[Master Criminal Minds] When the Secret Service meets the FBI

Same night, same silent room.A few sporadic moonlight came in, and one could vaguely see a person lying on the bed and sofa, falling into a deep sleep.

This is a room in a psychiatric sanatorium. Rhett decided to stay overnight with his mother.This was also reported to Hu Qi, and the others naturally had no objection-worried that they couldn't find a fun place in Las Vegas?

Rhett clearly knew he was dreaming this time, because the scene had played out so many times.The same hallway, the same basement, only this time, he was the only one holding the pistol.

Maybe this is just the awakening of my own memory from slumber.Thinking like this, Rhett let the dream continue.

Sure enough, beside the dryer in the corner of the basement, he found a man squatting there, motionless.

"Hands up!" Rhett heard his calm voice sound.

Then, he saw the man slowly do the same.The moment the man stood up, Rhett saw a pair of boy's feet exposed through the light of the flashlight.

Perhaps this was poor Riley?

Rhett cautiously approached step by step, told the man to turn his face slowly, but when he saw the man's face clearly, he murmured in disbelief: "Dad..."

Just when Reid opened his eyes wide in surprise and unconsciously put down the gun in his hand, a sharp pain came from the top of his head, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it upwards.

But I felt a familiar cold touch.

Rhett woke up suddenly, only to realize that he was sitting up, and the surrounding scenery was obviously still his mother's room.

He calmed down his somewhat disturbed breath, but frowned and recalled the content of the dream just now. Is this his memory reminding him that the real murderer is his father?

"Spencer, what's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?" Suddenly, the darkness was driven away by a warm light in the room, and Rhett looked at his mother who worriedly turned on the lamp switch and was about to get out of bed, and shook his head to stop her .

"Well, it's okay, it's just a dream."

However, after dawn, it seemed that he had to find a reason to say goodbye to Hu Qi and the others—Red wanted to find out the true meaning of the dream.

"That bottle..." Rhett saw his mother's eyes sweeping over, full of curiosity.

He hesitated for a while, and finally told his mother roughly about the bottle, and finally asked her to keep it a secret.

Rhett only saw her blink mischievously, "I don't want to be increased by the doctor again. So, what is written?"

Rhett watched as his mother walked to him and sat down, silently urging him to open the bottle, but still gave up and took off the cork.

Although he didn't feel very comfortable in his heart, it felt like someone was spying on his very private space.

"Don't worry, I'll only watch this once."

"How do you know..." Reid stopped spreading his fingers and raised his head in surprise, but was overwhelmed by his mother's complacent and tolerant eyes.

"As I said, Spencer, mother and child are connected." He watched his mother's thin fingers like his take the note from his hand, and slowly unfolded it.

Almost immediately read it, and then... she tore up...

"Hey!" Rhett was really annoyed this time, "Even if you are my mother, you can't..."

"This time it's for me." His mother, however, was indifferent to his impatience, and just walked to the bed with a small smile of relief, and turned off the light.

"Good night, Spencer."

The room was dark.

It was only then that Rhett remembered the scene when she found the note for the first time. It stands to reason that the note would not disappear so quickly if there was no reply.

So, like herself, can she turn her thoughts into words and communicate with F?

Spencer pursed his lips, darkness swallowing all expression.He just felt that this feeling of knowing that it was not his unique privilege made him complicated and did not know how to swallow it.

A long time later, when he learned the contents of the note from another protagonist, he finally knew why his mother showed such an expression at that time, and he also felt a little emotional: the misunderstanding at that time was finally realized, fate went around in circles, or was it entangled? Back to the original point.

But now Reid just stood there blankly for a long time, troubled by his complex mood, and finally found that this feeling was too strange to him, so he decided to think about where to start to find out the comparison of Riley's case back then. Reliable.

This is the most urgent business.

In the next few days, Rhett was very busy with Morgan and Rossi who volunteered to stay and help.The deeper they dig, the more they find everything seems so confusing: more and more people come into their field of vision one by one, but they all hide secrets.

Even, Rhett's parents.

Although they have been divorced and haven't seen each other for many years, they are tight-lipped about the same matter and never let go.

This made Rhett more and more sure that his father was the murderer.In between his efforts to find evidence, he occasionally thought about F's drift bottle - he hadn't received it for many days.

Maybe what my mother said to her?Rhett decided to talk to his mother when the case was finally settled, and then maybe he would know why.Thinking like this, Rhett walked into the interrogation room, and sitting there was his father.

Now, he needs to concentrate.

What Rhett doesn't know is that he will never be able to see the bottle again.

Faye woke up from the freezing cold.When she opened her eyes, she thought she was dreaming.Because she was clearly sleeping on the bed, how could she suddenly run to such a... place?

Here is a place where all her adjectives are eclipsed.

Looking up, there are little lights hanging high in the distance, just like the night; the ground is also covered with layers of light, the vast space, the shelves of different heights, and the endless spread of items.At a glance, it is like a magical treasure house with huge treasures.

