[Zhongyingmei] What kind of magical girl

The senior special agent sent by BAU to interrogate Tim looks too young. Although the other party claims to have an IQ of 187, has three doctorates and two bachelor's degrees-but facing the face of this peer, Tim still has Subtle awkwardness.

The BAU senior special agent named Spencer Reed is said to have been the youngest special agent. He joined the FBI at the age of 22. As for why he "was", because Tim Some intelligence was extracted from the conversations of those BAU members, that is, their team seems to have recently welcomed a young and excessive member.

However, he failed to break the record of his youngest detective, and the new member seemed to be 22 years old when he joined.

Tim analyzed casually, and answered Dr. Reid's routine questions perfunctorily and casually. The other party recorded his name, age, position, alibi and other basic criminal investigation information according to the procedure. , did not find any exceptions.

Of course - Red Robin has always been able to deal with factors that are not good for him beautifully.

I have to say that this Dr. Rhett is indeed an extremely intelligent person. Although Tim has been wary of him and has kept a lot of it, he can still catch some clues and catch some clues occasionally. He opened his mouth to sound abstruse psychological or data analysis; although it is impossible for Tim to really admit which parts he guessed and how much he guessed, this does not prevent him from admiring this side view like magical peeking. writing skills.

"I have already submitted the suspect's personal file in the Wayne Group to the police. If you need it, please negotiate with Director Gordon." Tim said to him politely: "I think our conversation today It's almost over here, you haven't found any breakthroughs, and I don't think I have anything to explain. Since I am busy with my business, please contact my lawyer for follow-up matters, thank you."

The young doctoral agent is obviously not very good at verbal disputes with people. Tim, who has been dealing with the old barks in the group all the year round, is different. Resisting and repelling, he thought that his easy-going posture was impeccable, but Rhett had long seen the impatience beneath his gentle face, as well as the fact that he was obviously concealing it.

He had an intuition that Tim's concealment might not have any direct connection with this case—he was concealing other things, and Rhett felt a little confused about this, and he would not be interested in things that had nothing to do with the case to the point of invading other people's privacy , but since the secret has nothing to do with the case, why is the president wary of him, even hostile?Because of the FBI?Or because of other more complicated reasons?What unusual secret is he hiding, and one that must never be known to others?

Sometimes the job of the BAU is to extract the slightest possibility from the impossible. It is nothing new to have reservations about special agents, and many people will; After making a judgment, there may be more articles to be discovered in this young president.

"Yes, thank you for your cooperation. Our partners will obtain the necessary information from the police station later." Reid stood up and shook hands with Tim, taking advantage of the moment when the other party relaxed, he continued: "But I can Talk to your adoptive father—that is, Bruce Wayne? Although you are the sole agent now, some major projects of the Wayne Group still need his signature, right? I don’t think he can be in this case Completely stay out of it."

Tim: "..."

He has maintained a decent smile and froze, that is, he is here, if it was Damian, that devil bastard, he would have lost his patience and cursed the doctor who dared to push his nose and face to get out.

But--a good character design is also one of the compulsory courses for bat masters, don't play if you are unhappy.

So the gentle and polite President Timothy Drake can only continue to smile: "Okay, no problem, my car is outside, do you choose to take the police car or take my car? Bruce should be at home at this time, and it can be arranged You meet."

Reid, who is completely ignorant of the world, made a decisive decision: "I'll take the police car." He turned his head and called Derek Morgan who was waiting outside the door. a thumbs up.

Tim: "..." He looked at the doctor's blushing face because of a thumb, and was speechless for a moment.

He really wanted to get close to these FBIs, but a guy with high IQ and low EQ came along—anyone could tell that he was getting close just now, right?But this doctor doesn't appreciate it at all!What can he do?He is just a humble guide.

Tim felt very irritable. He originally planned to visit S.H.I.E.L.D. It's the same every time, there are always unexpected events that hinder his related plans, although I don't know why the power that inexplicably blocks his cognition of Lianxue from Kofengyuan seems to have become a little weaker recently, so that his memory of her is slightly blocked. It is allowed to keep a part, and it is precisely because it is much clearer that Tim is more determined to talk to Kofengin Lianxue face-to-face. He wiped off the mist on the glass and saw that the part was once blurred. The pictures, those——are about Kopuin Yuki, his treasure.

The more anxious you are, the more calm you need to be. He seems to be holding the steering wheel intently, but in fact, his mind is full of miscellaneous thoughts, such as how to find Lianxue in Kofengin, what words to choose as an opening speech after meeting, Can't these damn FBI agents navigate by themselves? Wayne Manor can be regarded as a famous coordinate point of Gotham. It's okay for him to get rid of them, right?The big deal is to apologize after arriving at the destination. The FBI can't be so narrow-minded and really be serious with him as a president, right?

