[Comprehensive British and American] Righteousness without haze

This is very embarrassing.

If this is the answer to the mobile phone number asked during the strike-up, it must be rejected without a doubt, but this is in an upright working environment, so there is really no mobile phone.

"I'll buy one as soon as I get off the plane." The short brown-haired boy who realized his problem said this, and he didn't pause for a long time before explaining: "The previous one is lost."

This is of course just a lie.Since he returned to the wizarding world this time, he has never had a mobile phone. The only mobile phone that stayed in his hands for a short period of time was a gift he gave to others as an apology...God knows when he saw that mobile phone How did he forget his mobile phone problem when he was in the middle of the night.

... Or maybe he got used to the days without a mobile phone.

Turning his computer back, Noel continued to add: "Unless it affects work."

After staying for a while, the little doctor nodded as if he had just realized it, took the book list and wrote down his number in the blank space, "Just call this number directly after you buy it."

"En." Putting away the list, Noel added the location of Dayton's mobile phone store to the various titles of the search item, and each returned to their own business.

In fact, even if he didn't add that the phone was lost, there would be no problem. After all, the first time they met was a victim who had been imprisoned for a long time. Nothing could be more normal.But maybe he forgot about it for a while, and the profiler who has lived in the wizarding world for many years still explained it this way.

The atmosphere on the plane was fine, but when it came to the victim, it was never possible to be lighthearted when it came to someone who had just suffered.

Noel followed the blond liaison officer and the handsome black guy who had been talking to him to interrogate one of the victims of the seminary. He also went with a local female police officer.

She is still a student.The girl was still carrying a schoolbag when she saw the other party, but she seemed to have calmed down a bit, and she could answer their questions calmly. However, even so, they still didn't gain much , unable to lock down the range of suspects.

Morgan left for the time being, and they sat beside the flower bed with the girl.The sunlight at this moment is very good, pouring on the face of the person is a warm color, the hair reflects the tiny and faint light, almost making people feel that even the hair is infected by such a temperature.

It may be that the environment is indeed quite relaxed. The corners of the girl's mouth with brown mid-length hair were slightly curled up, but she looked stiff. She shook her head slightly and sighed: "So many lives are ruined here. .”

The boy with the same brown hair stood aside, his dark green pupils were clear and clear under the effect of the light, and his fair skin was like porcelain made in an oriental kiln, he denied the other party's statement: "No, they are still alive. "

The girl raised her head, the direct sunlight in the sky made it hard to see the emotions in those jade-like lake eyes, but the voice was very clear, the other person seemed to be looking at her, and he said: "You And still alive. Life is never taken lightly by such things.”

She tilted her head, "Even if her resistance is so weak?"

Blinking, she lowered her head again, "When I went to see the doctor, he said my injuries were not serious."

The rookie profiler who interrupted her fell into a brief silence, the arc of his lips was as stiff as the other person's, he blinked, not knowing what he should say... No, to be precise, it's not that he didn't know what he should say What to say, but I don't know whether the theory that he thinks is correct is also correct for the other party.

The girl was lost in a way that Noel Evelyn had never been.

He would never allow such a haze to exist in his future, but this girl was shrouded in haze just because of this.Some things are not for everyone.

"Look at me." The blond liaison officer bent down and looked straight at the girl. The ice blue irises were soaked in deep color at such an angle. She lowered her voice, "Someone offered her both hands when she was pointed at." Wallet, everyone agrees it's the smartest thing to do."

JJ took the girl's hand, "You did what you should do to survive, don't listen to other people's opinions."

Noel softened his eyes all of a sudden.Seeing the brown-haired girl nodding and throwing herself into the arms of the liaison officer, the arc of the corner of her mouth was finally no longer stiff... Although his comfort seemed to be of no use at all.

The case has not been solved yet, and they lived locally that night.

Almost a standard room per person.Noel opened his own room, looked at the other one that was vacated, and guessed that the extra one was probably used to analyze the case... It was a luxury.

