prince and his shield

Two police cars, one was brought over by Steve calling the police, and the other was supposed to pick up Royston for a record.They came here when they moved the painting, and it is said that Olos gave them Royston's GPS location.

Royston actually had a position on him, Steve asked, and he thought it was all right.

Although he wanted to say something, he finally held back.If there is anything, when the matter at hand is over, come one by one:).

Plus the one Steve drove.The three cars had a thick stack of paintings stuffed in their trunks, and they drove to the police station in a string as if they had robbed an art exhibition.

Steve and Royston were taken separately to different interrogation rooms, and Steve truthfully explained what happened.Of course, an edited version of Royston being coveted by the man who, well, was.

However, what he didn't expect, although Royston himself brought up this matter.

But when he finally confessed, he didn't hide at all that he just wanted to beat him up, so he did it.

Steve, who was dismantled, looked at the police officer opposite... "Yes. But, he... just couldn't bear to see that man's vicious behavior."

The interrogation in the interrogation room next door was actually different from what Steve had in mind.

"Hi -- we meet again." The thin, brown curly-haired young man who looked like a college student waved his hand at the sitting Royston.

"Ah, Rhett!" Royston looked surprised, "I miss you!"

"Yes—" Reid had no choice but to bring a glass of water to his police officer, pursing his lips and smiling slightly.After the person left, he pushed the water to Royston, picked up his oblique bag and put it beside him.

"It seems that you have found our prisoner again." Rhett slowly dragged out the documents from his square bag.

"Oh, so you know." Royston stretched his neck to look at his files.

"Are these women?" Rhett cooperatively pushed some photos in front of him.There are several plasticized corpses on it. Unlike the previous photo taken by the man who had quite an artistic atmosphere, the photo taken by the person collecting evidence is obviously more realistic.

It's also more eerie.

"Well, yes." Ross Eaton glanced around and nodded.

"Hmm...OK." Reid, who was just on vacation, was called by Hodge and told him to come. He had expected the result he would get, so he put away all the documents.

"Can you be convicted?" Rose Eaton frowned, "They all committed suicide."

What is the charge for reprocessing a dead body?

"Actually, not all of them." Rhett smiled at him, and pointed to one of them, "His first one. His modus operandi was rough back then, and this woman didn't want to die that much. Sleeping pills, and the gas."

"It's homicide. JJ is already drafting a press release, and everyone will know what he did." Reid smiled, "The jury will not let him go. He can't get out."

Royston slumped in the interrogation room's deliberately designed semi-hard chair that didn't conform to human mechanics: "It's okay. It seems that I don't need me anymore."

Rhett sorted out the files, bit his lip, and hesitated.

"Olos is fine." Ross Eaton made an OK gesture.

"..." Rhett sighed, "I still don't recommend that you continue to be with her. If she starts, you will definitely be the first victim."

"For those people you want to catch, I'm the best victim. I won't be safe." Royston reached out and rubbed the hair of the cute little cutie, "Ah~ why are you so cute what~"

Rhett hugged his hair with a slightly troubled expression but did not refuse.

Ross Eaton covered his heart.

Damn, for so many years, the only child I have raised is such a real little angel!It's so sad.

"Speaking of which, why are you here?"

Rhett laughed: "Hodge thinks I should take a vacation."

"I also think you should take a vacation." Royston laughed, "I think you should all take a vacation. There are endless bad guys to catch."

After finishing college, Rhett was exceptionally admitted to the FBI, and then buried himself in the BAU, never to get out.He is in a hurry to catch perverts everywhere, even if it doesn't change much of his status quo.

"..." Rhett hesitated, "I saw that person."

Royston let out an aha: "How is it?"

"It looks very similar." Reid's voice was cautious, and he wanted to be more gentle subjectively.

"Sure enough, you are the only little angel~" Royston pursed his lips, then slapped the table, his face darkened, "Olos is acting like it. She knows everything, and pretends to be okay."

"...Ah, Olos—will she..." Rhett suddenly became nervous.

"She's smart and knows that I'll be really angry, so she won't." Royston waved his hand.

"You can't be sure." Rhett was still worried.

"But, that's me." Royston lay down on the table, smiling.

"...What?" Rhett was dumbfounded, "What me?"

"The one you think of." Royston raised an eyebrow at him.

Rhett slowly opened his mouth wide: "Really?"

Royston nodded.

Next to the one-way glass in the interrogation room, Steve and Natasha stood together, frowning slightly: "What do you think they are talking about?"

Natasha blinked her eyes, let out an uh, and turned to look at Steve: "You...can't you hear it?"

"What do you hear?" Steve hesitated.

Natasha laughed awkwardly.

Olos knew something, but didn't talk to Royston.

What else can I do?Isn't Steve White the Steve Rogers thing?

Is the captain's vest falling a bit too fast?Natasha raised her hand to curl her hair and pursed her lips.

