Criminal Minds Profile

"I won't leave." That firm voice said, "Even if she loses her aura as a criminal profiler, even if she goes to jail because of this incident later, even if being with her will implicate me, even if She has no evidence at all to prove her innocence, even if everything is her subjective guess without real evidence, I still believe her."

The dying little fox, who was seriously injured, dropped a series of bright red blood drops on the pure white snow, and was chased by ferocious hounds behind him. However, his energy was exhausted, and he was about to fall down in the icy snow and become the victim of a wild beast. Stomach——

It closed its eyes resignedly, but fell into a gentle embrace.The fairy sister carved from ice and snow embraced her, and the pure and pure person did not dislike the blood on her body, but hugged her even tighter.

The warm liquid hit the back of Diao Shuzhen's hand, and the heart that had been wronged and experienced life and death would not cry because of the pain, but turned into soft spring water in the inadvertent tenderness.She choked up silently, afraid that her voice would be heard by the two people upstairs, so she wiped away her tears and stood up while leaning on the wall.

On top of endless sentimentality, Diao Shuzhen suddenly aroused endless courage, and an inexplicable force urged her to stand upright.The pain in her stomach eased a lot, the raging burning sensation stopped, and it seemed that the lightness had disappeared. She walked downstairs quickly.

It was night, a young woman stopped in front of the Honor Roll of the Department of Psychology, University Z, her eyes fell on her name, and then gradually moved down, until she found Jiang Xiaoqi, the last two students.

Ge Zhenlin, Jiang Xiaoqi, Cai Yuexin, Wei Jiawei, Hua Zui, Lin Ziyan... neatly arranged names flashed in Diao Shuzhen's sight. The name of a young man who has spent his youth.

She was wearing a white shirt and a pair of slim jeans. Her face was very young, and she looked like the students coming and going in Z University.She seemed to have tidied it up on purpose - the short-tailed braids smelled like green apples, and the clothes were new and tidy, as if they had just been bought from a store.It's just two band-aids stuck abruptly on the left and right of the cheeks, as if to cover up something.

She just stood there in a daze, until the moths under the street lamp hit the scorching lampshade again and again, and the sound of flapping wings attracted her attention.A moth fell straight to the ground, unable to move.

Diao Shuzhen took off a leaf of the silk tree, and wrapped the dusty moth into the leaf.The ugly little Fei'e was struggling in her hand, half of its wings were scorched, and it seemed that there was no way to jump towards the flame it was attached to.

Diao Shuzhen squatted down and gently put it into the grass on the side of the road, with gentle movements, as if caring for a seriously injured and dying patient.

"Don't be greedy for that fire." She laughed softly, not knowing who she was speaking to.

The night gradually deepened, and the midsummer shower was approaching, and the whistling wind was blowing the withered flowers, swirling on the ground.Keen students hurried across the campus after evening self-study, lest they would be drenched in the coming heavy rain.The students who came and went occasionally cast curious and concerned eyes on Diao Shuzhen. Seeing her in a daze, they didn't bother her, and hurried back to the dormitory on their own.

Thick dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the night sky like daytime.Diao Shuzhen seemed to hear the screams of timid students coming from the wind, and the sound of hastily closing the windows and putting away the clothes, making a mess.

A drop of rain fell in Tianxin, carrying the scorching heat of midsummer.The rain curtain gradually expanded to the surroundings, and countless silver threads were pierced between the sky and the earth, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

Diao Shuzhen didn't move, she just stood there, like a silent statue, or like a dead man hugging a pillar, letting the heavy rain slide down her cheeks, back, and limbs.The clean white shirt was soaked, and the almost transparent clothes stuck to her upper body, outlining the smooth and even lines of youth.

She just waited for that person so infatuatedly.

She never doubted that such heavy rain would hinder that person, and she never doubted whether that person would find this place.She is like an old fox in her twilight years standing in front of her master's tombstone. Will the master get up again, touch her fur that is no longer young and clean, and kiss those old, hazy eyes that are no longer clear and bright, to comfort her? A soul with nothing but scars—it doesn't matter to her.

She just waited.

The sound of heavy rain on the road did not affect Diao Shuzhen's capture of the familiar footsteps, as if they were beating on her heart, coming from far and near.A big dark blue umbrella cut off the cold rain, opening up a warm and dry space for her.

The unique cold fragrance came slowly with gentle heat, she didn't look back, pretending that the water marks on her face were just the imprint of heavy rain.

"Why don't you go home?" Song Yucheng gently grabbed her collar, turned her over, grabbed her wrist, and rubbed it gently.When his eyes fell on the Band-Aid on her face, he suddenly went dark.

Diao Shuzhen curled his lips, and his amber pupils were stained with moisture.She had sorted out her mood originally, and planned to face Song Yucheng calmly and politely, but such a simple sentence of concern brought out her full of sorrow and grievance, but she couldn't express it.

The warm-colored street lamp illuminated Song Yucheng's black eyes, as if a cluster of fire had been lit.She thought of the poor moth with scorched wings for no reason, and the sadness in her heart became a disaster, and she was about to overturn it.She also noticed that there was a circle of pigmentation under Song Yucheng's eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot, his calm expression was replaced by melancholy and anxiety, and he might not have closed his eyes for the past few days.

