[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

The cursor flickered in the corner of the computer screen. Flora was sitting in the office, tapping the "delete key" rhythmically with her index finger, and chaotic thoughts collided in her brain.

—is she crazy?

The changes in the past few months have been a bit big. JJ returned to BAU, and Emily chose to feign death in order to avoid the pursuit of her enemies when she was undercover in the past. Recently, she also returned to BAU.Rhett was a little angry at first. He complained to Flora. He always thought it was wrong for Emily and JJ who knew about the matter to cheat them for so long.

Flora persuaded Rhett in this way: "You all regarded each other as family members, didn't you?"

"That's why they shouldn't lie to me. You know, I've gone to JJ many times to talk about Emily, but she never told me the truth once." When Rhett said this, he was still ashamed This is very angry.

"Then have you ever thought about how sad it would be for them to cheat you because they have no choice?" Flora continued to persuade calmly. She knew Rhett, he treated every friend sincerely, so he didn't want to be cheated.

Rhett just looked at her in silence, finally bowing his head.She believed he would figure it out.

Sure enough, Rhett, who occasionally had to be childish, finally forgave JJ and Emily under the persuasion of her and the team members.

On the other hand, "that person" appears and disappears from time to time, but it is always like an untouchable shadow, leaving no trace except "AP".

A few days ago, the reunited BAU invited Flora to a bar party, and they all expressed their desire to formally meet this girl who had been talking with their little doctor for more than half a year.

"Everyone of them has seen me, hasn't they?" Flora carefully looked at herself in the mirror from head to toe.God, why did she have the mood to formally meet Rhett's parents?

Rhett pinned the brooch he had chosen for Flora, his anxious girlfriend was all in his brown eyes.

He comforted her and said, "You just need to be as usual, it's an internal party."

"So why did you bring me to the internal party..." Flora picked up a suspender dress and gestured in front of her, "How about this one, Spencer."

"I think it's pretty good." Reid blinked and replied seriously, "Because they are my family, and so are you." He said the last few words very slowly, changing his usual language speed.

Flora stopped what she was doing, and met Rhett's clean and penetrating eyes—it really is the rhythm of meeting the parents! ! !

When they arrived, everyone else had already arrived, and the three girls in the group were chatting happily.

JJ was the first to greet her, and she stretched out a hand to Flora, with a sweet smile on her lips: "Jennifer Jeange, you can call me JJ, although we have met twice, I have never Introduced myself. They've already told me about you, I really didn't expect our lad to be with you."

Flora shook that hand. "Flora Lopez, just call me Flora." Oh my God, what should I say next?

JJ discovered Flora's restraint, and pulled her closer to the group of girls.She soon chatted with BAU's passionate girls.

JJ also told Flora mysteriously: "Let me tell you secretly, Rhett invited me to watch a football game a few years ago."

Flora didn't expect that her boyfriend whose EQ fell below the sky from time to time had dated JJ. She didn't reject it and asked very interestedly: "And then?"

JJ answered her this way: "There is no more."

Emily and Garcia said they didn't know the details, so Flora glanced back at Red at the next table.

Rhett and Morgan were having a long chat when Flora approached.

"Red, you guys haven't done that kind of thing, have you?" Morgan raised his forehead, wondering when his little boy will "grow up".

Reid was a little aggrieved: "Actually, according to the book, I have hinted many times..."

"How did you hint?" Morgan was a little relieved, at least his boy still knew the hint.

"When I went to the supermarket with her, my eyes stayed on the condom for more than three seconds." Rhett replied very seriously.

Morgan held his forehead again and rubbed his thick black eyebrows vigorously.

"Not only that!" Seeing Morgan's stiffness, Rhett added, "When I dated her, I tripled the vocabulary usage of the three letters 'S', 'E', and 'X'."

Morgan felt that his eyebrows were almost rubbed off by himself, and it would be a ghost if the girl could understand.

"What are you talking about?" Flora leaned close to the round table, looking at Reid with a serious face and Morgan rubbing his forehead in confusion.

"We're talking about yesterday's baseball game!" Morgan had an idea and winked at Rhett, "You say yes, young man."

"Yes! James' ball was wonderful!" Reid nodded vigorously.

"LeBron James? Doesn't he play basketball?"

Are they kidding her? =. =?

Morgan sighed heavily, chose to leave, and threw the mess to this "genius" who knew nothing about sports.

"No, no, no, the James I'm talking about is another one." Reid searched the database vigorously, trying to find a James who played baseball.

Flora looked indifferent, and went straight to the topic: "I came to ask you, JJ said you invited her to watch a football game, what happened after that?"

"What happened?" Rhett repeated, and then his face was embarrassed, "It was a nightmare, and I have chosen to forget it."

"Oh? Is there anything else you can't remember?" Flora became more and more interested.

