Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

[So...] Cynthia said with difficulty, [Now the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. have teamed up? 】

【No.They don't know your identity either. ] The system answered firmly.

Cynthia: [Then please explain why there are two FBI agents staring at me, thank you. 】

【I have no idea. 】The system said blankly,【Maybe they are here for vacation, just because they are fascinated by you? 】

【…Tell me the word 'fascinated' again, and I will feel physically uncomfortable. ] Cynthia was extremely weak, 【Also, where did you find out that they were on vacation?Business sedan?A black business sedan?A black business sedan parked on a crumbling side road? 】

[Well, I'm just talking nonsense. 】The system is broken, 【So, what are you going to do?Otherwise, just walk away as if nothing happened. 】

Cynthia glanced at the motionless business sedan.

[No,] she said, [I don't like to be passive. 】

In the car, Spencer Read, a genius detective with three Ph.D. degrees and an IQ of 180, was staring in horror and hiding on the back of the seat.

"Hodge. Why did she come here?" He looked ahead, where, behind the car window, the lady they had been closely monitoring and protecting was walking straight towards their car.

"She, she was going to go inside." The little brown-haired doctor stammered and added, his big puppy-like eyes turned "Gulu" and looked at his leader wide open.

His boss, and head of the entire Criminal Behavior Analysis Unit (BAU), Aaron Hotchner, shot him a resigned look.

Although this kind of situation is not much in their experience, there have been several times at any rate. Generally speaking, it means that the guardian has discovered their existence.What's more, the lady's behavior was so obvious that Rhett's mind could not have guessed it.

He's just afraid of dealing with this lady -- no, he's afraid of dealing with everyone, to be precise.

The mother bird, Hodge, who knew that the little doctor was not very good at interpersonal communication, could only sigh, and reminded in a deep voice: "She found us. Get your documents ready."

Reid then took out a lot of sundries in his pocket, and then smashed out his ID card.

At this time, Cynthia had also come to the side window.

"Du, Du" knocked on the window twice, very polite.

Hodge and Red looked at each other, then lowered the window.

Cynthia's extremely unrecognizable face appeared behind the car window.

"Good evening, gentlemen," she said with a smile, "what can I do for you?"

The two were surprised to find that, unlike her face that would disappear as soon as she entered the crowd, this lady's voice was actually very pleasant.

A serious career and a serious personality complement each other. Hodge only paused for a moment, and then held up his credentials in a businesslike manner: "FBI agents handle the case. Please forgive me if I offend you."

Cynthia said reasonably, "It's okay, no offense."

She didn't hide her scrutiny, and stared at the two of them for a few seconds, then widened the smile on her face, and asked, "Have I violated the law recently?"

"No." Hodge denied in a deep voice, "It has nothing to do with you, we just stopped here and you just happened to pass by."

Cynthia tilted her head.

"But you're watching me," she said.

Both Hodge and Rhett were taken aback for a moment.

Rhett responded quickly: "No!...I mean, no, we didn't monitor you, we just took a look at you."

Just looking at you by the way.

Hodge pinched the bridge of his nose unbearably, and said, "I'm sorry. It involves an unclosed case, and I can't disclose the specifics yet."

"Oh, is it."

Cynthia did not express any opinion on this, but smiled inexplicably and said, "Well, I have to go. Good luck with work, gentlemen."

After saying that, she straightened up and walked slowly into the path.

Leaving the two people in the car staring at her going back for a long time, they didn't turn their heads until they disappeared from sight, and looked at each other.

Reid couldn't help sighing, "It would be nice if Morgan was here."

It's about Derek Morgan, a good-looking black man who's always been a master at dealing with women's issues.

Although he is also very handsome, Hodge is serious and old-fashioned, and looks very scary: "..."

Ten o'clock at night, Cosmopolitan Lodge.

Cynthia was lying on the bed covered with a quilt, and leaned on the high and hard pillows very uncomfortably.

System: [I still think you don't need to do this...]

Cynthia: [Be prepared. 】

[Plan B?You're really looking more and more like Batman. 】

【To shut up. 】

The window of the living room on the first floor suddenly squeaked.

The system said in a deep voice: [Here we come. 】

Cynthia closed her eyes.

Everything was so quiet, as if there was nothing unusual.

The wooden stairs leading to the bedrooms on the second floor creaked extremely lightly.

Patrick held his hatchet, tiptoed, and quietly pushed open the bedroom door.

Cynthia was fast asleep with her eyes closed, her blond hair scattered on the pillow.

The curtains in the bedroom were not fully drawn, and the moonlight outside the window shone, reflecting on Cynthia's loose hair, like a blooming epiphyllum at night.

It is the purest, noblest and finest color.

It was Patrick's dream color.

