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

In the independent office, except for the tightly closed wooden door, there are only large glass windows that are connected to the outside world, but it is now tightly blocked by lily curtains.

And at the desk in the middle, sitting a girl with her head on her hands and frowning in distress, it was Faye who was worried about the scene she just saw.

——There are countless glass bottles that are exactly the same in this world, just a short glance, how can she be sure that it is the one in the warehouse?

—but what if her instincts were right?

The battle between heaven and man is constantly playing out in Faye's mind.

She has never been so envious of Pete, because he has a very accurate "intuition"-she and Maika have almost confirmed that there is no mistake every time!

It would be great if she also had super intuition... Fay smacked her lips regretfully, closed her eyes, and let the memory bring her back to the scene just now:

The glare of the sun shone in, and it just reflected on Reid who was passing by in a hurry, and it seemed that he could clearly see the fine hairs on his face...

Looking down slowly, his arms seemed to be holding something tightly in his arms.

This is the time!

Faye frowned subconsciously, trying to slowly slow down the playback speed of memories, and all of Rhett's actions gradually became clear.The passing corner of the bottle appeared in her sight...

However, in the next second, a dazzling halo flashed by, Faye subconsciously wanted to stop his closed eyes.But the moment he opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him.

No way... Fay leaned forward feebly, her entire upper body slumped on the desk, like a limp squid—the whole body was in a limp state.

She has followed the recall method described by the teacher in the psychology class countless times, but she finds that every time she wants to see the bottle itself, the flashing reflective point will always come out to interfere.

It's... damn sunshine!

So... is Rhett really S?

Faye suddenly thought that Rhett had given him a very familiar feeling many times before, and sometimes the conversations were so familiar that they seemed to have been carried out countless times.

Thinking about it now, it seems that he is often a little dazed about this?

Fay rubbed his chin and nodded thoughtfully: Maybe we should try him out?

If Reid is really that idiot middle-aged fake boy of S, he will definitely be in chaos when he hears someone asking about this weird bottle!

Faye suddenly gained momentum, waved his fist in the air, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

Very good, everything is settled, the only thing that needs to be done is the hero's debut.

Just thinking, "knock knock", the door was knocked.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?Feiy complained secretly, but her voice was calm: "Please come in."

Sure enough... Seeing the familiar big boy stepping in, Faye grinned secretly—huh, he broke into the door by himself, so don't blame her for taking advantage of such a great opportunity!

"Hey, Rhett, I called you just now, why did you ignore me and run away?" Before Rhett opened his mouth, Faye preempted the attack, although it seemed like the villain would complain first.

"Huh?" Rhett tilted his head strangely, thinking for a while.

"When?"

Is this natural dull or natural black?Fay's head was full of black lines, and he gritted his teeth and continued to point out: "It was when you were holding a glass bottle and ran towards the bathroom just now!"

To be caught by surprise and to hit the red heart is the big move!

Faye firmly grasped the twelve-character maxim to extract a confession, and stared intently at the boy's reaction.

There was no miosis, no breathing disturbance, or even a rush to explain.On the contrary, Rhett just had a sudden realization:

"Oh—that time? Because I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom."

"The point is that you are holding a glass bottle, hey!"

This is Faye, who has blown his hair, rushing towards Rhett aggressively, speaking viciously.

"..."

This is definitely speechless silence!Faye looked at a tall and thin pole in front of him that was a head taller than her.It took him a while before he yelled in response.

Only then did she look at the boy's flushed face with satisfaction, and nodded - she didn't show her feet for a long time, was it because the reflex arc was too long?

however……

"Trust me, I really just want to go to the bathroom, not do anything with a bottle. I really don't have any special hobbies!"

Rhett's answer completely shattered Faye's triumphant self-praise, which was nothing but her own fantasy.

As if feeling that the balloon hanging above his head had suddenly exploded, Faye felt dazed and opened his mouth, finally unable to say anything.

In Rhett's sight, the girl who was still baring her teeth and waving her claws just now was like a wilted flower, losing her spirit.

"Are you... all right?" He couldn't help asking worriedly, and he seemed to have asked Faye a lot of the same questions recently.

"It's okay..." It was the answer I often heard.

Rhett watched the girl waving her little paw listlessly, "Go and do your work, I'll be fine by myself."

Could it be...dislike him...in the way?

