escape the phone booth

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29 chapter

He came after him?He came after him! Reid is chasing after him!

Still...was discovered...

My footsteps hesitated for a moment, and I didn't stop by a strange coincidence, but continued to move forward.

Obviously I made a decision to tell Reid the truth, but the scene I imagined was the two of them sitting on the sofa and having a long talk, not in this unprepared situation.

I'm walking fast, please, treat me as a passerby who looks a lot like that Nicole.

"Nicole!" he called again, already very close to me.

So, I started running in big strides... There is really no silver 300 taels here, and I actually started running.

"Nicole, wait a minute!"

I'm not Nicole, really not.

When I turned a street, I noticed the house address on the corner, and then I heard my dearest and most beloved 'red robe' calling me from a distance.

It's about time isn't it?

***

When I returned to the bustling streets of Las Vegas, I was still panting and my palms were sweating.

Nicole, you're useless, is it that hard to stop and say hello and tell the truth?

——It’s so difficult.

The sudden ringing of the phone startled me.I lifted the phone cover, and the screen flashed 'Biological Cytology Expert'.

I took three deep breaths, calmed down the panting, and pressed the answer button.

"Nicole, was it you just now?"

Reid's blunt words made me a little breathless.

"What are you... talking about, I don't understand. Reid, what happened?"

"You just showed up in Phoenix, 341 miles from Las Vegas."

This kind of firm affirmation scared me to death.

"I..." said Nicole, it's enough to be honest, "You must be mistaken, I've been with Aunt Diana all afternoon since just now."

Nicole, you can die!

There was silence on the other side, and I could hear the same rapid breathing that hadn't slowed down yet, but he didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Nicole…" he finally said, "I'll be back in an hour."

The phone was hung up, and I froze for five seconds before recovering.The next second, I'm trying to get back to the nursing home as fast as I can, and I need Diana's help, right now.

***

When she ran back into the backyard of the nursing home, Diana was no longer there.I looked at my watch. It had been five or ten minutes since that call.

As Reid said, if that city is only 341 miles away, then I need to find Diana as soon as possible, before he arrives.

I ran from floor to floor, asked information desks one by one, and finally, I saw her again on the chair in the lounge.

She was still the same, with dull blond hair and slightly drooping eyes, holding the previous book with thick yellow paper in her hand.

"Aunt Diana, I need your help." I walked towards her and got straight to the point, "I still can't do anything, that is, something happened just now, which made me suddenly unable to tell the secret, I..."

Suddenly, I felt that there was some liquid in the eye circles that blurred my vision, and I was so anxious that I was about to cry.

"Speak slowly, the sun hasn't set yet." She closed the book and looked at me in a leisurely manner.

The sun hasn't set yet, but Reid's coming...

"Nicole."

My whole back froze when I heard a voice behind me.I dare not turn around, but the more I do this, the more I will only leave him with the familiar back.

"Nicole, why are you running? Why are you there?"

Still turning my back to him, I bit my lip, my eyes didn't know where to look.How do I answer, truth or lie?

"Spencer, she's been with me, from noon until now, always."

I was stunned, and turned my eyes to Diana who was leaning on the soft sofa in disbelief. Her tone was serious, and there was no trace of falsehood.

I couldn't see Reid's expression, but I'm sure he was as surprised as I was, or more surprised than I was.

"Mom, but..."

Clenching my fists and releasing them, I finally had the courage to turn around.

"Spencer Reid, what exactly do you want to know?"

How many times have you called him by his full name since you met him?Probably the first time.He knows, I only call him Dr. Reid when I joke, but never directly call Spencer Reid, this time, I am also serious.

I'm not trained, I don't know how to fake, and every move I make shows that I want to hide that lame lie.

"I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

"Then you confirmed it now? I'm safe!" I gritted my teeth and looked at him.

The more he wanted to go deeper, the more I was like a hedgehog, wrapping myself into a ball to prevent others from getting close, and the hard thorns also hurt me.

I'm really useless, aren't I?

"Nicole, stop being self-willed and tell me, please? Tell me about the 'helpless', 'crazy', 'killer's get away with it' and the 'thing' you were talking about back then."

Reid moved closer to me, trying to reach for my hand, but I pushed him away.

that day?The day the damn drugged.I finally know what Reid has been trying to ask these days.

"Science or unfounded unnatural phenomena, which one do you believe in?" This abrupt sentence popped out of my mouth.

"Of course, I believe in science."

It's time for me to make a decision... to actually make a decision.

"Yes, I'm willful, so I don't want to say anything now, please make way for me now!"

I took a step to the left, and he also took a step to the right, standing in front of me.

"Nicole, you made me so unreasonable today!"

I saw a stubbornness in those dark brown eyes that I had never seen before, maybe that's what I have now.

"Get out of the way!" I repeated.

He stared at me for a long time, the light in his eyes dimmed, finally lowered his eyes, moved a step to the side, and made way for me.

