Black friday

In the legends of fantasy epics, language is a kind of mysterious magic technique, and the words spit out from the mouth of the spiritual master will become absolute reality. This language is called the language spirit by the public.

"Prayers for you," Clement said.

But he is not a witch like Grandma and Morticia, and the words he speaks can become "curses" or other "spells". All he can do is follow the steps of his intuition, and look for Elle's traces, guided by the dangerous aura on Elle.

"It's coming soon." Clement whispered, "I can smell the wind and rain coming... The gunpowder smoke breaks through the ground and spreads around, stimulating my senses."

Clement followed Reid to the hotel where BAU stayed and got a room in the hotel.Accompanied by Reid, he went into the room and put down his backpack, then pulled Reid out the door together.

Reid said, "Where is this going? Do you have anything else to do?"

Seeing that Clement didn't even bring a pen and paper, he knew that Clement didn't want to take advantage of the last time to enjoy the scenery of Dayton, or to visit the Dayton Air Force Museum just because of the name, so he couldn't help but wonder why Clement pulled him out.

Clement was originally leading the way, but when he heard Reid's question, he turned around and walked backwards.He raised his finger and said mysteriously, "Black magic guides my steps."

They sprinted non-stop, as fast as Reid was physically able to.

"Are you going to find Elle?" Reid suddenly paused, looking into Clement's eyes with happiness, and said, "Are you here because...Elle will have an accident?"

There was a little smile in Clement's dark eyes: "Why do you think so?"

Reid said: "I don't know, I just feel that everything you say and do from the beginning of our meeting tells me that you have made a decision in your heart about your purpose in coming to Ohio and Dayton to find me."

Clement said: "Dr. Reid is as smart as ever."

He took Reid's hand from Reid's wrist to his palm, lifted Reid's hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, saying: "My purpose of coming here is very simple, I want to prevent a death that shouldn't happen bureau."

Reid muttered: "A dead end that shouldn't happen?"

His eyes lit up slightly, and after they were bright, they were stained with anxiety, and he walked forward again: "What is Elle going to do? She didn't come back with us today, what will she do? We thought she Just to get out and relax, but what if not?"

He said sadly: "Elle put too much psychological pressure on herself in this case."

Clement said, "You're too fast Spencer."

With a slight force on his hand, he stopped Reid's hurried pace, and the speed of the two of them returned to the same speed as before, allowing Reid to walk quickly without being unbearable.

"Don't worry, we will find the serial rapist before Elle. When we find him, we will know what Elle is trying to do—and we can stop her." Clement comforted Reid, and specifically mentioned Another heavy topic: "You see I left early so I didn't have to take a taxi."

As expected, Reid was stunned by his words, and the beating heart in his chest calmed down a little. He looked at Clement and said, "Gracias."

Gracias, thank you in Spanish, they heard it many times in those days in Barcelona.

Clement frowned: "Is there a difference between 'Thanks' and 'Gracias'?"

Reid's eyes were harmless, and he wasn't aggressive at all when he landed on someone: "Yes, you told me not to say 'Thanks'."

Clement said, "But they're all 'thank you.'"

Reid pursed his lips and said, "Because I really don't know what to say."

"If Elle is really impulsive... then it's really an ending we don't want to see." Reid's eyes were serious, with his unique, nerdy stubbornness: "I want to tell you on behalf of everyone." Say thank you."

Clement grabbed his neck, touched his forehead to himself, and said, "Spenser and none of us want to see that kind of ending."

It never should have turned out that way.

This is the stubbornness that Reid believes in, and it is also the ending that Clement is trying to change.

They rushed to the police station after nightfall to investigate the home address of the suspected rapist. Clement and Reid hid nearby, waiting for the suspected rapist and Elle to appear. .

The car swept the headlights into the garage, and the suspect who could not be clearly identified got out of the car, and before he could get out of the garage, Elle, who had changed back into her trousers wallet, walked up to him.

"You know I'll never hurt them." The suspect is a half-haired man with a cringe in his shoulders, but when he talks to Elle, let alone Elle's emotions, just Even Reid's breath became unstable in an instant.

Clement clasped his fingers on Reid's wrist, and shook his head slightly at him.

not the right time yet.

Clement leaned close to his ear and said in a breathy voice, "Recording?"

Reid's clenched fist was loosened under Clement's hands, and he hesitated to take out the recording pen. In the hotel, Clement only put down his backpack and drawing equipment, but Reid's messenger bag was still attached to him for a moment.

Reid just took out the voice recorder from the messenger bag.

Clement said: "Record it, and delete it when it doesn't work."

Reid: "Yeah."

After saying a word, they stopped communicating and listened to the movement in the garage.

It has to be said that the way the suspect is pretending to be stupid or has mental problems really irritates Elle.

Elle was already full of dissatisfaction and anger, and after being provoked by him like that, she almost couldn't control herself.

"You know I would never hurt them."

"Is that why you let me go?"

"You are beautiful."

"Why did you choose such a dangerous job?"

"You should find a man to take care of you."

"No...you are here because you want me to say thank you."

"Thank you."

"You've made a lot of women very happy."

Sentences of morbid sticky and wet speeches sounded like interrogations to Elle's ears, which made her feel like she was standing naked|naked in the ice and snow at this moment, accepting the torture of wind, frost, rain and snow.