Her heart felt warm and sore again.In fact, Song Yucheng has been looking for her for as long as she has been in exile outside, without stopping for a minute or a second.Only by constantly looking for it can we slightly alleviate the burning anxiety.

"You didn't eat well, and you didn't rest well." Song Yucheng's deep eyes lingered on Diao Shuzhen's cheeks, "You were injured, and you cried."

"I didn't!" Diao Shuzhen subconsciously quibbled, but the inadvertent weakness and pleading in his tone, as well as the vague nasal voice sold the master out completely.

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the warm yellow street lamps shone on the falling rain line, which was as beautiful as a flying snow.Song Yucheng dropped the handle of the umbrella in his hand, put more strength into his hand, and embraced her in his arms.The drum-like heartbeat could not be covered by the heavy rain, and it resounded like thousands of troops and horses, and finally merged into one with the same frequency.In the warm light, Song Yucheng clasped the back of her head with one hand and wrapped her waist with the other, and the warm breath enveloped her like that.

The summer night's shower came quickly and quickly, and the cold water drops fell on the branches and leaves of the camphor tree, and then hit the two of them from the gap, creating a sense of gentleness for no reason.Song Yucheng carefully pressed his cold lips, tossing and grinding, and gradually pried open the tightly sealed door.Her movements were jerky, but so earnest and pious, as if she was holding some holy ceremony.

Diao Shuzhen allowed her to invade, and allowed the other party to take his breath away, as if he wanted to tear through his stomach, peel his skin to his bones, and merge into one.The kiss was so strong that she felt the burning pain in the mucous membrane of her mouth, and there was a rust-colored fishy smell in her throat, but she was still unwilling to let go.

As the lips and teeth were grinding, the heat rose, like two pieces of flames burning in the ice, trying to turn the heavy rain into steaming water vapor, and the white mist lingered around them.Everywhere was soaked, Diao Shuzhen's forehead hair stuck to his cheeks, Song Yucheng's long hair on his back was wet, but they never stopped entanglement, the ambiguous sound of sucking water, even the overturning heavy rain couldn't submerged.

Like a lingering death.

Warm yellow street lights.Quiet campus.Lines of rain falling one after another.Lovers embracing in the rain.There was unspeakable desperation and sadness in the tenderness, they were reluctant to end the kiss, but they couldn't stop the wheel of fate from rolling over, and the grand death arrived as scheduled.

In the quiet campus, an ethereal singing voice suddenly came. Amidst the mixed sound of rain, the penetrating ethereal female voice was full of melancholy, dark and lonely, as if singing a funeral song.

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

Youlikeyourgirlsinsane*

She was leaning against the railing under the street lamp, feeling powerless all over, and an ambiguous silver thread was drawn from the corner of her mouth.She broke free from Song Yucheng's arms, her voice trembling and hoarse,

"Let's go, Song Yucheng." She closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look at the sadness in Song Yucheng's eyes, "I won't go back with you."

"Can I ask why?" Song Yucheng asked cautiously, with a humble tone that made people feel distressed.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired of it." Amidst the sound of the rain, Diao Shuzhen heard his voice cruel and decisive, "I'm tired of being a criminal profiler, tired of running around every day, tired of being with others. What kind of favorite game do you play, it is already a miracle that we can last for so long. Just right, now is a god-given opportunity—”

"Don't you care about the case?" Song Yucheng hastily cut off her words, as if grabbing some life-saving straw, "Don't you suspect that Jiang Xiaoqi is not the real murderer?"

Diao Shuzhen wiped away the wet hair in front of his eyes, and laughed nervously. The laughter was extremely ear-piercing, "Song Yucheng, wake up, I'm no longer a policeman. What does it have to do with me if I'm not in my position and not looking for politics?"

"I abandoned you, Song Yucheng." Diao Shuzhen waved his hand, turned and left.

She gritted her teeth and tried her best not to look back.She seemed to be in a daze, she didn't see the way ahead, she just stepped straight into the muddy puddle.

Song Yucheng stayed where he was, looking at that resolute figure——in the torrential rain, that thin shadow lowered its head, floating like a ray of lonely soul wandering outside.She walked quickly and in a hurry, as if she was trying to escape from something.Song Yucheng went out to conduct autopsy all the year round, drank the snow water flowing down from the plateau mountains, saw the frost formed by the condensation of minus [-] degrees in Harbin, and touched the bones that had been sealed in the freezer for decades——

But for no reason, she felt that this midsummer shower was the coldest wind and rain she had ever experienced. It was so cold that the cold wind invaded her muscles, and the cold air was biting.

Not far away, a red umbrella stood there quietly, watching the big show quietly, until the end of Qu San's life, before drifting away in exile in the wind.

In the boundless heavy rain, one person stood there blankly, as if lost in spirit; one person walked away quickly, walking in a hurry, as if fleeing from a desert, and the two gradually drifted away, like two parallel lines that would never meet again Wire.

The author has something to say: *borntodie

(The author is holding the lid of the pot) Don't throw the blade, I guarantee that the sweetness will come back soon!