Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

BAU recognized the red hood in the photo sent by Garcia at a glance - of course they can recognize it, you must know that Gotham, as the city with the highest crime rate and the most complex city in the United States, has always been an important internal research topic for them. By the time of historical changes, all the characters who made a big fuss in Gotham will be carefully collected by them and used as a typical analysis and research when there is no case. Xia, BAU is the person who knows them best.

Well, probably better than Batman from an academic point of view.

After all, BAU's genius doctor Spencer Reid has written dozens of papers on clowns, and has deeply discussed the safe area of ​​clowns' criminal methods and behavior patterns from the psychological point of view, social point of view and even philosophical point of view. Taking clowns as a case includes but Not limited to studying his language habits and writing habits and the emotional fluctuations and psychological changes behind these habits, and after discussing with the team members and repeatedly revising the papers, he sent the papers to the Gotham Police Department. I hope these papers can be given to Gotham The police provide some help.

Who makes the Gotham police almost never seek external counseling support, and the BAU team can't intervene in their cases without authorization.

What's more, many cases have already been cleaned up by the vigilantes patrolling Gotham before they reach the police plan.

Is it called Batman... come on?

Rhett pursed his lips and listened to Garcia's excited chatter on the phone, and turned another page of the information she had just faxed.

Compared with Batman, who can't even catch a shadow, Red Hood and Doctor Chris, who only appeared in Gotham last year, do not lack image data. A short surveillance video was picked up from the gangster's internal website. In the video, the red hood and the doctor took down nearly twenty heavily armed thugs with bare hands. Shout out, the video of just a few tens of seconds made the little doctor, who has not yet reached the basic physical fitness standard of the FBI, feel that his body is also subtly producing phantom pain.

——God, they can still drink wine while toasting, throwing down their heads with their heads up and throwing the unfinished whiskey bottle at the enemy with a punch that broke the bridge of the nose. The young man calmly wiped his hands on the fallen thug, and the curvature of the corners of his lips did not change, but he just lowered his head and was dissatisfied with the blood stains on the corner of his clothes.

"It's as if it was made by special effects in a movie!" Garcia's voice seemed to be screaming, and they could hear the crackling sound of their fat girl typing on the keyboard through the phone, digging out more information.

"Calm down BabyGirl." Morgan tapped the edge of the document. "They're dangerous."

He can fully understand Garcia's current mood. Although they have studied Gotham's criminals for a long time and sent them to the Gotham police, they can gather a series of Gotham villains. Object this is the first time.

Even with the surveillance video and a little technology, Garcia knows the clown's measurements like the back of his hand.

"Oh! Oh! I know! I know they are dangerous!" Garcia held his chest and panted to calm himself down, and took out a tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "How could I not recognize him?" Oh my god, he didn't even change his name, how could I not recognize him!"

Chris Elf, a character that BAU had held a meeting to study several times, Red Hood appeared in Gotham half a year ago, and his debut work was to blow up three underground black markets overnight, sneaking the entire Gotham police in Gotham Tan goes around in circles, announcing his arrival with explosions and sirens.

It is true that from the point of view of tactics, the Red Hood is obviously more violent and occupies more discourse power, but Chris is the one who is at the top of the list of dangers listed by BAU for Gotham.

He is calm, self-controlled, smart and highly planned, and he controls his and Red Hood's actions with ease, so that he can obtain the greatest benefit and sufficient safety every time, like a lurking spider quietly weaving a huge and fine web. The sky is full of nets, watching with cold eyes and waiting for opportunities, even in the most passionate fights, he casually seems to be playing a boring game.

This is the most dangerous kind of prisoner, dangerous enough for BAU to put him on the alert list instantly.

However, compared to other villains who are eager to make some big noises almost all the time, Chris and the red hood are quite low-key types. They were mentioned in the BAU's internal discussion group by the new General Bane who appeared in Gotham within a few days. replace.

"He changed his hairstyle, and he didn't wear glasses." Rossi put down the photo in his hands. In the photo, Chris still had dark gray medium-length hair tied up casually. Most of the time, it was loose and messy and fell on his forehead. "He is like a chameleon, he can blend into any environment without any sense of disobedience, and he can easily change into even the most different colors, which is enough to fool the world." The sharpest eyes."

What kind of Chris did they see in the shop? His short dark gray hair was well-groomed, he was gentle and elegant like a good old man with no temper at all. When he was writing with his head down, he was still brewing black tea with glasses, and the water was steaming. Zhong smiled slightly and even the surrounding air seemed to become gentle and warm.

This change in temperament is earth-shaking, so even Rossi, who has handled countless cases, failed to recognize him, but felt a little bit of disobedience intuitively.

"Hey! Guess what I found again?" Garcia yelled, "Chris Elf is actually related to the Wayne family! I actually missed this before!"

"Wayne? That Bruce Wayne?" Hodge looked at the team members looking around and raised his eyebrows, "Occasionally I also read entertainment magazines."

"No, no, it's not him." Garcia took a sip of herbal tea from a mug and continued, "It's Jason Todd, the adopted son of the Wayne family who died unexpectedly before and came back recently. He's a bad boy."