Patrick stopped breathing for a moment.He stared blankly, looking at the dazzling and gorgeous platinum, the ax in his hand loosened and tightened.

When he came to his senses, he was already standing by the bed, looking down at Cynthia's sleeping face.

Now he could kill the woman with a single lift of the ax without even extending his arms.

This woman, like his colleagues, looked down on him, belittled him, and thought he was not good enough for her.

Killing her, can that hurtful rejection come out of that mean mouth?

Something seething, sizzling, churned in his heart, egging him on.

—Let's do it, how refreshing the splash of blood is!

——Let's do it, let all these people suffer retribution!

He was almost on the verge of doing it.

But the other half of him loves the dazzling and vibrant blond hair so much—if he cuts off his head, although he can make it his forever, can it still be so beautiful?

After hesitating for a while, Patrick still slowly put the ax on the bed sheet, and then slowly climbed onto the bed himself.

He sat straddling Cynthia, not looking at her face at all, just staring straight at the blond hair, with a greedy light in his eyes.

As soon as those brown eyes, which implied madness, turned, they stretched out their hands and slammed towards her neck.

A white arm suddenly stretched across the eyes.

Patrick was startled, his hands could not stop grabbing it, he was shaken by that arm, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell hard obliquely forward.

He threw himself into the soft quilt, unable to struggle for a moment.

Before he got up again, Cynthia put her hands on the back of his neck instead, and white light suddenly bloomed on her body.

"Be open-minded, man!" she gritted her teeth, feeling a surge of power flow from her to Patrick.

After the white light passed, she let go of her hand.

Patrick fell limply on the bed, unconscious.

Cynthia spread out her palm, looked around, and said hesitantly: 【...What did I just do? 】

[I don't know? 】The system panicked, 【You, what did you think just now? 】

Cynthia: 【... Let him be more open-minded? 】

System: [... Then he might become an open-minded person in the future. 】

[But I'm not sure if I just used too much force. 】

【………】

In the middle of the night, in the dark and no one there, Cynthia sneaked out the door, dragging an unresponsive figure.

She carried the man on her shoulders, almost with all her strength, and carried him into the woods behind the hut.

【Where are you going? 】She was panting while asking the system in her mind.

She was going to put Patrick in the woods, on the path of the rangers, so that it would appear that he had lost his way and passed out.

She didn't want to get involved in a case, even if she was the victim.As for the FBI—

[Turn right ahead, bypass...] The system was pointing out a route for her that was not monitored, but suddenly paused, [Wait a minute, Cynthia, there is someone! 】

Cynthia stopped abruptly and tensed her body.

In a bush in front, something moved the leaves and rustled a few times.

[It was the two FBIs before. 】The system said.

Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief.

She sighed softly, and threw Patrick's dead body aside as if giving up, making a dull sound.

"Come on, gentlemen," she said, "I can explain this."

Three seconds later, Hodge and Red, who were holding the wooden warehouse, came out of the bushes.

Cynthia could tell at a glance that Rhett Duanmucang's posture was not standard.

She raised her eyebrows, pointed at Patrick, whose limbs were twisted on the ground, and explained innocently, "He's not dead or injured."

Hodge was silent for a while, but still waved the wooden barn: "Raise your hands, ma'am."

Cynthia obeyed obediently, with a bit of aggrieved expression on her face.

Reid, who was on the side, walked up to Patrick, stretched out his hand and turned him around, breathed first, and then observed carefully.

He turned his head and raised his big eyes to look at Hodge: "Not dead, breathing normally, no skin trauma."

Then he looked at Cynthia with extremely confused eyes: "What did you do?"

"Well..." Cynthia said vaguely, "He broke in, and I fainted him."

"But, how did you do it?" Rhett stood up and walked in front of her, "You don't look injured, and neither does he, which means you didn't fight; there is no drug smell left on his clothes, It's not the result of the aerosol either; your going out in the middle of the night and trying to get him out of your house means you don't want to be found out about what happened tonight - if it wasn't something you did to him, there was something wrong with you, That’s why they don’t want to be associated with the case and the police.”

Cynthia was silent for a while and sighed.

"If I tell you, will you keep it a secret?" she asked.

"The specific content of this case is kept confidential." Hodge replied sternly.

"No." Cynthia shook her head, "I mean, will you guarantee that everyone except the two of you—forget it, and your entire group—will not know? bosses and the government."

Hodge and Rhett looked at each other.

"You mean, it's a personal request?" Hodge asked.

Cynthia: "Exactly."

Hodge was silent for a while, looked at Patrick who was unharmed on the ground, and finally said: "Okay."

"But you have to make sure that the content has nothing to do with the case," he added.

Cynthia smiled.

"Don't worry, you won't have to worry about it soon."

As she spoke, she ordered the system in her brain: [System, remove the magnetic field that blurs my appearance. 】