Majestic?Holy and solemn?Endless daydream?Fay only felt that his eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, unable to move away.She couldn't help but took a few steps forward, stretched out her hand to hold onto the iron railing in front of her, and didn't even care that she was still in pajamas and barefoot.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Faye caught a "Zzz" sound, apparently coming from a rusty door that was in disrepair.Just when she was about to ask where this place is, Fay turned around with a man's surprised question, but a dazzling blue light shot in front of her eyes, and Fay was shocked numbly in the next second. The feeling spreads all over the body, and you don't know anything.

When she finally regained consciousness, with a dull pain in her head, Fay opened her eyes, only to find that she was firmly tied to the chair and could not move.

"Now, tell me who you are, why are you here?"

A short, chubby middle-aged man pulled a chair and sat down facing each other, looked at Fay and asked.He has a mess of curly hair, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, but his amiable face is very serious. If he were not in this situation, Faye would definitely laugh.

Because, it is really like a ridiculous bear toy.

However, Faye didn't have time to pay attention to this at this time. She just felt a burst of panic, "I was sleeping on my own bed, and I woke up and suddenly came to this ghost place. How do I know how I got in? I still want to Who are you, and where is this place?!"

Fei felt that the other party's unscrupulous eyes glanced at her body, which gave her the illusion of being completely seen through.

"It doesn't sound like you're lying." The man's lingering eyes finally slipped away, and Fay breathed a sigh of relief, and she naturally felt that the other party really didn't know anything about this situation.

It's unclear whether he is a bad guy or not.

Faye quietly moved her hands behind her back, trying to break free from the rope.

"I sincerely advise you not to move. This is Mary Celeste's rope. The more you pull to break free, the tighter it will be."

What?Faye raised his eyes in surprise, and looked at the man in front of him who was casually shifting his position, sitting in front of a very old-looking broken copper table, but his fat and short fingers did not hinder his fast typing speed.

Is it because of her lack of knowledge or because the other party is crazy?Why can't she understand a word?

"Now, tell me your identity. I'm trying to find out whether what really happened is Yuzang..." Fay saw the other party's eyes roll suddenly, and stopped talking.

——It seems that he accidentally revealed something.

Tibetan…?Faye silently memorized this word, and then heard the man's faint threat, but it was very forceful: "Don't try to deceive yourself by using a false identity. The intelligence information here is comparable to that of the US Security Agency."

Faye choked. If the other party's threats sounded like that, she would definitely complain severely.

NSA?Does this crazy old man think this is some kind of secret intelligence organization?

But she didn't expect that her nonsensical thought almost missed the real truth.

"Faye Chen, a Chinese-American, currently living in Las Vegas..." No matter how much she cared about her sexuality, Fay still answered honestly.

She didn't want to insist on this matter needlessly. ** Sincerity is precious, but the price of life is even higher.Faye felt that she still had her own principles.

Unexpectedly, within a minute, Faye saw the man standing up from the booth of what seemed to be computers and walking over.

She looked at the other party with narrowed eyes, and looked at her suspiciously: "No, everything you said is false. I didn't find any of the information you said. Name, address, identity, education... nothing!"

Faye was really frightened this time. She felt cold sweat overflowing instantly, and immediately retorted almost without thinking, "Impossible! You must have checked wrongly, how could it not be! Even if you misspelled the name, I just told you After you and my parents' names, you should be able to find the record!"

She didn't notice that the tone of her yelling was almost hysterical. Faye even forgot the fear of men just now, and just looked at him coldly, and sneered, "If your system is really like yours? Such perfect words."

"No." The man shook his head slowly, and looked at Fay, who was really showing his anger, with even more suspicion in his heart—she didn't seem to be lying, but there could be no omissions in the warehouse's intelligence system.

"Not only your parents, everything about you doesn't exist, it's as if you never existed at all... Wait..." The man was still looking at Faye suspiciously, and suddenly thought of it while talking. What, sat back next to the computer, staring at the computer nervously, still muttering something.

Faye looked at the nervous man, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and shouted, "What do you mean I don't exist? Hey! I'm clearly here. What does it mean that I don't exist? Am I still a piece of air? Is it?"

Just as Fay continued to twist and turn on the seat without giving up, trying to break free from the so-called rope that would get looser and tightened more and more, she found that the man suddenly turned around with a serious expression on his face, "Appear here Have you ever come across anything weird or had a weird feeling before? Like it felt like yesterday was today? Or smelled like some fudge, but there was no fudge?"

Almost as the man's problems deepened one by one, Faye looked at him more and more strangely, and now she might have a little idea of ​​where she was.

——This man is definitely a lunatic who escaped from a mental hospital.

These questions are really confusing.

Or is it actually some spoof TV show here?

"Didi——" The crisp prompt sound interrupted the two people who were glued to each other's eyes. Fei Yi followed the sound and found that it was from the suspected computer, and a line of red text was flashing on the screen.

Christmas passage?Fay shook his head in his heart, and just when he was feeling puzzled, he found a picture automatically popped up on the screen, showing a brush with a long green handle on it.

Appears to be pear bristle.Fay secretly admired her excellent eyesight, and saw the man who also turned his head back, his tone was soft, as if he was afraid of being surprised by something.

—"Have you ever touched such a brush?"