[Criminal Minds + Twilight] Hey Reid, let's become a vampire together

"Hey guys, come over to sort out the files - Reid?" Morgan's loud voice was always so clear.

Irene said "I'm sorry to heart that" to Edward, and hurried to Morgan.Since he will summon so many people, it must mean that there are many... many...

Irene looked at at least twenty boxes stacked in front of her, and barely rolled her eyes: "This, this..."

"The last time something like this happened was 20 years ago; the last time it was 40 years ago; the last time..." A gray-haired old detective introduced them.Obviously, every 20 years, there will be a serial murder case similar to "corpse patchwork" here, and it has never been solved.

"Really..."

"Shocking..."

"Why was it never reported to the headquarters?"

The detectives kept asking each other, and the old detective was almost overwhelmed. Reid had already unboxed and was reading at a breakneck pace, the rustling of pages drowning out the conversation.

Erin raised her voice and called out, "Hotch?"

"how?"

"I want to go and see the scene."

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The body dumping site was actually a local river—or not a river at all, because it was too small.

However, all the bodies that were pieced together were found on both sides of the river.

Rossi and Irene came to the scene together, was observing the terrain left and right, and suddenly asked her: "Any thoughts?"

Irene replied subconsciously: "One, there have been certain special times about this river; second, religious ceremonies."

"religion?"

"Or, it's a 'distorted religion'." Irene hesitated for a long time before saying, "Actually, the first second I saw them, my thought was, 'Trinity' and 'God's Spirit walking on the water' above'..."

"Distortion." Rossi scoffed.He has a very high artistic accomplishment, and he can't bear Irene's misinterpretation of religion.

"That's not necessarily true." Irene retorted, "What if it's a person who has never been baptized, never entered a church, but is thirsty for religion?"

"Then why did he kill?"

"This..." Erin choked.

"You have a good idea." Rossi paused, then added, "Occasionally."

Eileen's face fell.

If the "occasionally" is removed, it will be a pretty perfect evaluation.

"Some things can't just look at the surface." Rossi said deeply, "Maybe I can also explain it as 'sex-release'."

"Sex..." Irene suddenly wanted to say, aren't you just thinking wildly?

"What are the basic human needs?" Rossi asked her, before answering herself, "Food, and sex. That's why there are ogres. Well, as for the river... have you noticed that this river, Seems to have been diverted?"

... Irene felt that her brain was not enough.

"OCD, OCD about 'misplacement', that's my interpretation." Rossi smiled, "Of course, it's just an explanation now, too."

OCD about "misplacement"?

Irene felt that the big detective in front of her was really a little obsessive-compulsive...

She turned her attention to the river: "Add the 20-year crime cycle. Now, you have three pieces of evidence."

"I heard that Morgan likes to say a word." Rossi somehow changed the subject.

"what?"

"What we deal with are all kinds of mental illness..."

"I think we have to answer a few questions first." Irene put away the thoughts that were flying around.

"First, apart from being a white girl with chestnut hair, do they have anything else in common?"

"Second, how did they disappear? I mean, did they go to the same place before they disappeared?"

"Thirdly, is the 20-year crime cycle due to the long cool-down period, or is it because of imitation? Or, the murderer is simply a family..."

"Or a 'sick', 'distorted' religion." Rossi interjects.

Erin was confused.

Wasn't he still denying the "religious theory" just now...

A faint scent of blood race floated over.

Irene deliberately took a few steps forward and said, "Come out."

Edward came to her in an instant: "I..."

"Stop." Irene held out a finger. "First of all, I don't want to hear how much you love your girlfriend and how anxious you are; secondly, I don't want to hear any wording about urging. Now, Mr. Edward Cullen , please tell me, your purpose?"

"...I did come to inquire about the progress."

Erin sighed.

"Okay." She spread her hands, "Then, I really want to ask you, are you sure you have searched the streets and alleys of the whole city?"

Edward said yes.

"All basements, hidden doors..."

"Bella has a special smell." Edward was a little hasty, and then paused before saying, "For me."

Ok.

If it's Reid...

For her, it does have a special "taste".

She nodded, accepting the statement.

"So I guess she's not here," Edward said, "or... the city."

Erin set her sights on the meandering river.

"There... have you looked for it?"

"what?"

"That river, under the river."