Thinking of this possibility, Rhett felt as miserable as eating the guts of an animal, and at the same time, annoyance quickly spread throughout his heart.

——If I knew it earlier, so what if he asked Fay to tease him!

Reid exited the office awkwardly, and when he gently closed the door, he glanced at the girl lying on the desk with her dead body. He couldn't help but think of the time when he rushed into the bathroom with the bottle in his arms and was about to get into the cubicle to read F's reply... …

The familiar black detective unscrupulously zipped up his trousers in front of him, and burst out laughing when he turned his head away uncomfortably:

"My God, Rhett! You are holding the glass bottle, don't you want to play the game of 'see who can shoot the best'?"

Rhett pursed his lips, how did he react at that time?Oh yes!Facing the behavior of a handsome bald guy who likes to tease people pretending to unbutton his belt, he just said one sentence to blow up the other party!

- "I'm not interested in being gay."

Oops, Morgan's stunned-looking, gaping-mouthed stare at him in shock was hilarious!

When Rhett thought of that scene, he couldn't help but want to laugh: Morgan came to his senses afterwards and kept wailing why the pure little R Bao was taken away...

Wait, he seems to be thinking too far.

Rhett apologized for his too free divergent thinking, and then returned to the things he had just been troubled with.

Faye's emphasis on the pronunciation of "glass bottle" and her staring gaze all show that she is always paying attention to the changes in her behavior.

——Sure enough, she also wanted to make fun of this, right?Rhett scratched his face shyly, completely forgetting that someone is a girl, how could he know about the boring and sexual games that boys played when they were young...

The tacit understanding between S and F has been maintained for a long time, but it completely failed at this moment.

——Red is so used to being discovered that the drifting bottle he has touched has completely forgotten the weirdness of the bottle itself!

In the office on the other side, unlike Rhett's overly rich brain supplements, Faye actually thinks about nothing but a blank mind.

The only thing I can't do is whether I miss S too much.

So...do you want to meet?

Faye scratched the metal edge of the table with his hands, and suddenly remembered Mrs. F's previous reminder: "Your S has always been here in the world."

So, before she thought it was, it turned out not; then she thought it was not, but it turned out?

Well, after silently uttering another tongue-twister, Fay suddenly had a ridiculous but realistic idea in his mind.

Why don't you use a message to ask S to meet directly someday?

But as soon as this thought came to her mind, she knocked it back with a stick.

——"Netizens, meeting 419 is popular now."

The cousin’s twittering words suddenly emerged from the depths of memory, but the emotion Fay first committed was not fear, but a faint sense of expectation mixed with excitement and shyness...

In the final analysis, she always has a different subtle emotion towards S.

if!If he is really handsome and he likes him, maybe he can really...

"Cough cough cough", Fei Yi suddenly choked on her own saliva, because she seemed to have accidentally thought of some discordant scenes in her mind just now.

She... is really not a horny woman who wants to be satisfied!

Just after taking a deep breath and getting rid of all unsuitable thoughts for children, Fay blushed and fanned her hot cheeks with her hands, as if it could cool down.

Suddenly, Faye began to sketch the image of S in his heart with great interest:

The face of an adult man, with a hint of childishness.Preferably super tall, with a model figure, and with perfect proportions.It would be best if the IQ is not in a hurry, then they can have a good and in-depth communication...

Thinking about it this way, Fay felt that when S really appeared, she strongly suspected that she would not be able to help but pounce on it.

"Hey, Faye. Morgan and the others are back, and Hodge asked us to gather in the conference room."

The moment the door was knocked, a familiar figure came in and stood in front of Fay.

She slowly opened her mouth wide, and raised her hand, which was pointing at the person, to tremble unconsciously.

——Handsome facial features, a model figure that is close to the golden ratio, and a childish adult man...

Most importantly, he is still a genius with an IQ of 187!

After a long time...it turns out...Red...is her ideal type? ? ?

The author has something to say: So... is Rhett really S? ←This sentence made me think crooked instantly

Recently, I was at a meet-and-greet meeting with voice actors, and I happened to see this passage, and I laughed so hard I don’t know what the author is talking about, so please ignore this lunatic’s speech

Then, Faye, you are too dull...not the ideal type, but the only one!

Slow performance delays the rhythm of you and your chicken soup for the soul?