I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

Ethan tried calling his adoptive parents, but no one answered.

"I want to go home and have a look." Ethan put down the phone, looked at Al beside him, and said softly, "I want to go back and ask them what's going on."

Al shook his head in disapproval. Before she could speak, Sherlock, who was already impatient, suddenly said, "They will take you there whether you go or not. If you want to go, you can go out and stand on the street later. In five minutes someone will put you in a car and take you away."

"This really respects me." Ethan said with a little sweat on his forehead, "Why don't I go back and participate, maybe they just want me to wear a wizard's clothes and dance by the fire."

Ethan bets Sherlock looked like he was about to cry when he finished saying that.

"You can only dance in the fire." Sherlock snorted coldly, turned and started to walk out.

Hodge stepped forward to stop him and said, "We can continue to cooperate."

"I don't need to cooperate." Sherlock ignored Hodge and pulled Watson out of the office.

JJ sighed helplessly, and quickly followed to prevent them from being detained in the building because of their unknown identities.

"I think Sherlock is angry." Ethan rubbed his red nose, leaned over to Al and whispered, "I didn't notice just now, did he argue with Rhett?"

"Red won't quarrel with him." Al said without hesitation: "When we were investigating his information, the policemen in the UK who had worked with him all commented, weird genius, A weirdo who isn't easy to get along with."

Jerry pushed Al and defended Sherlock: "He's easy to get along with, right, Tom."

No cat answered it, and Tom, who is experienced in courtship, has realized that there is a big problem with their model of getting along.

What they said and did just now is like two GAYs flirting with each other crazily.

How could this be possible, Tom was still counting on having a lot of cubs with the mother cat, and he had already thought of the names.The female is called a small cake, and the male is called a small cream cake.

Jerry thought it was unhappy, so he ran up to it to make faces.

Tom flicked his tail and thought in disgust, what a stupid mouse it is, how could a cat want to be with it.

It really wanted to kick Jerry away, but just as it lifted its foot, Garcia picked him up and pressed him into his arms for a kiss.

She called the kitten while kissing its cheek.

The love grew heavier and Tom felt as if he was suffocating as he buried himself in Garcia's chest.

Ethan ignored Tom's call for help, he looked at Hodge nervously and said, "What shall we do now."

"We have prepared a safe house for you, you just need to stay in it." Hodge looked at Ethan carefully, and he said with a frown: "I have always wanted to make sure of one thing, you really believe in the 'red goat' to your adoptive parents ' do you know nothing about it?"

Ethan nodded sincerely, and Al said puzzledly, "Hodge?"

"You have lived with them for nearly 17 years. You may not have been directly involved in the 'Red Goat'. But since you have a special status, they must have given you some training to make you more adaptable to the sacrificial ceremony."

Hodge didn't mean to be aggressive. Although his expression was still serious, he didn't make Ethan feel pressured.

Ethan's tense body gradually relaxed. He recalled: "I have learned a lot of languages ​​since I was a child. What kind of blood is that?"

Hodge replied nasally, motioning him to continue.

Ethan frowned tightly, and he closed his eyes into memories.

While Ethan was seriously recalling, a vague picture appeared in Jerry's mind.

"Tom Tom, have you seen it? It's so amazing." Jerry looked at the stairs that suddenly appeared in front of him, and said to Tom in surprise: "I seem to be able to see Ethan's memory, have you seen this staircase? Hanging a big red sheep's head."

Tom didn't see the stairs, still less the sheep's head.It only saw Jerry with his eyes closed and his hands stretched out, walking like a blind man.

"What did he remember, what did you see?" Tom held Jerry down with his paw, preventing it from hitting the corner of the table.

"It seems like, shh, someone is coming." Jerry said nervously. It was in an old and simple house. This should be the perspective of Ethan when he was a child. After all, the mouse is not very tall.

This should be the lobby on the first floor, and the surrounding furniture has been blurred. Jerry squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but he could only see a little blurry outline.

This living room is huge, everything is foggy and unrecognizable, only the blood-red goat's head on the wall is particularly clear.I don't know if it's Jerry's illusion, but he always feels that the goat's head is covered with sticky things, and it seems that some liquid is slowly flowing down the horns.

The perspective moves slowly, and a woman whose face cannot be seen clearly appears in front of Jerry, holding a large bowl in her hand.Only the mouth can be seen clearly on the face covered with a layer of mist.Her mouth kept laughing, and her lips were terribly red.

"Ethan, drink it up before it's too late." She put the bowl to Jerry's mouth.