"Flora, you need to know that when people remember, new and specific synaptic connections will be established between neurons..."

"Okay, Spencer, don't mention it if you don't want to." Flora conceded.

When the man stopped her, Flora was walking to the bar alone to ask the bartender to give her another low-alcohol cocktail.

The man looked to be in his early 30s, with short curly brown hair. He was sitting alone at the bar, drinking a glass of ordinary dark beer.

"Alone?" he greeted friendly.

"No, my friends are over there." Flora glanced at where the BAU team members were.You must know that people with bad intentions usually restrain themselves when they see young ladies walking with them.

"I've been watching you since just now." The man took a sip of the beer on his watch and said to her honestly.

"Sorry, I already have a boyfriend. If you want to ask if we met somewhere next time, forget it."

She couldn't understand why the dating words are always the same when technology is changing with each passing day?

The man didn't respond, and he continued talking to himself: "I want to say, I can see that we may be the same kind of people."

"Yes, we are all primates."

"No, I meant the other side."

Flora took the cocktail handed by the bartender and observed the man carefully again.The white man has a pair of slanted thick eyebrows, and the faint stubble on his chin is not obvious, but it adds a little masculine charm to him.His eyes looked at her kindly, but there was no hint of casual teasing in it.

"What do you mean?"

The man noticed that she finally had some interest in what he said, and continued: "I'm a forensic doctor, and I always deal with all kinds of murderers and corpses, so I can see what kind of person you are."

In fact, there are other reasons, but the forensic doctor does not seem to intend to say.

"What type? Corpse?"

Flora suspected that there must be something wrong with this person.Come on, her boyfriend is not only an FBI but also a profiler, and the serial murderers they have come into contact with will definitely not be less than a forensic doctor.

"Did you ever witness a murder when you were a child?"

"how do you know?"

Flora, who was about to ignore this strange man again and leave the bar, stopped and looked at him with a frown.

"Because I said that I smell the same kind from you, no, maybe it is the smell of a possible kind." The man paused, and continued, "You must have been diagnosed with PTSD."

—He was right again.

"What do you want to say?"

"I just want to tell you that there's a good chance you're a would-be murderer. Either maybe not now, or you already are."

"Are you crazy?" Flora felt that this person was a little unreasonable.

"Maybe you should think about whether you are crazy." He took out a banknote from his pocket and threw it on the bar.

"Flora, I see you haven't come back, what happened?"

Flora turned around hastily when she heard Rhett's voice.

"No, I just met someone."

"Is it your friend?" Rhett looked behind Flora.

"Not really." When Flora looked back, the man had already left, but his words were still lingering in Flora's chest.

"Go back." Flora tried to perfunctory.

——"You should think about whether you are crazy."

Flora's hand that hit the "delete button" stopped.She has been grinding the man's words for the past few days.

She declined Reid's invitation to have dinner tonight on the pretext that she forgot to leave cat food. After returning home, she turned on the computer as soon as she got home, double-clicked to open the encrypted folder listed in the upper left corner of the desktop, and then all kinds of cases at the scene Photos are exposed.

If "that person" was less than 30 years old when she was nine years old, then now she is 25 years old, and after 16 years, "that person" will be nearly fifty years old.

In Rhett's words, what kind of reason would stimulate a person who has been silent for more than ten years to commit crimes again?

No, "crime" cannot be used.In fact, it has been difficult for Flora to use an accurate vocabulary to describe a person who never did anything herself, but just went around the crime scene to leave some traces before the police.

——It was purely like looking for a sense of existence.

Flora glanced at the empty room, and her eyes fell on the two cats, one black and one hundred, on the protruding window sill.

What if—a startling idea popped up in her mind—"that person" did not reappear, and he died of illness or boredom for some reason, ten years later, that is, the person who appeared now "That person", not "he"?

Pai still enthusiastically rubbed the little white cat he brought back.

If the speculation is correct, then the imitator at least knows and understands "that person" and has an incentive to imitate.

Finally, Pai couldn't bear the gaze of the shit-shoveling officer Zhi Guoguo. He gave Flora a haughty look of contempt, jumped off the window sill with his own kitten, and left the bedroom.

After a few minutes of thinking, Flora turned to a search engine: [The link between PTSD and schizophrenia. ]

She finally summed up this sentence from the global engine library: Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) in childhood is the most difficult to cure. Multiple personalities are derived, and they choose to escape or protect themselves.

Not long after Flora was on the Internet, "that person" came into view again; in the speech at Stanford University, "that person" coincidentally appeared in the case beside her; and the latest GPS serial killer happened to be where she was. The word "AP" appeared on the Virginia scene...

——Should she think, is she crazy?

The author has something to say: Note: The passer-by is Dexter

The next plot direction has already taken off, and the author almost got away with it.