[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

"OK, OK." Al Greenoway pressed his fingertips on the lower eyelid of his left eye, his fingertips trembled slightly, and then exerted a little force.

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

An ominous premonition arose in Al Greenover's heart, and Mrs. McCarthy's mad and desperate appearance in the previous interrogation room came to mind again.

She took two quick steps, put the tray on the conference table, and turned her head into the bathroom.

She stared at the mirror in the bathroom.

A bloody spot stood out on the white part of the eyes that was originally covered by the eyelids.

***

Throwing the little doctor who broke into their world, and helping him erase the demon mark, Beria embraced Constantine, kissed his ear, and said, "Shall we continue?"

"Hmm..." Constantine deliberately elongated his voice, then shook his head, "Don't continue."

The disappointment in Beria's eyes was palpable.

"Be quick." Constantine tilted his head and bumped Beria's head, "Let's get straight to the point."

"That……"

"Take the surfboard." Constantine tore off his tie. He didn't like to tie his tie straight. If it wasn't for the Jonny Utah character design, he would have loosened the tie a long time ago.

Beria said just now that he wanted to learn surfing with him before they traveled to Hawaii. It happened that in the dream, he could adjust the time and the intensity of the waves, so it was a good place to learn to surf.Constantine was not interested in this kind of activity, but for Beria's sake, he decided to give it a try.

Beria: "...Oh."

At the same time, in a conference room of the Gotham Police Department, after seeing the bloody spots in Al Greenover's eyes, Derek Morgan just comforted him with "the small blood vessels in the eyeballs are ruptured, just wait for two days." Here Spencer Reid told everyone about his dreaming experience just now.

"Red." BAU elder member Jason Gideon said in a deep voice, "Don't confuse dreams with reality."

"Yes, Rhett, I thought you were an atheist." Team leader Aaron Hotchner followed.

"Babykid." Derek Morgan grabbed Spencer Reid and rubbed his brown hair with a big hand. "There's no rabbit hole here, I've checked."

Even Al Greenowey, who had marks in his eyes, smiled and shook his head after a brief panic, expressing that Rhett was thinking too much, and he should not let psychological hints magnify certain symptoms of the body, and pay attention to adjusting his mentality.

Spencer Reid: "...and what about Al's eyes?" Bloody spots, the same bloody spots as all the victims.

Al Greenoway touched her left eye. She was taken aback just now, but the materialist scientific world view for many years is not fake, and she won't collapse immediately after being frightened.She thought for a while and said, "I'll go check my body. If it's just a small blood vessel in the eyeball, it's fine. If it's really due to the effect of drugs, I can do some research. Maybe the suspect can be identified based on the drug. If The next target of the suspect is me, and I can use him or her as a bait to catch him/her out."

After only three seconds of panic, the swift and agile female detective figured out a way to take advantage of her current situation.

Broken Three Views is a process. Obviously, other profilers who have not experienced the same fantastic experience as Spencer Reed will not be moved by Spencer Reed's few words, even though he is an important companion they trust .

Spencer Reid was a little suspicious of his nervousness when he was told by his convincing elders and colleagues. After all, there was nothing in him to prove that the dream was not something he imagined. ·Grenovian-like blood spots.

It was in the dream, but not in reality. Is he thinking too much because the case is too bizarre?

Wake up, Spencer Reid, have you forgotten how many media swore that the last case was committed by a vampire, but in the end it was a copycat committed by a vampire fanatic.

After hesitating for a moment, Spencer Reid raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was not yet noon.

He made up his mind.

"I'll go check it out again."

"Red, I'm with you." Derek Morgan offered.

"No, I'll just go by myself." Spencer Reed grabbed the cup of black coffee Al specially prepared for him, drank it down, and then rushed out of the door of the meeting room.

"Wow, our boy is really driven."

Derek Morgan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

***

Spencer Read took a taxi to the apartment building where Mr. McCarthy lived in the Upper East Side. Because of the murder, the apartment was temporarily cordoned off by the police.Just as Spencer Read was about to use the spare key to open the apartment door, he heard a sound behind the door panel.

There is someone in there!

Could it be Mrs. McCarthy and Mr. McCarthy, the suspects who returned to the scene of the murder? !

Spencer Reed turned the key violently, then raised his foot and kicked at the door. The violent collision between the sole of his foot and the door of the apartment made Spencer Reed wrinkle his face in an instant, in pain.

Spencer Reid, who was used to seeing Morgan kicking the door, was skilled, relaxed and freehand, thought he could do it with ease, learned a lesson.

However, the little doctor of BAU is still very strong.

He didn't stop himself from rushing into the apartment, pulled out the side-gun that was attached to his waist, and shouted: "FBI!"

No one was in the direction of the gun.

Spencer Reid pursed his lips tightly and raised his gun with both hands. He seriously recalled the teachings of the FBI Academy. With his memory, he could even perfectly recount every word and expression of the instructor at that time, but the same The movements on his body were full of stiffness, which made the corner of the mouth of the young man clinging to the ceiling twitch, and he couldn't help but doubt the identity of the other party's FBI.

This is the FBI with a gun?

As if teasing him.

Being able to give the FBI the green light everywhere with his IQ and perfect assessment on paper, Spencer Reid is also a very powerful FBI in a sense.

