Black friday

When all the good and bad things are over, Reid thinks about this case again, only to feel that everything has been foreshadowed.

Elle is, and so is Clement.

On the same day, just after Clement saw off Wednesday and Lurch, Reid's message followed, with a short sentence "I'm on the plane."

Clement smiled, this is what he agreed with Reid, to report the itinerary to him as much as possible without violating the BAU confidentiality principle as much as possible.

Reid's occupation is different from other occupations. Every time he goes on a business trip or not, his life is in danger. Even if Clement thinks he is good at black magic, he should pay more attention to his whereabouts so that he can have a fight with the other party before the accident. showdown.

After reading the message, Clement put the phone back in place.

After returning home on Wednesday, the warehouse changed back to Clement's own warehouse. Clement may not be very happy, but the space in the studio is greatly relaxed.

Thanks to Clement, when he has things that he wants to treasure, he stores them in the studio. No matter how big the space of the studio is, it can't hold so many expensive and hard-to-compress sundries.The most typical example is "CaraMia", which was once exhibited in the Quantico Museum of Art. After it was taken away by Lurch, the walls of the studio were strangely thinned.

Clement made himself a simple dinner before entering the studio, and before entering, he even filled a jug of sweet milk into it.Contrary to many people in this world, milk is such a terrible thing, they drink it to help them sleep, but Clement uses it as a refresher.

Night is the time when the human brain needs rest the most, and it is also the time when the brain wave activity is the most intensive and the spark of inspiration burns most beautifully and radiantly during the day.

After Wednesday came, Clement hadn't pursued the wonderful and inspirational dreams in the middle of the night. He had to set a good example for Wednesday.

An easel of equal height stood in front of Clement, and Clement sat on a high stool and painted the first color with a paintbrush.

It was pitch black, and to be honest, Clement hadn't figured out what kind of Spencer he was going to draw this time—yes, Spencer.During this period of time, except for one painting of a decadent feast in Las Vegas, Clement only painted him and Wednesday.

The first color on the canvas is black, and when the black curtain ends, there is no white on the canvas. Clement added another layer of blue. The blue is the blue of a shallow clear lake, but it becomes a dark and indistinguishable blue when he writes on the black curtain.

Clement paints gore and bones and death, but rarely ghosts.

However, this time he chose to put the devil who was expelled from the heresy in the Bible and the terrifying ghost screaming in the divine comedy hell with Spencer in the same picture.This is a blessing, what Clement thought was to protect Spencer, and use the vicious ghosts to frighten those human ghosts that still remained in the world.

Clement's full attention was immersed in the painting.

At four o'clock in the morning, the small Gumanthong-shaped wall clock cried "Wow". It was so light, so light that only Clement nearby could hear it, and it was so heavy, so heavy that Clement's wrist was so heavy when he called it. With a flick of his hand, he swiped the paintbrush in his hand, penetrating through the back of the paper, and dragged a big crack on it. The opening was winding and twisting, like a tearing scar that was difficult to heal.

Clement: "Hmm..."

He compared the viewfinder frame with his finger and brush, and commented on the work: "It was a small accident, but the result is not bad."

"It's time for me to sleep too."

"Spencer hasn't sent a message yet? Has he gotten off the plane yet?" Clement asked himself and answered, Spencer in the painting is tall and slender, hanging upside down in a large gun-shaped dark blue, surrounded by darkness, ghosts and monsters are incarnated in it, with a hideous face yelled at Clement.

Clement threw down his brushes and went to wash and go to bed.

Clement fell asleep straight away until seven o'clock the next night.After waking up this time, he didn't get up and wash his face as usual. Instead, he reached out from the coffin cover to look for his mobile phone. The mobile phone was next to the coffin. He turned on the screen, and there was an unread message on it.

"We're off the plane, now going to the DAYTON police station."

The sending time is seven fifty in the morning.

At that time, Clement was still asleep and didn't hear the message tone, so he grabbed the phone - missed.

Clement was stunned, and went to pick up the phone again with his fingers, and picked it up this time.

Clement thought, "I have a bad feeling."

He didn't think much, and he already dialed Spencer's phone number.

The monotonous default ringtone only rang twice before being picked up by Dr. Reid over there.

Reid was a little surprised and asked, "HiClement?"

"I just got up." Clement said, and immediately smiled back at the little doctor who couldn't see: "Have you finished your work yet?"

Reid looked at Elle on the opposite side reflectively, and then glanced down at the glass and the small green bottle in front of him, his mood soared a lot, "Today's day is over, we just settled down in the hotel, others I'm still looking for clues to this case in the room, I'm with Elle now..."

"Clement?" Elle asked, Reid nodded, and Elle lip-synced to him: "Chat."

"We were chatting," Reid said.

Clement said, "That doesn't sound like the two of you hanging out while everyone else is busy."

Reid smiled naturally: "No, I'm just a little worried..."

"Hey Reid!" Elle called him suddenly, swirled the liquid in the corner glass mixed with the small green bottle of hangover and ice cubes, and said as if he couldn't help it: "I'm still here, flirting Go back to your room."

Reid smiled at her, and pure, unknowing love spread to Elle.

Elle said helplessly, "Go back to your room!"

Reid said, "But we haven't finished talking yet, you don't look well."

Elle smiled and teased: "I'm fine, if you feed me dog food here again, I'll be really bad."

