Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Clark's interview was released.

Except for the nagging in front, the uncut kind.

The attention that was finally appeased by the Justice League returned to Cynthia like a rising tide.

Some people focus on Cynthia's state, while others pay more attention to Cynthia's thoughts revealed between the lines in the interview-it has to be said that Clark's question just caters to Cynthia's future plans, and people are beginning to realize, "Moonlight Goddess's attitude towards superheroes, which side does she stand on?

Others, on the other hand, focused on something very strange.

[Relying on the bat moon is so sweet! ! !I didn’t expect to be able to eat bat moon sugar 1551 after a year]

[Although, no one thinks that the interaction between Cynthia and this reporter is also very loving. 】

[The little reporter stuttered after being teased, I'm fine.What can I say except I'm fine. 】

【Really are! !Strong women compete high! ! ! 】

[If this couple comes true, it would be quite cruel from the perspective of a young reporter...]

[My bat is obviously more cruel? 】

[It depends on how it is going, whoever does not catch up will be more cruel. 】

[Who still remembers our Gotham sweetheart... Oh forget it, I don't think he has a chance of winning at all.Bu Yue used to be a gimmick because of the gimmick of "2 minutes to say goodbye to my beloved". After reading this interview, I resolutely gave up and entered the Bat Moon Pit instead.Cynthia was really gentle and affectionate when she mentioned a certain bat, 'my hero', oh my god it poked me too much. 】

[Bai Yueguang, ex-boyfriend and Tianxiang?Oh bloody pain literature. 】

...In short, in various ways and aspects, Cynthia's sense of existence has become stronger in people's eyes.

It's not all good, either.

At the very least, this threatening letter lying in Cynthia's hand is not a good thing.

The Avengers gathered around Cynthia, staring at the threatening letter with solemn faces.

The envelope of the threatening letter was unremarkable, with Cynthia's name and address filled in the recipient's column in a printed form, but the sender's side was empty.

When the envelope was opened, it was a threatening letter made in an old and common way.Word combinations cut out of newspapers one by one are put together, looking weird, rigid, and lifeless.

"Resurrected, scam. Care, taken away.

False, get.Really, forget.

By, what?Why?By, what?

he can not.

I will.

kill you.

you.originally.should.die. "

Cynthia put the letter on the table.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely heavy for a moment, and no one spoke.

Cynthia looked at them, sighed, and said, "It's okay, don't take it too seriously. Haven't you received such things?"

She poked the letter with her index finger, and the letter moved a short distance on the table.

"I've seen worse," she said.

"No." Tony said, crossing his arms irritably, "don't you understand? After your comeback, you will use the ability of mind control every time you appear in public. With this ability, except for those who really hate you, who Would you do it again? Who would have thought of doing it?"

"Tony's right," Steve echoed. "This really needs to be taken seriously, and the same mistakes can't be repeated."

Cynthia pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly: "But you can't be a frightened bird, right? What if this is what a person who is very eager to play pranks does?"

Tony: "...you make me think of a bad person."

Sol, who was listening blankly, said, "What? Who?"

Tony: "..."

He rolled his eyes.

"Okay." Captain America brought the topic back as usual, "Cynthia, there is some truth to what you said. Maybe there is no need to go to war, but I still hope that you can follow the normal process-report the crime, make notes, accept Protect."

Tony said with disgust: "God, Captain, are you serious? What's the use of reporting the crime? When will the fbi ever complete the task? Let her stay with me, Jarvis monitors 24 hours a day, I don't believe it won't An idiot who writes still finds a chance."

He pointed to the spelled-out letter.

"That's not protection, that's sex, Tony. Cynthia won't agree." Steve said helplessly, "And don't slander the FBI agents, they are all very capable people."

Tony rolled his eyes again.

"Go and report the case, Cynthia." Natasha softly persuaded from the side, "I know a few people in the FBI who can help you transfer this case to someone more reliable."

"'Reliable guy'? To you?" Cynthia asked with interest. "Who?"

"Criminal Behavior Analysis Unit, or bau for short," said the red-haired agent.

Virginia, Quantico, bau group.

Today, bau welcomed a special guest in the office building.

Of course, he is also an acquaintance of everyone.

Cynthia, the moon goddess.

Hodge led Cynthia to walk ahead, taking her through the structure and layout of the office building briefly, and his words were as strict as a real estate agent who just took office.

"...The general layout is like this. After completing all the procedures, please stay here for a day. Starting tomorrow, agents will accompany you back to your residence in New York to ensure your safety." Hodge said with a straight look, familiar with the road Pushing open the door in front of him, "If you have any questions or needs, you can come to my office. If I'm not there, you can also find any agent in the bau team. They are happy to help."