She sent over the electronic version of several bail orders signed with Chris' name, and there were no serious crimes, basically underage drinking and driving or vandalism of public facilities. The boy with two gray hairs looks full of hostility. From the surveillance, he is also unhappy every time he is released on bail by Chris, like an angry hedgehog. locked in.

——If Jason was here at this time, he would definitely curse at the corner of his eye and show BAU on the spot how he swung his fist at Chris. He was almost overtaken by a police car from behind, so he didn't throw the car away in embarrassment, took off his clothes, took off his mask, poured half a bottle of wine on his body, and ran into him as Jason Todd to get away with it. He had to spend the night at the police station and was stinked by Bruce The face preached.

"If it has something to do with the Wayne family, it's no wonder that no cases related to him have been filed." JJ frowned. One of the characteristics of Gotham's chaos is that many cases can't be found even if they know that it happened with the police. Records, no one reported the case, no one filed the case, and no one investigated. Gotham has its own operating mode that is completely different from the outside world, silently obliterating countless cases in the dark.

So even if it is like now, they have almost irrefutable photos and videos in their hands, and there is no reason to arrest Chris. After all, these cases do not exist at all with the police, and they cannot exist at all.

Unless they can prove that Chris is the murderer of the case they have, he will be as clean as an innocent lamb on the file, the kind who has never done anything bad.

"Ah oh..." Garcia looked at the few documents that popped up in front of her and let out an unconscious sigh. The property right of a shop is hung under the name. This shop used to belong to Chris Elf. It mainly deals in spices and tea, just like those in those movies. Even vigilantes have to have a cover identity... Oh! I I want to say that the employee of Chris’s store, Mark Frank, a 35-year-old former Gotham homeless, has been missing for a month and a half—almost when Chris left Gotham!”

"It seems that we have to talk to him again." Rossi put down the document and said.

"Or invite him over to talk." Hodge stood up and put on his suit jacket, nodded to Morgan and said, "Morgan, come with me."

"Hodge, are you going with Morgan, are you going?" Garcia stammered and put down the mug and stood up, and continued after a while, "Be careful...I mean, although you two are very strong, You've seen the video, he can hit a dozen, oh god what the hell am I talking about..."

"Okay, my good girl, we will come back safely." Morgan comforted with a smile, "Chris Elf is not a violent criminal."

Chris felt his nose was itchy, so he raised his hand and rubbed it, and nimbly held Peter, who was running around the room, pinching his nose and lifting his chin to drink the medicine in one go. The messy clothes on the good boy brought out the medicine box and slowly cleaned up the wounds on his body that were cut by glass and broken porcelain. His movements were gentle enough to make any person he treated think that he was dreaming before he saw it. Chris took care of the wound slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting someone.

This is mainly due to the fact that Chris is in a really good mood now. Anyone who suddenly finds out that he has made a very profitable business can't help being happy. Besides, Chris feels that this business was picked for nothing. benefit.

He saw the light in Peter. When Peter refused to forgive but privately asked Casey to forgive Captain Fidel who took care of him, he saw the firmness and shining brilliance under the ordinary and ordinary appearance of the boy. soul.

——Of course it is still ordinary and ordinary. What Peter possesses is the firmness and light he possesses as an ordinary person, just like the stars in the night sky. He will not turn his little clerk into a saint or someone with superpowers, he will also be timid, fearful, and struggling, and like everyone living in the world, he can't ask for joy, sorrow, sorrow, and joy, but this The firmness and radiance in his soul are enough to make him no matter how much he struggles, how painful he is, how many times he goes astray, he can unswervingly go back to the right path in the end, and do his best to illuminate the darkness around him, Even if there is only a little bit, he is trying to shine.

It is precisely because it is ordinary, unremarkable among thousands of stars, that it is even more precious.

Chris has seen too many lights. Bruce Wayne is the last crescent moon in the deepest and darkest night of Gotham. He is colder, darker and inaccessible than anything, but also brighter than anything, strong and indestructible, so Chris I can't help teasing him, even wanting to destroy him uncontrollably, to get a glimpse of the dark night; Jason, oh, his cute little Jason desires light and warmth even more than him, Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so worried about Mr. Wayne until now. From a certain point of view, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Wayne being wary of him, because Chris is indeed like Faust’s Murphy Stoffelis is as keen to bring wavering souls to hell, or like Lord Henry, earnestly and kindly seducing Dorian Gray's fall.

But the stars, the light of a star always has to travel farther than the light of the moon or the sun to light such a small, insignificant light in the night sky.

Chris couldn't help softening at the association.

The kind of tenderness that was born from the faint but never-ending flickering light when people looked up at the starry sky, forgetting all evil thoughts from the deepest part of their hearts.

Chris prepared nutritional supplements for the weak and exhausted Peter—a young man who has just awakened always needs a little special supplement, but he just rolled up Peter's sleeve and before the needle was inserted, the door behind him was slammed Then kick it away.

"FBI! Put down the needle in your hand!"

The author has something to say:

Human beings are born towards the light, without light, one cannot locate one's own existence in the dark, which means a complete loss of direction.

When setting the CP at that time, it was out of this consideration that the little spider was set [cover face]

Now that the hero and the little spider just met, there must be no sparks. I set the relationship line of the growth department.