Reid was a little hesitant, and Clement also felt it. He was about to say that he would call later, when he heard Elle over there half-truthfully driving Reid out of her room.

Clement laughed, "It sounds like you were kicked out?"

"That's right," Reid said.

Clement heard the sound of Reid walking, he should have gone to his room, there was a rustling sound of the door opening and closing.

Clement said: "How is your progress, have you encountered any unexpected danger?"

Reid said: "No, I'm just a little worried about Elle, she's not doing well."

Clement softened his voice and said, "Can you talk to me, limited to those you can confide in."

Reid clenched his teeth slightly, puffed out his cheeks, and said with a bit of distress: "I can't tell you the specific situation, but I'm worried about her. Do you know PTSD?"

"Post-traumatic stress disorder can cause anxiety, irritability and other psychological problems," Clement said.

Reid said: "Yes, that's it. In a case before we met, Elle was attacked once, and she was seriously injured and hospitalized. After recovering from the injury, she returned to BAU after only a short period of recuperation. The case is related to her previous profession, she used to be a sex crime expert..."

In fact, since they received this rape case in Dayton, Ohio, Elle's situation has been a bit bad.

During the daytime investigation process, everyone scattered and broke down from all angles. Morgan, JJ and the representative of the Dayton police, a beautiful black-haired policewoman, went to visit the victim at the church school where the serial rapist had been active. Reid, Elle, and Hotch were put into a team, and the three went to see the latest victim.

They were called in to take on the case mainly because the Dayton police found that the serial rapist had somehow diverted his target population from the young and energetic girls in the school. Transferred to mature women over 30 in different fringes of the city.

The serial rapist's modus operandi is very straightforward. He will leave a message for each victim, leave a signature that satisfies his own special fantasy, and then wait in the room. When the victim returns home, he will use a gun Pointing at those women and forcing them to have sex with him.

During the preliminary discussion, Elle commented on the rapist's special behavior: "Maybe he wants to tell everyone that they are in danger of being raped by him."

Reid couldn't tell what was wrong, but Elle didn't look very well when she got off the car in the underground parking lot of the hotel today. She acted overly nervous, and it even made people wonder if she was suspicious.

But this paragraph is inconvenient to say clearly, and Reid is a little vague.

Clement understood what he meant, and didn't pick out those who couldn't ask, but said in a matter-of-fact way: "You mean that AgentElle has a tendency to be obviously affected, right?"

Reid said: "Well, I just wanted to talk to her, but Elle wasn't very interested."

Clement said: "Otherwise, it wouldn't be the two of us talking on the phone now."

He sat on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and talked to Reid with a happy expression.

Reid said honestly: "If Elle wants to, we may have to wait."

Clement smiled and said, "Although the ending is good for me, I have to say, I want you to be happy-for this I can sacrifice this phone call."

Reid also smiled, and after smiling, he sincerely thanked: "Thank you Clement."

Clement: "Thank you?"

Reid immediately changed his mouth and said, "Clement, I like you."

Clement smiled happily: "Spencer, I like you too."

They confessed to each other and chatted a few more words before Clement remembered the purpose of his call. Clement's ability is mysterious, and his senses are keen. If it is not good to say that he was ignorant before the phone call, he understood where the bad feeling came from after communicating with Spencer.

It's not a big problem, and it shouldn't have a big impact on Spencer... Clement thought about it, and asked Reid, "Then do you still want to talk to Elle?"

Reid said: "No, it's too late today, and Elle doesn't want to tell me. I can talk to JJ and the others tomorrow, and their relationship should be better."

Clement said, "I see." It wouldn't do much harm to Spencer, but Spencer cared about Elle.

And Elle is a very good agent. Clement is grateful to every BAU. Regardless of whether Wednesday will be in danger in Maryland, Clement is grateful to BAU for bringing Wednesday to him.

So is Spencer's presence.

"Maybe I have to make another trip." Clement said, not too bothered.

Reid didn't understand and said, "What?"

Clement said, "Would you mind telling me your current address?"

Reid: "Huh? There's no need to keep it secret."

He opened his mouth and reported a string of addresses.

Clement wrote it down on paper, and wrote a draft to explain to Carmen by the way.

Clement said, "I want to see you."

Reid said: "I'm fine, don't worry about me, it's too much trouble to go to Ohio."

"No trouble." Clement said, "Spencer, I miss you now, I want to see you."

Reid's ears were hot, and he said: "Ah, that... Generally speaking, we will only stay here for a few days and go back after solving the case. I'm afraid you will be tired from running back and forth."

Clement sent the edited message.

"No, my fatigue will disappear the moment I see you." His tone was very sincere, with a three-point natural lightness: "The black magic is with you, and you are the source of my energy."

Reid said embarrassedly: "Clement is too exaggerated..."

Clement disagreed: "No way, it's all the truth. You can't deprive me of the right to tell the truth. That's a more arbitrary punishment than the sea banshee."

"Spencer, you are Aman of the people, you cannot accuse the innocent Addams at will!"

Reid had nothing to say, so he could only smile at the phone, laughing so hard that his glasses almost slipped off.

The author has something to say:

Amanofthepeople is a book, which can roughly be translated as the public servant of the people... I don’t know if there is such a saying, so let’s change it to this w

thanks cat girl w

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