Thinking this way, Tim was about to step on the gas pedal, when he caught a glimpse of something not so good in the corner of his eye——

They had already driven into a relatively remote area 5 minutes ago, and it is reasonable to say that they would not meet anyone here, but not only did he see someone, but that person was also dressed as a clown, but it was definitely not a clown, because of his size I'm sorry, so it's a member of the Clown Gang, that's fine, what's more terrible is what he is holding and carrying on his shoulders——

It's an RPG-26 rocket launcher!

"F/UCK!" Tim, who recognized the hot weapon model at a glance, immediately gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel. The tires rubbed against the ground and made a piercing scream. He crashed into an FBI police car, and completely blocked the front of the police car with a swaying body. His special car has a combat strength that cannot be matched by ordinary vehicles. Under such circumstances, it is obvious that he wants to reduce casualties as much as possible. Doing is the best solution!

Reid and Morgan, who were nervous by Tim's sudden big movements, rushed out of the car before they had time to unbuckle their seat belts and pull out their guns. It was really a terrorist attack. The clown gang The members accurately fired a 1.8kg armor-piercing projectile at them, and the moment the projectile exploded, Tim’s car was blown away—he simply abandoned the car and fled decisively in a crisis, and rolled over to hide his figure in the After getting into the police car, he watched with cold eyes the expensive custom car burning in the raging fire.

"Holy Shit..."

Morgan and Reid also quickly evacuated from the car, and used the protected police car as their own shelter. There were still burning vehicle parts scattered all over the ground. The two of them took out the gun from their legs at the same time, and decisively loaded.

"I know that one of your specialties in Gotham is explosions." Morgan said incredulously, "But such a blatant attack on the FBI in broad daylight? This is the first time I've seen it!"

"Really? Then my suggestion is that you stay in Gotham for a few more days." Tim said helplessly. He didn't have a gun, and he couldn't wear a uniform in front of people, so he had to press the button quietly. Button to call the Batcave.

"This is Spencer Reed, we encountered an attack on the way to Wayne Manor, please help!" Reid immediately pressed the headset button, and said very fast: "Hodge? Sia? Can you hear me? Light—"

"Communication is normal, Senior Spencer." A female voice came from his headset: "Garcia-san has locked your position, hold on, keep communicating, Mr. Hodge and I are leaving now!"

Tim felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar, but what happened next did not allow him to continue thinking.

Because the clown showed up.

"Hi, little president. Should I say long time no see?"

The clown is still dressed in the classic style. After the flashing incident, his muscles are naturally making a comeback. However, the clown who has already prepared himself is not easily restrained this time. The footsteps of the two creatures from the demon world were only because he had received information about the itinerary of the young president, and he planned to cut him off here.

"What are you trying to do, clown?" Tim yelled sullenly, leaning his back against the police car.

"Oh, take it easy, good boy, I just want you to do me a small favor." The clown's voice slowly approached from a distance: "You said, trade your life for those two disgusting things Disappear completely - Batman won't disagree? Ha! This is a rare loss-making business for the Joker, and you made it!"

After judging that there were no other footsteps, Morgan immediately stood up holding the gun. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the clown's head with staring eyes, and shouted at him sharply: "FBI! Stand where you are and don't move!"

"Tsk tsk, this is going to scare me to death!" The clown raised his hands cooperatively, but he still had the same hippie smile on his face, and he still approached the police car step by step slowly: "FBI? Hahaha, the little bat You are not welcome to intervene in Gotham's affairs, Gotham does not welcome you! Maybe if I kill you, he will still be grateful to me-"

"I said, stop!" Morgan warned again, but it still didn't work on the clown.

Rhett held on to Tim's arm tightly, as if he was afraid that he would choose self-sacrifice on impulse—to be honest, maybe Tim should be moved, but he wasn't. He could pretend to follow the clown's conditions and go with him , and then find an opportunity to get out and change his uniform, come back and beat him up and send him back to Arkham's raging hands. Reid's intention to protect him is good, but such kindness completely limits his performance.

So he hates outsiders, even the FBI, these people don't understand the rules of Gotham at all - meet vicious/events in Gotham and wait for a note to save you, it's better to pray that your family has enough money for you Get things done.