"How is it possible?! Miss Irene Volturi, that's a river! The bottom of the river is full of soft mud! There can't be any..." Edward froze for a moment, "A building with a cement structure?"

"This river has been diverted." Irene answered irrelevantly.

Edward's expression changed.

"so……"

The reason why the body is thrown here is not necessarily some kind of criminal pattern or religious ceremony, but that it is the closest to the place where "he" is.

Erin turned on the communicator.

"Reid, are you there?" she asked briefly.

"exist."

"Cross-comparing all the corpse dumping sites, is there anything found?"

"do not understand……"

"Can these dumping sites cover the same area?"

"and many more!……"

There was a series of noisy sounds from the communicator, as well as the rustling of water pens on the board.About 10 minutes later, Reid's suspicious voice came out of the communicator: "... really..."

"Tell me where."

"exist……"

When a blood profiler meets a vampire who is more impatient than her, what will happen?

In short, when Reid uttered the last word, Edward in front of him had disappeared.

Irene dared to bet that his speed definitely exceeded the limit that the blood race could achieve.

Immediately afterwards, she also disappeared by the river bank.

Rossi walked slowly along the river bank, looked at the messy and suddenly interrupted footprints by the river, couldn't help shaking his head, and let out a "hey".Since Irene's identity was exposed, she has become more and more unscrupulous.

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Have you ever seen a real dismemberment?

Live, bloody...

Even Irene, even if she is a vampire, is almost made to vomit by the scene in front of her...

A young girl, a naked girl, was tied alive to a damp stone slab, her legs were amputated...Of course, due to excessive blood loss, she had already died.

A wretched old man had his neck broken, and was lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, dying with regret.

Edward swept past her like the wind, leaving only one sentence: "I took Bella away. She doesn't like to make notes. If she comes to me for something, this account is also on my head."

hey hey...

Mr. Vampire, may I sue you for obstructing the case?

Irene yelled into the communicator distressedly: "Come here quickly, man—I found it."

She untied the other seven girls who were bound one by one.They were all still intact, but they were frightened out of their wits and cried into a ball.

Site cleanup...

Profile identification...

And most importantly... transcripts...

Irene was caught by Hotch and interrogated over and over again, but she could only come up with the answer that "the Bella girl was extremely heroic, and she ran away by herself the moment she was untied from the rope".

However, even Irene herself would not believe it.

Finally, Hotch had no choice but to wink at Reid.

Reid smiled and said to Erin: "Tonight, would you like to come to my house for dinner?"

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☆, nightmare

dinner?

In a word, Hotch has bad intentions, Reid has bad intentions, and Erin herself...is also bad.

why?

Hotch's purpose is to find the real "truth", Reid's purpose is to have a good talk with Irene, and Irene herself... also wants to have a good talk with Reid.

Therefore, the so-called dinner is actually just two glasses of water, two glasses of pure water.

Anyway, Reid also knew her identity, so he wouldn't prepare any particularly sumptuous dinner at all - anyway, he usually made do with it.

Although Irene thinks this is not good, but she grew up 300 years ago and her consciousness is still in the dark age of cooking, so she also has no way to provide better advice to Reid.She can't suggest Reid to try food from 300 years ago, can she?That was pure abuse to Reid's stomach.

So, in front of two glasses of clear water, one person and one vampire stared with wide eyes, and began to wander in the sky.

In the end, Irene couldn't help but spoke: "Ask. But I promised 'him' that I wouldn't say anything."

The word "he" can actually contain a considerable amount of information.Especially after thinking about Irene's identity and the mysterious boy who appeared in the police station.

Reid nodded and said hello.

Then, his question turned out to be... "Will you be in danger?"

"What?" Erin was a little puzzled.

"I mean, 'he', or 'she', are the secrecy measures tight enough?" Reid looked at her seriously. "If it's not tight enough, then you're likely to take the blame and resign."

Irene rubbed her chin, and let out a "huh"...Edward, it's probably believable.His girlfriend, Bella...has never been in contact with her, and doesn't know her.

However, taking the blame and resigning = love-love exposure, Irene is actually not that repulsive.

Reid seemed to see through Irene's mind, and coughed lightly again: "Cough, um, I..."

"Let's just say it." Irene leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the chair, with a very comfortable expression, "It seems that we don't need too many secrets."

"Well... I mean... I don't have much experience before... as a boyfriend." He was a little embarrassed, "So, a lot of things—trust me, if I need to, I will—but usually I— Um--"

Hey, little doctor, is it really okay for you to speak like that?