That's what I said, but in fact, it must be worse than the room he booked in the hotel in Baltimore. After all, he just went there to enjoy it... But now he doesn't just come here to enjoy it. The environment for handling the case is too comfortable It's a bit of putting the cart before the horse, isn't it?

The surroundings were very quiet, and next door and opposite to him were Bau's agents, he hardly had to think about it to know that they must not be asleep.

This level of quietness reminded him of late nights alone in Baltimore...or that delicate, dimly lit cell.In fact, they are still different, but what they have in common is this kind of excessive quietness, and the spirit will be scattered because of this.

But the thoughts that fill the mind at different times are different.When he was in the cell, he thought about how to get out, whether there was any mistake in his plan, full of cold calculations; Future itinerary, willful arrangements; while here...but, when here...

On the white bunk are photos of the victims, and under each smiling face with a frozen ID is marked their victim information, a cold and cruel contrast.

When he was here, his mind was full of inexperienced analysis, the situation of these women when they were killed, and his brain was full of information... He would actually have a mind full of profiles of suspects one day.

This is very novel, so novel that he shook his head, smiled silently, got up and tidied his clothes and went to the bathroom, and continued the analysis with another way of thinking.

The lingering of the warm water was very soft, the boy with light brown hair lay on his back and sighed, looking at the white ceiling, his gaze remained unchanged, revealing that his thoughts were wandering and lifeless.

It was as if the heart had been sewn into the beating machinery by a device, the rise and fall of the connected breathing tubes, the false life floating on the surface of the dead body carefully placed in the water.

In my mind are the faces of women in the photos scattered outside that surfaced because of my good memory.There are rows of smiles on their faces, densely packed words and numbers floating below, and the background is thick black like an abyss.

The black is very thick, almost as thick as taking one's breath away, spreading without boundaries, the pure white of reality reflected in the eyes is hidden in the reflex nerves of the brain, as if the rolling darkness of such a scene is everything in front of you, and that The faces that are arranged in an orderly manner like a program also have a clear sense of presence, without the slightest disappearance.

But there is still something hidden.Those words of numbers, numbers and letters just disappeared in the unknowingly mixed.

These faces are very clear, as if they were copied and pasted from photos on the Internet, but their vision is limited, but they are not in their minds.

No one's presence can be diminished and ignored.

Their eyes are facing straight ahead, staring straight at the camera. From such a perspective, there is no intersection and overlapping gaze line, but when they exist in such an environment, subtle changes occur. They look forward, as if at last The end points of each are different, scattered in the darkness behind you, but it seems that everyone is looking at you.

The irises and pupils in the eyes seemed to be clearly visible, and the irises of various colors surrounding the black were like chaotic nebulae, beautiful and mysterious, without reflecting any figure.The raised eyes and brows slowly fell.

The orderly arrangement changed imperceptibly during the gaze, becoming loose and messy, returning to the panoramic perspective to bring all the faces under my eyes.

The curvature of the corners of their mouths gradually drooped, and the lines changed direction, as if time picked up the slack skin of youth and the withering of flesh and blood.But that face was clearly still young.

The face was sad and weeping, without blinking for a moment, staring straight at it, and then quietly shed tears.

The tears were clear and transparent, they fell across the cheeks and fell into the darkness, creating circles of silvery white ripples, which were almost the same as the wind and water ripples on the surface of the lake, spreading methodically and silently.

The boy's eyelashes drooped, watching the ripples spread to the soles of his feet, and suddenly he saw those bare|naked feet and his own reflection on the clear water.

He blinked, and suddenly woke up, and the inexplicable supposition disappeared without a trace.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, as if it was a long time away.Noel got up, put on his bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. When he opened the door, he saw the back of the brown-haired doctor.

On the opposite side was Al's room, and the door was also opened, probably because of the characteristic knocking rhythm.

Judging from the situation, it should not be the door of his own room that was knocked on.Having come to this conclusion, Noel looked at the two detectives who heard the noise and looked over together, smiled apologetically, and closed the door.