Black friday

People and people only rely on understanding, neither worship nor hate.

—Elbert Hbbert.

It was a gloomy afternoon, Reid didn't need to go to the FBI to report, and Clement didn't plan to go out for the time being, both of them hid in the warehouse.

After the decoration, the owner laid a thick layer of dark green velvet blanket in the study room, and a low table was set up in the middle of the blanket. There was a cup of coffee and a cup of boiled water on the low table for the two people beside it. drink.At this time, Reid and Clement each occupied a corner of the low table and were writing vigorously, with the same type of letter paper and different types of pens under their hands.

Clement, holding a dipped quill, finally drew a complicated and delicate signature on the letter paper, then pushed the paper with wet ink aside, looked at Reid who was still writing, and said, "Let's work together later. Go to post a letter, and you can also take a walk on the road."

He thought of the vast snow scene and gloomy sky outside, and the whole world became perverted and cold under the rendering of winter: "It's rare that the weather is so good today."

Reid said, "Let's go together then."

He was still working on his letter, a letter to Diana.

Clement said, "Let's visit your mother for Christmas."

Reid raised his head, smiled at him and said, "Okay."

Clement put his hands back on the ground with the palms of his hands, tensed his back and said, "Spencer, I haven't asked you what Diana likes. I have to prepare a gift for her in advance."

While writing, Reid said: "Diana likes to read books very much. In fact, there is no need to send anything, Diana will be happy as long as she sees you."

Clement smiled, "Really?"

He raised his face slightly, stared at Reid, and said, "What do you usually say when you correspond with her?"

"I sent her a letter last time. In her reply, she said that you were too busy to take care of her, but she also said that she was complaining casually. She also likes your current state very much."

Reid was stunned for a moment, and then said: "So you all talked about this in the correspondence?"

Clement said: "You are our common topic."

Reid smiled.

Reide also put down his pen, which dries faster than a dip pen, and carefully sandwiched the letter paper into a book, then stuffed the book into the shelf.

Clement wondered, "What are you?"

Reid said: "There are some problems that I can't figure out, so I won't write for now."

He changed his posture and sat down, took a sip of the still steaming coffee, and said, "You also know about Diana's condition, schizophrenia messed up her memory, when she talked about her condition... It's one-sided, in the past, she likes to tell me about her experience when she was young, when she was a university professor."

Clement took off his glasses with his hands: "What else?"

"In letters we mostly talk about my job." Reid bowed his head so that Clement could take his glasses off his face.

Clement liked Reid's eyes, the clean, pure eyes with no mirrors behind them.

Clement squeezed the glasses cloth to wipe Reid's glasses, "How do you say?"

Reid said "hmm", his eyes flickered for a few seconds.

Clement folded his glasses and put them away, smiling at him, waiting for Spencer to figure out what to say.

Reid pondered for less than a dozen seconds before sorting out his emotions and said, "I remember you like detective literature very much."

Clement twitched his lips and said, "Yes, I would like to read so many—" He measured the unwarranted height and width with his hands, "So many detective novels."

"I've always wondered how I can learn to restrain my personality - when I do something radical, I have to be careful not to leave my signature on the scene, it would be too suspenseful and fun to speak of. "

Following his example, Reid tilted his head and said, "But I know your secret—you'll never really do these things."

Clement pretended to be distressed and said, "It's not good, Dr. Reid saw through my blindfold."

"Clement." Reid called him, his eyes rolled into a smile: "I seem to know something else, why Wednesday is your little admirer."

Clement said affirmatively: "It's not like, Wednesday just admires my knowledge of this field. I want to declare that it is a good habit to read detective novels. A long time ago, I coaxed a little girl for a week with a collection of Detective Poirot. None sad."

Reid exclaimed: "You are really amazing."

"I can do better." Clement said, "I'll make every day you're with me a joy.

"Spencer, I'm really afraid that you will be full of abundant happiness, and in the end you can't bear this kind of torture anymore and choose to leave me."

Reid was caught off guard and faced the frank confession of his lover, his face turned red all of a sudden.However, given that Clement is a sweet and scary beauty every day, before Reid's brain can react, his body responds first.Without any shyness, he responded subconsciously: "Don't forget that the pain you think is the ironclad proof of our happiness, you don't have to doubt this at all, I..."

His brain has also seen through Clement's mind, and he lowered his voice to coax his coquettish lover, "I like you, and I am willing to suffer that kind of pain for you."

Clement was so skilled that he pushed away the table in front of the two of them within minutes, and the table moved smoothly under the bookcase, and the coffee and water on it just swung lightly and there was no follow-up.

Clement moved quickly but gently threw Reid down, and said with a smile in his voice, "Spencer, you can always say something that blows my mind—"

Clement and Reid laughed and rolled a few times on the carpet, and only a few times.Both of them are not indulgent|desire|erotic|erotic characters. After the first intimate contact, they seldom lose control of themselves, and no matter where they are at the moment, they will talk to each other.

Clement hugged Reid and sat up, and the two worked together to get the topic back to its original place.

Reid said: "I often communicate with Diana about my work. Once—before I met you, we were invited to the Mexican police station to crack a serial rape case that evolved into a burglary murder case."

Clement said, "And then?"

Reid said: "Because of the bad influence of the case, we also met the district attorney, who is a complete cold and hard hawk. Looking at a woman who is not humane, people in the team don't like her very much."

"But when we identified a suspect and rushed to his home, we found that a victim led several other victims to attack the criminal." Reid smiled happily, "Those victims Man is brave, they taught him a lesson, it's just the law...you know."

Clement nodded: "Yes."

Reid said: "At that time we asked a lot, those girls shouldn't be punished, and the law should be reasonable sometimes. Then the prosecutor told us an old Mexican proverb-"

Reid imitated another sheriff's translation: "Home is not built on the land, it's built on women."

"Wow." Clement yelled with a smile: "I can predict that, with your honest bau's thinking logic, maybe your opinion of her will be wiped out all at once."

Reid said: "Yes, we were all very surprised, but it's always a happy ending."

Reid said: "This is how I share these joys with Diana."

"Cases are always the incarnation of misery and the root of unhappiness, but I cannot deny that it is a great appreciation for us to encounter such a fairly good ending."

Clement tightly hugged Reid's shoulder and neck, kissed his ear tip, and said, "Will you share your happiness with Diana, and also share with her the misfortune you encountered at work?"

Reid said, "It will."

"That was another case that was too ridiculous and horrific," Reid said. "Young beautiful girl never opened her eyes to see this just because she kindly gave directions to a stranger driving a car during her morning jog." The world's chance."

Reid lowered his eyes and said: "I still remember her family tortured themselves for this, 'I taught her kindness, did I teach her wrong?'"

"The Japanese writer Osamu Dazai also wrote in his world-renowned "Disqualification in the World" 'I ask God, is trust also a sin? Is a pure and innocent heart of trust also a sin?'"

Clement was not in a hurry to comfort Reid, and he quoted the above passage just to express his point of view.

Clement's tone was ordinary, but the meaning in his words was cruel and ruthless, extremely indifferent.

...It is also very reasonable.

Clement said: "Innocent trust is wrong. Kindness is wrong.

"They are all ghosts who are enslaved by tigers, and they are the weaknesses of others that are firmly grasped by those with evil intentions."

"But," Clement stared at Reid's eyes, the eyes that fascinated him, and said softly, "But truth and reason have always run counter to each other, and the judgment card of right and wrong will never be held by evil people."

"Despicable is the passport of the mean, and noble is the epitaph of the noble." Reid closed his eyes, but his lips curled up: "Clement, you are the most sober."

"Every time."

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