"Oh, don't be so nervous, FBI." The clown smiled and took out a bomb with a hideous pattern from his arms: "Look, I don't intend to be an enemy of the Federal Police at all, I just want to talk to the little president about it." Just reminiscing about the past. My time is precious, if you still decide to hinder me, it will only let you try other Gotham specialties, such as... laughing gas bombs."

As we all know, laughing gas - a kind of drug.

Rhett's limbs became stiff for a moment, and Tim was keenly aware of the fear exuding from him. He immediately judged that the young doctor had suffered a lot from drugs, or had some bad memories. , Great, this means that he can't take any more risks. Who knows if the lunatic clown will throw the laughing gas bomb over on the spot and scare the doctor, who is in a psychological shadow, into unconsciousness?

Morgan's arms were obviously softened due to fear, but he still stared at the clown viciously, but his momentum had dropped a lot. Obviously, he was not sure how to resolve the current predicament.

"Come out, little president~" The clown hummed: "Before we implicate our righteous FBI~"

Tim patted Rhett's hand to signal him to let go, and shook his head at him; Rhett didn't lose his mind in fear, on the contrary, as soon as he bit his lower lip because of fear, he pressed harder Gripping Tim's arm.

Tim: "..." You let me go and let me "transform"!

"Well, it seems that you chose to toast instead of fine wine." The clown's voice suddenly became gloomy: "In that case, I will break your expectations and show you that these FBI can't guarantee—"

Before he could finish speaking, another yell came from a further distance—probably from behind the clown.

"Don't move! FBI!" The stern female voice, which was somewhat lacking in spirit, pierced the deadlocked air loudly: "Please stop your behavior immediately! If you continue to express your intention to attack FBI special agents, I have the right to kill you on the spot!"

This voice...!

Tim's body moved faster than his brain, and he stuck half his head out from behind the police car and looked straight at where the sound came from.Unfortunately, due to the angle, the clown's body blocked most of the effective field of vision, and he could only see a few strokes of long red hair fluttering in the wind.

Familiar voice, familiar hair color——

"Don't worry, my colleague is here." Reid breathed a sigh of relief, and his previous nervousness seemed to have eased a lot: "Although she is a girl, the marksmanship of Koshoin is very good. In a critical situation, she You are fully capable of killing criminals, please rest assured that the FBI will guarantee your personal safety."

And, a familiar name.

"Kofuin..." Tim slowly turned his head to look at Reid, staring at his eyes and said word by word: "Kofengin, Lianxue? Kofengin, Lianxue?"

"What? You know her?" The astonishment in Rhett's eyes was clear.

"..."

For a moment, Tim felt as if he was returning to the land from the plateau, and the ears blocked by the sticky pressure difference gradually became unobstructed, and the shielded part of his brain seemed to clear the clouds at this moment. It became clearer, those pictures and sounds that he could not find no matter what he did could not wait to fill him up, and the surging emotion in his heart almost made him want to cry loudly——

And he couldn't hold back his tears.

"Guangfengyuan Lianxue." He covered his face, repeating the name while crying and laughing: "Guangfengyuan, Lianxue."

The clown was still rambling crazily, and the young girl yelled loudly over and over again, refusing to budge.

Behind the cover of the police car, Reid stared wide-eyed at the young president who was in tears. He was overwhelmed and wanted to comfort him but didn't know where to start, so he took out a tissue and handed it over; Timothy Drake is a man who can still fight against the FBI without changing his face. He looks easy-going and docile, but in fact he is a typical tough guy who doesn't eat hard. In short, in Rhett's view, he is A cumbersome and difficult target not to be underestimated.

But at this time, this hard stubble is covering his face and shrinking in the shadows, tears are dripping from between his fingers to the ground, and all this can be called a weak image contrast, just because of the "light" Fengyuan Lianxue".

Not only did they know each other, but their relationship might be even more complicated. With Rhett's step-by-step judgment, he suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and was about to say something to ease Tim's emotions——

"boom!"

At this moment, gunshots rang out.

The author has something to say:

Yes, the sister didn't develop a second superpower plot line, but she joined the FBI and became a public official.

In the first version, I thought about letting her join the police station of the Psycho-Pass to play the adjudicator, but after thinking about it, the judgment logic of the Sibilla system might enable the entire Batman to activate the lethal mode... Forget it, it’s too hell. Yes, you can't catch Xiaohong as a hunting dog for your sister.Although it seems a bit fragrant when you think about it, it is still too ghostly.

BAU is so suitable. With Reid’s lessons learned from the past, my sister’s psychology is also a matter of course. BAU also focuses on behavior analysis. This is not an excellent new stage, and you can even create some fragrant triangles...