Miraculously, Erin understood what Reid wanted to express.

The full translation is: This is my first love.So, although I like you very much, I don't know how to express it, because I have never sent roses or chocolates to women.If need be, I can die in your place.

This is the benefit of brain wave synchronization.

Irene smiled slightly: "Then let's compare our learning ability, Spencer."

What is "learning ability"...

Miraculously, Reid also understood what Irene was saying.

The full translation is: You are also my first love, and as an antique 300 years ago, I also cannot learn how to express it.Therefore, we need to test and run in.As for what you can do, I can do the same, maybe better than you.

Reid's voice suddenly became low, with some embarrassment: "I...I understand."

Well.

Erin continued to rest her chin on one finger.

Obviously, Reid understood what she was trying to say.

The unspoken feeling is actually very good.

She smiled strangely, and like a gust of wind, she walked around the table, came to Reid, bent down, and looked straight into his eyes:

"So, shall we do something else, Spencer?"

what?

what?

Reid blinked puzzled.

Erin shook her head, returned to sit across the table, and continued to smile.

Brainwave synchronization failed.Apparently, Reid is rather retarded in this regard.

Well that's it...

"How about I stay overnight tonight, Spencer."

"...Ah... as long as you want, I will sleep on the sofa tonight."

"No need." Irene waved her hand, "Vampires don't need sleep."

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Vampires don't need sleep, but they need to bathe.

Especially for Irene who has a slight obsession with cleanliness, taking a cold shower is definitely a great enjoyment.

By the time she finished enjoying it, it was almost midnight.

And Reid has already fallen asleep.

Obviously, he wasn't worried about what Erin might do in the middle of the night.Or rather, he didn't care at all.

Reid was quiet when he was asleep.

Literally speaking, like a quiet baby...

Irene stretched out her hand to gently stroke his eyelashes, and suddenly found that his eyelashes were very long and dense, like two neat little brushes... Well, they are very beautiful.

His hair has grown to the ears, slightly curled, and he has the taste of a musician-although this guy is almost a tone deaf.

Hey, the more I look at him, the more charming he is, what should I do?

Erin tilted her head and couldn't help touching Reid's cheek again.It is still the touch in memory, soft and warm.

It seems that there is still a serious problem...

Will he be afraid of the cold?

Oh, it is indeed a very serious problem...

If he has been in the human state, I'm afraid they will always be soul-mates...

Forced to turn him into a vampire?

No, it's too unfair to him...

Irene has been circling some messy thoughts in her mind, frowning from time to time, and has begun to worry about their future.

As for whether another girl will show up and take Reid away...

It's out of her consideration for the time being.

"Well……"

Reid groaned suddenly, his brow furrowed deeply.

After a while, his breathing became rapid and he spoke some words unconsciously.Erin listened carefully, it seemed to be "basement" and "mother"?

Had he dreamed of his mother?

Reid woke up with a start, sat up, and bumped Erin hard on the forehead.

Irene was terrified, and the moment she touched the warm skin, she immediately turned over and rolled to the floor, and pressed the bed board so that it creaked.

Just kidding, getting Reid to run into her would have to blow my head off!

Reid's breathing was intense and rapid, and his heartbeat was also unusually violent.Under the dim moonlight, one could see large beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Irene asked softly, took out a tissue and wiped his sweat.

"I had a nightmare..." Reid murmured.

"Is it about the basement?"

"Yes... since 'that time', I have been stuck in a childhood memory, and I have been having a dream..." He was a little lost, completely lost in the memory, "I dreamed The corpse of a little boy, my mother, and..." He held his head in pain, as if he was trying to remember, but he couldn't remember anything.

Irene poured him a glass of warm water, patted his back lightly, and comforted him, "It was just a dream."

"No, no..." Reid said incoherently, shaking his head all the time, as if denying something.

"Okay, Spencer." Irene sat down in front of Reid, cupped his hot face with her cold hands, and said seriously, "Even if there is something, you shouldn't sacrifice your body. Get a good night's sleep Don't drink any more coffee late at night. I'm right next to you, if something really happens, call me."

The cold touch made Reid gradually calm down, nodded, his throat was still a little dry.

He drank some water and fell asleep again.

Erin looked at the time, it was only two o'clock in the middle of the night.

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