Why do people who are a little familiar with Ross Eaton seem to have heard of the captain long ago?

In fact, it is not surprising to have heard of the captain.

But they reacted as if Royston and the captain once had a very complicated relationship.And everyone knows it.

why?

"Who the hell is that?" Steve couldn't help asking after listening for a while, "He doesn't look like a policeman."

"He belongs to BAU, a senior advisory group of the FBI. It specializes in dealing with serial murderers. The person inside is a profiler, who is said to be a genius." Natasha suppressed her doubts and explained.

"Specially dealing with serial murderers?" Steve turned his head, "So this time..."

"Well, it is said that this is an unsolved case in their team. This time, they sent local members to investigate as soon as they heard that Royston had sent a serial murderer who was suspected of being the murderer. Their explanations and Speaking to the outside world is more trustworthy and will help keep that person locked up to death." Natasha shrugged.

"What does he have to do with Royston?" Steve still missed his point.

"Actually, I just found out. Ross Eaton is their nominal foreign aid." Natasha bared her teeth, "He will be invited to assist in the interrogation when encountering particularly difficult cases."

"Hang on what?" Steve couldn't believe it.

"Otherwise, why does Royston make big and small things every time he commits a crime? To accept inquiries, he has to pick his schedule and have someone to pick him up." Natasha couldn't wait to share this with him. news.

Because she also just knew not long ago.S.H.I.E.L.D. dug deep into Olos' background, but temporarily ignored Royston.Mainly because the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that he was the captain's junior, so they didn't think too much about it.

"Chirp—Steve, today was great too~"

Still wanting to ask something, Steve froze.

Natasha's eyes were fixed, and her eyes slowly turned to his pocket.

The bell, which was set to maximum, scrolled back and forth in the enclosed compartment.

"Chirp—Steve, today was great too~ Chirp—Steve, today was great too~"

Natasha tightened her mouth and moved her face slowly.

Steve hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket, and frantically pressed the alarm.The sound ended with a 'chirp'.

He poked at his phone and saw the alarm on it was 'Lunch with baby? '

Natasha raised her finger to her lips.

Steve put the phone back in his trouser pocket.His whole body was hot, and his face was flushed with embarrassment.

The room was silent.

"...He recorded it himself." After a moment of silence, Steve said awkwardly.

No, this sentence doesn't explain it.

"This, this...well, I didn't set it up." Steve explained palely.

"Relax. I understand." Natasha patted him on the shoulder.

"No, you don't understand. This is..." Steve stammered.

"However, you still have to control your speed." Natasha kindly reminded, "People who don't know will think you are an idiot."

Steve rubbed his face with his hands.

Natasha hurried out of the auditorium, and then let out a series of suppressed laughter at the door.

As it happens, Steve, who has eyes and ears...

He tossed his cell phone away, and turned his head to glare at the person next door.Startled as soon as he turned his head, Royston stood behind the glass with his hands behind his back and looked at him.

Steve panicked for a moment, then remembered that the other side couldn't see his side.

He twitched his eyebrows and stared over.

Royston smiled, touched his left chest, made a gesture of heart to him, and blew a pouting kiss.

Steve stared at him stiffly, cheeks burning.

little bastard.

Hurrying out of the compartment, he went to the door and waited.

Natasha laughed enough, and said that she had made an agreement with the police station, and they would be able to leave smoothly later.

Thank you, send Natasha away, and wait for a while.Royston was also released from the interrogation room, followed by the brown-haired Red.

Steve turned his head, and the young man looked at him with scrutiny, scrutiny, and evaluation.

Kind of weird.

"It's the first time we've met, I've known you for a long time." Reid stretched out his hand to him.

"...Well, me too." Steve reached out and shook his hand.

"Want to have dinner together?" Royston looked at Rhett.

Steve thought of the alarm just now uncontrollably, and his ears started to turn red again.

"No, I... um—" Coincidentally, Rhett also blushed.

Royston understood: "Girl or boy?"

"Girl..." Reid looked helpless.

"Cough, I'm sorry." Rose Eaton patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, "Go, go, get along with the girl."

A school of patriarchal style.

"You guys had a good time too." Rhett smiled, then glanced at Steve again, "You... well, you're a nice guy."

Steve... "Thank you."

"Goodbye."

The young man with the bag in his hand walked out of the police station briskly. To be honest, it looked rather weird.

After all, not all normal people can step out of the police station and feel like they just left the wedding scene.

"So, want to have lunch with your little one?" Ross Eaton turned to look at Steve.

"Jesus, what the hell are you?" Steve blushed.

"Do you want to eat?" Royston gave him an arm, "I know a good place."

"..." Steve pursed his lips.

"Anyway, you have to take me there." Royston sighed and looked at him.

"...Where?" Steve asked helplessly.

"I'll take you there." Rose Eaton smiled, "You'll like it."

The author has something to say: It's three o'clock——