The little Ethan in the memory took the bowl obediently, and drank the blood inside little by little.

"Hurry up, it's too late." The woman urged, "The time is almost up."

Little Ethan drank a few golden silk thread from the bowl, he pulled out the silk thread that he accidentally ate into his mouth, and a few drops of blood dripped along the thread to the floor.

He finished drinking what was in the bowl, but the woman was still urging him.

In the end, little Ethan knelt on the ground, crying and licking the blood that was spilled on the ground.

As the perspective changed, Jerry saw a white door open not far away.

There were a few people inside, the one standing on the ground wearing a pair of red boots, and the others pointing to the ground, wearing red striped and red spotted shoes.

"What are you looking at, Ethan." The woman's voice rang in her ears, and she said softly, "Can you tell what kind of blood you just drank, you must remember this taste so that you won't get lost. "

Immediately afterwards, all the pictures disappeared instantly, and Jerry woke up suddenly, and found himself sitting in front of Tom.

"What happened just now?" Jerry didn't know when cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he shivered, grabbed Tom's hair and said, "I seem to have seen Ethan's fake mother, and his former home. She made little Ethan drink blood, what a pervert, no wonder Ethan ran away from home."

Tom stuck out his tongue in disgust and said, "It's disgusting."

On the other side, Ethan also narrated what he recalled, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.

"Do you remember exactly when that happened?" Hodge asked.

"I can't remember. I was very young at that time." Ethan took the coffee from Al, pursed his lips and continued: "Probably no more than eight years old, because after that I started to rebel against them. I When I was young, I couldn't meet outsiders, and what they said was the only truth. After I was eight years old, I met a hunter in the woods, and it was through being with him that I learned some common sense."

Hodge nodded and said, "I want to know why you have the opportunity to go to school."

"After the old hunter talked with my adoptive parents a few times, they let go." Ethan had a nostalgic look on his face, and it was obvious that he liked the old hunter very much.He thought for a while and continued: "I can't remember exactly what I said, but it should be to persuade them to be more enlightened."

Before he finished speaking, Rhett suddenly came over and said suspiciously: "The person on tiptoe, wearing shoes with red spots and red stripes?"

"It should be." Ethan said hesitantly: "After all, it happened a long time ago, maybe there is something wrong with my memory."

His voice became smaller and smaller, because the eyes of these agents looked a little scary.

"Do you remember what kind of blood you drank at that time?" Rhett asked.

An absurd thought came to Ethan's mind. He took a step back uncomfortably, and said in a low voice, "It should be the cat's blood. I remember that there was always a lot of cat hair at home."

"Cat hair?" Hodge picked up Tom on the ground and rubbed it twice to remove a little cat hair. He pinched the hair and said, "Are you sure you are looking at cat hair at home?"

Ethan's expression became stiff, he looked straight at the short hair in Hodge's hand, and said softly: "It should be, I can't remember. I remember it was cat hair, because they all said that. They all Tell me it's cat hair, isn't it, I remember there was a lot of it on the ground."

He pointed to the ground and said, "There are golden cat hairs everywhere. I even asked my mother...how come there are so many cat hairs in my adoptive mother's house."

Al pressed his shoulder and said softly, "Are you sure what you saw was cat fur, Ethan?"

Ethan nodded slowly, no matter how he thought about it, the answer did not change.

"You were a child less than eight years old at the time. You couldn't see outsiders. There was no TV at home and you couldn't get information from the outside world. Your cognition of things came from your adoptive parents." Al explained: "Simple For example, you have no way to correctly understand the world, and they also deprive you of the ability to think independently. So I suspect that your memory before the age of eight is dominated by them to a certain extent."

"How is this possible?" Ethan said in surprise.

Standing behind Hodge, Reid scratched his head and said, "Actually, this is not uncommon in cases. The younger the eyewitnesses, the lower the credibility of their testimony. They have poor identification ability and are inducible. It is easy to be affected by external factors. What I mean is, Ethan, there is a problem with your memory, to be precise, your lack of cognition leads to confusion in your memory. "

He paused and gave Ethan some time to prepare.

"So what I'm trying to say is, Ethan, the cat fur you saw all over the place when you were a kid could be human hair. The man tiptoeing through the white door is a hanging corpse, and what you're drinking may be human hair. It's the blood of those people."

Reid didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with what he said, and he still spoke quickly: "Drinking human blood may cause infectious diseases, especially when the oral mucosa is damaged. You should be glad that the blood you drink is all After careful selection, instead of just grabbing someone at random..."

He didn't continue because Ethan had already vomited.

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