Such associations made Elle feel insecure, and her fingers twitched, wanting to draw the gun.

"I won't rest until I get rid of you," she said.

she was

With trembling lips, scarlet eyes: "I didn't let you go."

The suspect thought he had pushed the red-eyed policewoman away. His inner numbness did not allow him to understand such complex emotions. Red eye sockets are not only a precursor to tears, but also an outburst of madness.

He staggered away from Elle's body and headed home.

Elle turned around and shouted, "Hey Lee!"

The action of drawing the gun was only for a moment, Elle pointed at the suspect who turned back, and firmly buckled her fingers.

choke--

Something faster than her smashed into the air.

It was an unsharpened magic prop knife.

The throwing knife accurately smashed Elle's penis to a distance of more than ten meters without hurting Elle's fingers.

Clement and Reid ran out from the shadows, Reid drew his gun and pointed at the suspect, saying, "FBI! Squat down!"

This quick and quick surprise made both Elle and the suspect startled. Elle suddenly realized what she was doing just now, and her eyes were fixed on Clement immediately.

Clement waved his hand. Elle didn't understand the meaning of this action. The knife that flew out with the police earlier flew back in a curved shape. Flicked over the raised hands, and swept back to Clement's hands in the invisible wind.

Clement didn't know when to put on a leather glove. He caught the blood-stained prop knife with the glove. Even if the flying blade didn't strike, it could cut through human skin. Clement blew a happy whistle: " With Addams, there are no darts you can't miss."

Clement and Reid walked up to Elle and said, "It fits perfectly."

Elle was stunned, and looked at the two with red eyes: "Reid Clement, you..."

"It shouldn't be," Reid said.

His expression and voice are very serious, and he is unshakable when talking about issues of principle, "Elle, we all believe in you, believe that you can come out, and will come with you."

Elle closed her eyes and blinked back the sudden tears: "What do you know..."

"You guys don't understand my despair at that time. I saw my father. I thought I would really go to another world with him. I was in pain..."

Reid put away the gun and reached out to Elle: "Elle, we are partners."

He looked at Elle with calm and sincere eyes: "You were injured at the time, everyone was very anxious, we all prayed for your safety, we finally caught the murderer and avenged you and other victims. We finally defeated him."

"You shouldn't have done that today," he said.

"You are a professional expert in sex crimes and abduction cases. You used to be the police officer with the highest detection rate in Seattle for three consecutive years. You also entered the BAU. I didn't even think that I could enter the BAU."

He smiled, proudly, proudly, a smile that the always shy Dr. Reid would not show, "You are so powerful, you shouldn't ruin your career for such a person."

Clement also said: "It shouldn't be like this."

"Because it's not worth it."

Elle burst into tears in an instant, but she covered her face. Elle Greenaway has always been strong and knowledge-seeking since she entered BAU, and she even had her own dissatisfaction with GideonElle—what was she thinking at that time? Elle can't remember, the memory of the past is blurred in the cage of pain, but whenever she thinks of how powerful Gideon is, Elle will regard him as her idol, and set up the belief that she must surpass him.

Elle came out of her palm with a crying voice, muffled and depressed: "I'm sorry, sorry..."

Reid held her hand and said, "Lookatme."

"Elle you did nothing wrong."

"everything will get better."

"Everyone will be with you."

Clement left the place to these two people, went to the side to pick up Elle's penis, and watched the serial rapist who didn't dare to get up after being frightened to the ground.

Clement put the prop knife into a transparent bag, and dialed another FBI number on the mobile phone: "Hello, Ms. Garcia, can you please inform other BAU members, we are using a little Legal means to get the suspect's DNA... We didn't fight, it's just a disagreement, don't worry..."

The author has something to say:

Finally finished writing this paragraph, which is also a case that I am super concerned about.To be honest, the first time I saw Elle, I fell in love with this female police officer who is always in a state of "jumping". She is great, handsome, and very, very likable. I like everyone in BAU, and she is no exception.I even skipped this episode at one point because I didn't want to see Elle and BAU have such a conflict because no one was wrong, I was just too sad to accept such an ending.

Borrowing Hannibal Graham's experience of returning to the front line and being evaluated by a psychiatrist, this is a very important part of Hannibal's plot-but I want to say Criminal Minds, Criminal Minds I don’t know if there is such an assessment in the (FBI), but Elle undoubtedly didn’t do it. I don’t think she can pass that level with her mental state, and it was agreed in the BAU not to profile each other, which led to this An episode of tragedy.

But I don't think it should end that way. Even if Elle wanted to leave, it was decent, fine, leaving as a good partner, not in such a fragmented, almost embarrassing posture. Elle is undoubtedly a strong person and a great profiler. Her ending should not be like this, it shouldn't be like this.

So with this part of the story, to cover my grievances, and even BAU's friendship.

>Of course, I heard outside the play that the actors are not used to the environment and they want to leave, so I won’t put that into it...

>>I just said that the daily update is good, but it seems that it will be changed back to five days and stored for two days. I have been a bit busy these two days. I have no time to fish during the day and only code words after get off work. I cried.See you at zero o'clock on the 25th as usual wwww

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