Robin Todd, the second generation of Jason, who easily escaped from Spencer Read's tense search, dexterously jumped onto the roof of this apartment building, and said to himself, "What? What's the matter?" Is it really an FBI? Or is it an SSA? Mention, Xiaohong, you haven’t seen that Spencer Reed will be equipped with a gun, can you imagine, front waist! This is deliberately telling others to bring their own guns Did you? Seeing him, I think I can apply for the FBI right now..."

Although in charge of the intelligence logistics of the Batcave, Tim Drake also made his debut after Jason Todd took office. He gave himself the nickname "Red Robin" and guarded the bat with Alfred. Hole.However, Tim did not relax his training in martial arts.Don't expect to have Jason's strength, at least two-thirds of it.Jason is still growing. He needs enough sleep. He can't stay up late every night to patrol. It is necessary to take turns.

In the words of Mr. Constantine: One Robin is also raised, and two Robins are also taken care of. Is it not good to work in shifts? Why can only one be kept?

Tim responded positively: Mr. Constantine is right.

It's a pity that in terms of various skill points, Tim's observation and intelligence gathering abilities are the strongest, but in terms of martial arts, he can only be regarded as passable within the scope of the Bat Family, and he is not yet qualified for night patrol.As for Damian, the short board of age directly blocked his way.

Batman now has two Robins, a Robin with a signal light color, and a red Robin with a black and red color. Each of them is taken out separately. Batman is still at ease, but as long as they get together to make trouble, Batman One head and two big ones.

A Jason who sees injustice and is so passionate that he can't beat the other party until hemiplegia, so that the other party can spend the rest of his life in repentance, and a Tim who can only say "yes, yes, yes" and "good, good" to Jason, Batman worried that he missed one, so the two of them went to the sky together.

In this regard, Tim said that this comes from Batman's prejudice, even if Batman is the father and mentor recognized by both he and Jason, he does not recognize it.

Like now-

"The senior special agents in the FBI's BAU team are all profilers. They are good at profiling people based on their micro-expressions, language, movements, and clothing. Jason, you have to be careful."

Look, he reminded Jason to be careful.

They are a strong alliance, not leading each other.

Tim sat in the bat cave and tapped. He hacked into the security system of an ordinary mental sanatorium in Gotham with familiarity.They are not the police who don't believe in ghosts and gods and the FBI agents who firmly believe in science. Jason's previous feelings and the abnormality of the case itself make Tim believe in Jason's judgment. This is a supernatural case.

They believed Mrs. McCarthy's testimony more than the police, and they paid more attention to Mrs. McCarthy's condition than the mental institution.

As a result, looking at it this way, Tim's expression suddenly became serious, and he said anxiously: "Jay, there is something wrong with Mrs. McCarthy."

On the surveillance video stolen simultaneously from the mental nursing home, the dark-skinned woman lying on the hospital bed is struggling with her limbs in pain. At first glance, it looks like she is fighting against the air, which is weird and ridiculous, but seeing her painful expression can tell Know, this is not acting, she is suffering unimaginable pain.

Tim made a decisive decision and said directly: "I pulled the alarm in Mrs. McCarthy's room."

If the suspect in this case is a demon associated with dreams, then waking the victim from the nightmare may be a good opportunity to temporarily escape the demon's pursuit.

"Don't do that." Jason stopped. "You just set the fire alarms in the entire mental hospital. If the hospital only sees Mrs. McCarthy's abnormality, they will definitely use a sedative immediately."

After this tube of sedatives went on, Mrs. McCarthy would be handed over to Mara, the demon of dreams.

"That's right, that's right, Jay, you're right." Tim suddenly realized that he moved quickly on the console and directly sounded the fire alarm in the mental sanatorium.

The ear-piercing sound of the whistle resounded throughout the mental sanatorium. Many staff members were taken aback and hurriedly looked around, fearing that there might be any problems here.Under Tim's gaze, Mrs. McCarthy sat up suddenly in the surveillance video, her eyes wide open.She gasped heavily, her hands and feet trembling almost convulsively.

For the time being, she broke free from the unseen poisonous hands.

She sat on the bed in a daze, and suddenly raised her hands to cover her face, and burst into tears.

"Mrs. McCarthy?" The medical staff heard the noise. She opened the door of the ward, trying to appease Mrs. McCarthy's broken emotions, and said in her mouth: "There is no fire in the hospital. You can rest assured that we..."

"I want to talk to my son!"

"Mrs. McCarthy..."

"I want to talk to my son!"

"...Okay, please come with me."

Mrs. McCarthy is out of hospital.

For Jason, it was a good thing that Mrs. McCarthy was discharged from the hospital. He didn't have to think about how to visit the mental hospital at night.It's not good to be underage, no one will believe it whether it's pretending to be the FBI or throwing money at the rich second generation.

How many steps are there in total?

Young Jason and Young Tim emptied the convenience store of edible salt, confiscated the holy cross and holy water that Bruce Wayne had brought from the Vatican, and stuffed a book into the flag-colored Robin uniform. He actually snorted inwardly. The "Bible", embarked on the journey of night watch.

Bruce Batman Wayne: These two brats act like he's blind.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy little doctor who persuades others to fail but is suppressed#

Rhett: It really has something to do with supernatural power, believe me... what you say makes sense... I have no proof, but...

BAU: Believe in science, babykid