"I will, thank you." Cynthia said, smiled at Hodge who was holding the door for her, and walked inside.

Inside the door, Bau's agents stood neatly and huddled together facing the door. When they saw Cynthia coming in, they each showed a stiff smile, and their voices were erratic: "Hi..."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows high.

"Oh, hi." She was beaming. "Nice to see you 'again'."

The word "again" is clearly emphasized.

Bau agents: "..."

Only Rhett had an expression of "I don't know what you are doing", looked around at the colleagues wearing pain masks, raised his face, and waved with Cynthia very normally: "Me too."

On the side, Morgan and Garcia glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's incredible eyes.

Cynthia smiled secretly, walked to Rhett, leaned against his desk, and pretended to be sad: "So, except for Rhett, aren't you all happy for me to come?"

"Oh!" the fat girl Garcia yelled strangely, "No! No, no, no... we're just... just..."

She poked Morgan in the back hard, motioning for him to say something.

"Aw!" Morgan exclaimed in pain, then comprehended Garcia's eyes, and gave Cynthia an awkward yet polite smile, "We're just too...too...uh..."

"—I'm so excited." A blond female detective who had been watching at the side finally couldn't stand it any longer, and came over to shake hands with Cynthia. Everyone calls me."

"Everyone just calls me Cynthia, the Moon Goddess sounds too weird." Cynthia smiled and shook hands with her, "Hello, are you a diplomat from the bau team? I saw you on TV, very neat style of work."

Some eyes widened in surprise: "Have you seen me? God, I thought..."

"cough."

Just as the atmosphere between Cynthia and her was getting more and more harmonious, the handsome black detective also moved his head in, unwilling to be lonely.

He coughed calmly, stretched out his hand, and said to Cynthia: "Because the previous meeting was not formal enough, please allow me to introduce myself again—— Derek Morgan, agent bau, affiliated with fbi, hope Befriend you, fair lady."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully.

"Friend?" she said, "do I need to pass on the cost of that margarita to you now?"

Hadn't been part of the bar tour last time, and now stares at Morgan dumbfounded.

Morgan gave a wry smile and conceded defeat on the spot: "Okay, okay, Cynthia. I won't fight with you anymore. I apologize, I'm sorry, it was my fault last time, I shouldn't have come to test you."

Cynthia shook her head: "Actually, that's quite interesting, and it made me think a lot. If you want to know the answer, I can tell you now."

Morgan froze for a moment. Before he could speak, Hodge at the door frowned and said, "You don't need to tell them. They don't need to know this."

Everyone looked at Hodge's face that was turning dark, swallowed, and said one after another: "Yes, yes...We don't want to know..."

"That's right, don't tell us..."

"Thank you goddess, but forget it..."

Reid also wrinkled his face and shook his head, obviously tortured by his inner thirst for knowledge.

Cynthia touched her nose amusedly: "Okay, then I won't talk about it."

"Let's get down to business." Hodge walked in front of her and knocked on the table. "Everyone come and listen—Ms. Cynthia, do you have any guesses about the identity of the criminal? The criminal who sent you the threatening letter?"

He put a copy of the threatening letter on the table,

"Well..." Cynthia pondered for a while, "There is no specific candidate, but they should not be among the people I know, at least not the group of people I know. He said 'why', and then said 'you (should) die ', which means that he has resentment towards me in his heart. It is not an indiscriminate threat, nor is he killing me for no reason. As for the "he" mentioned in the letter, I think it should be the clown. After all, the society once believed that the clown successfully killed me. ,and--"

The phone rang suddenly.

Cynthia couldn't help but froze for a moment, stopped talking, lowered her head and took out the phone from her bag.

A string of garbled characters was displayed on the phone screen.

Cynthia: "."

Cynthia hung it up quickly.

Morgan could see clearly from the side, he couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Whose phone is it?"

Whose phone needs to be hidden so mysteriously?

I also saw it, and added an explanation gently: "After you were threatened, the bau team was ordered to protect. During this period, it is best to inform us of all other contacts and relationship changes, so that we can prescribe the right medicine and not fight unprepared wars."

Cynthia looked around, all the agents looked serious, and they probably wouldn't let her go until they got an answer.

She was silent for a while and sighed softly.

"It's nothing," she said, changing her stance and putting one hand on the table to make herself look more casual. "It's just my ex-boyfriend."

Morgan: "Just your ex-"

"—ex-boyfriend???!!!!" Garcia screamed.