the entry of "heart patients" and other people who are in poor health, the nature is not much different. They are all curious people looking for thrills and challenges...Emm can't be absolute, except As mentioned above, there are quite a few scholars who specialize in these researches.

It's just that when he looked at these people, he didn't mention the man who exuded a nerdy look all over his body, and the other little girl was dressed more formally than him—the formal dress at the funeral was like a ghost that had been wandering around in the coffin museum for a long time.The last man was the same, he didn't have a corpse like a little girl, his temperament was like that of a vampire in western legends, mysterious, cold, extremely handsome and indifferent to others.

The staff believed that they would not make dream-disturbing screams like some tourists who came to visit but were scared away.

...But he was slapped in the face after 10 minutes.

OK, let's tick the clock and recap what happened in those 10 minutes.

After the staff left, Clement took Reid with his left hand and Wednesday with his right hand. Thing was still hanging on Wednesday's little hand, and the family walked neatly to the coffin carriage in the museum.

Clement observed the coffins that were so comfortable at first glance, and imagined the wonderful feeling of lying in them.

Clement said: "They really enjoy it..."

Reid tried very hard to limit his vision to Clement, his face, his black hair, his windbreaker, and his waistline... It didn't work, Reid's eyes were almost closed, but he still couldn't stop those coffins and dummies into the mirror.

Clement seemed to say something, Reid couldn't listen, he was really afraid of ghosts - yes, that's why Reid tried his best to delay the time and didn't want to come to Barcelona, ​​Wednesday was very smart, Reid didn't pretend too much at that time!

But Clement didn't know, Clement mistakenly thought that his hesitation was caused by nervousness, and he was too involved in this journey that he had given overflowing expectations at the beginning.

How perceptive he is, how deceptive the middle notes of the perfume are.

Reid was so frightened that he couldn't hear what Clement said, but his mind was running surprisingly fast at this moment. He remembered what Clement said, and remembered the funeral culture that Clement said in his warehouse, so he didn't care about anything else, and the adrenaline burst , the speed of speech increased by another degree, and he recited Clement's words.

"Sky burial, ground burial and cremation are the more common ones. They will perform water burial and respect tower burial. In some places, they will directly throw the corpse into the wild to wait for wild wolves to eat, so as to achieve the purpose of worshiping the wolf god. In some places, they will use bird burial. Vultures and eagles eat their flesh and blood is the greatest respect for the dead. I don’t know why they worship gods and heaven..."

Reid read in bits and pieces, his memory could support him to memorize Clement's words word for word, but he was really too scared, the order in the middle was out of order, the words were strung together...he didn't have the energy to revise it.

Reid closed his eyes completely in fear, and had no way of knowing that his voice had gradually become louder. Both Wednesday and Clement were startled by him, and their eyes shifted from the coffin to his face. .

Clement listened to Reid's background sound for a few seconds before he understood what was happening. The excitement that was roaring in his chest suddenly cooled down, and his face was as stiff as a dead man's.

But he didn't speak immediately.

His hand was still holding Reid's hand, and the two interlocked their fingers, and Reid didn't respond. Reid just memorized with his eyes closed. He had finished memorizing the funeral culture that Clement taught him, and now he was memorizing chemical formulas.

Clement took Reid away with a cold face, and Reid followed him mechanically.

Clement made a silent gesture to Wednesday, put one arm around Reid's shoulder, and the three of them walked towards the exit even more strangely than when they came here.

Wednesday and Thing walked first to lead the way for the two behind. They told the staff to be quiet and watched Clement take Reid out of the coffin museum together quietly.

Wednesday bowed to the staff and stepped back.

Wednesday hugged Thing, Thing hugged "Frankenstein", and her footsteps stopped at the exit of the underground tunnel.

Barcelona is cloudy today, there is no sun, and thick clouds cover the sky, reflecting the buildings and pedestrians in Barcelona like paper-cut people with poor skills, and their every move is so popular that they have no soul.

Reid's tense shoulders softened under Clement's embrace, and Clement leaned against him, his fingers were cold and his body was cold.

"Don't be afraid," Clement said in a soft voice, "Spencer, don't be afraid, you're out, look at me..."

Reid's eyelids fluttered.

Clement put both hands on his shoulders and waited for Reid to open his eyes and look at him.

Reid's lips were still moving, but no sound came out.

Because he came out to play and didn't need to read or use his eyes, Reid didn't wear glasses. He opened his eyes, and a pair of dark brown eyes with a little water vapor matched the pure black ones.

Reid is sorry: "Sorry Clement, I didn't make it clear..."

Clement: "Shh."

Reid kept his mouth shut, feeling extremely frustrated. He actually liked Clement very much. He couldn't explain why. This person just has the charm to attract others. He is very good, many, many, many, many good.But Reid's emotional intelligence is really not good enough. He feels that he not only screwed up the trip, but also...

What else?

Clement didn't give him time to figure it out, to come up with reasons that were especially hurtful.

Clement's upper body leaned forward a little, and his handsome pale face was close to Reid's.

Clement's whole body is cold. Addams' genetics make his blood temperature low, and his body surface is always cold. Carmen often laughs that he is no different from the legendary vampire.

He was so cold, only a mouthful of hot air was still in his mouth.

But Clement gave the heat to Spencer Reid.

Their lips met, and Reid tensed up again.

Reid didn't push Clement away.

Clement pressed against his lips and said softly, "Don't be sorry."

"Spencer, I like you, you don't need to change anything, you don't need to force yourself, I like what you are." Clement smiled shortly, and Reid accepted the kiss to make him feel better One point, "Nothing in this world is immortal, not art, nor love, but our soul can, and so can ourselves."

"When we are together, no one needs to change themselves for the sake of each other. In love, we must tolerate each other. But if you become another person for me, and I accept the commission from the FBI for you... then are we still us?" ?”

Reid muttered: "Not."

Clement said: "I'm glad you like me this way, but I don't need you to be like this."

He pressed Reid's dry lips tightly, his voice gradually blurred: "It's okay, it's okay to be afraid, just say it."

"Spencer being with you is worth my tossing and turning tonight..."

The author has something to say:

>I first read about slime molds in naturalist magazines, and it can be said to be very interesting.The section of the Prado Museum is taken from Baidu Encyclopedia, and the coffin museum is also real.

It is said that when I read this chapter, I wanted to laugh inexplicably, because my mind was full of another stalk - Fuji-Q Haunted House Day Tour.

The Adams family will probably feel like a duck to water in it. Uncle and Mortisa are getting more and more irritated. On Wednesday, I will turn around with my brother to frighten the staff who play ghosts, and then Clement and Rhett... Rhett wants to Scared to death, he looked at Clement with pitiful eyes, and Clement covered R Bao's eyes with his hands and told him not to be afraid that I was here, and then ignored all the ghosts all the way, with only Rhett in his eyes.

There is also my grandmother, holding a crystal ball, she is more elusive than ghosts, and when she meets someone, she says in a hoarse voice: "Goodbye..."

I can't wait anymore hahahahahahahaha

But after I finished writing, I thought it was wrong. Clement should have refused before going, and he would not let Rhett go through unnecessary fear (here I think of my super fear of heights, the last time I went to take a pirate ship with my friends I closed my eyes and plunged into her arms and cried out, and then she told me that it’s almost stopped and it’s not so high, look, I was scared to death when I opened my eyes and saw the sky, and I will never sit on that thing again 1115555111)

>So this meme is yellow, if I still want to watch it after the end, I will find a way to play it again... I don’t want to forget/scratch my head

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