I didn't look at him again, I ran out, I was afraid that if I was a step late, the tears would burst uncontrollably.

Nicole, you are useless, why are you so self-willed, stubborn and unreasonable today?

Isn't it just a supernatural phenomenon that scientists like Reid can't explain? What's so difficult about it?

His gaze kept on the girl, and he waited until he could no longer see her, then Reid turned around and looked at the middle-aged lady who had reopened the book: "Why are you lying, you know best, Nicole is not here this afternoon, right?" .”

"Spencer, if you think I'm lying, you don't have to believe it." When she said this, her tone didn't increase at all, and she was still calm, "But if you are like the one you showed me in your letter If you like her as much as you say, then you should believe what she says."

***

It was already the next day that Reid was back in Virginia, alone.

She only left a note at the hotel, and returned to the city alone, without even saying hello to him.

He went to her school to find her, but was informed that the dormitory would not be open during the summer vacation.Now, he doesn't even know where she is.

In just three days, he recalled, he had spilled five cups of coffee, missed buttons three times, and forgotten to shave once.

"Reid, what do you think about this?" Hotch's voice jolted him out of his memory.

"I think the killer left these things at the scene because..."

"Reid, I was asking what you think about bodies being dumped in the woods." Hotch cut him off. "What's been going on with you these past two days?"

"The girl still didn't answer your call, did she?" Morgan was the first to react.

Reid lowered his eyes in frustration, and nodded his head with difficulty.

"Don't be discouraged young man, go to her after the case is over, I'm sure Garcia will be more than happy to help you locate her cell phone."

Reid had been pacing the second floor of the apartment building for fifteen minutes and two seconds.It's not that she didn't believe the address Garcia gave him, he just didn't dare to knock on the door, he was afraid that he would be rejected again.

Maybe what he said that day was really serious, but when he thought of that night, the sobbing girl hugged him and begged him not to leave her.The more he wants to know that secret, the only way to help her.

Crazy, supernatural, whatever it was, he knew she was really scared, that's why he wrapped himself up tightly, and that part of him was hidden and never revealed.

Maybe he was really impatient, he should give her time and believe her.

He just said 'I won't leave you', but it still hurt her.He even yelled at her at that time, saying that she was wayward and unreasonable, maybe he was the one who was unreasonable.He never thought of hurting her, but he still did it inadvertently.

Apologize, apologize first.

Walking to the door again, he made a gesture of knocking on the door

Before his hand touched the paint-peeled door frame, it opened by itself. To be precise, it was opened by the dark-haired girl standing in front of him.

Her eye circles were red—how many times had she cried in the past two days—just stared at him, obviously not expecting to show up at her door.

***

It has been three days since I stayed in the room. I used the money I won from playing roulette in the 'Casino City' to rent the right to use this small apartment for a month.

The third time I broke the glass and the second time I wore my clothes inside out, I knew I had to reconsider.

Reid did nothing wrong. When he found out that I was in that dangerous place again, he should be the most worried and asked me why I was there for granted.

But I was like a cat with fried hair, blindly hiding myself while being extreme, turning a blind eye to all his concerns.

What did I say that night, what did he say to me again, I spent three days and couldn't remember it all, but I didn't rush to ask me on that second day, I think he still wanted to give me time Let me speak for myself.

He helped with the assessment, he helped earn the tuition fees, and I can always see him even when there is danger.He obviously cares about me so much and thinks of me so much, but I...

That 'get out of the way' must have hurt him, yeah, I can't understand it.

Diana was right, 'How do you know he won't believe you if you don't tell me. '

Come on Nicole, don't hold back this time.I put my hand on the doorknob, went to him, and apologized first.

I opened the door, and the face that I missed for three days was right outside the door.

Dark brown eyes with dark circles - how poorly he slept that day - stared at me quietly, obviously not expecting me to open the door at this time.

"I am sorry."

"I am sorry."

The same sentence, spoken from two people at the same time...

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Many people think that Nicole can confess to Reid in this chapter, but it still takes a process for the awkward Nicole and the scientific Reid to truly accept each other, so I simply abused them a little (yes, little

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30 chapter

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Hearing the same words, I was stunned, except for standing still and looking at him stupidly, all the other words I had prepared before were all rotten in my throat.

Reid pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly.

"I came here today to answer your question again." When he raised his head again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at me solemnly.

"My question?" I don't remember asking any questions.

The door was just so open, and the two people looked at each other through a door frame, the inside and the outside were very close.

"'Which do you believe in, science or unfounded unnatural phenomena?'" He repeated my angry words that day, "I still believe in science..."

I shrugged my shoulders, indicating that if this answer was another answer, Reid would not be the Reid I knew.

"However, if it's science and you, I trust you." He repeated, emphatically, "I trust you, Nicole!"

The god who had just recovered was stunned again, his heart beat suddenly faster, and the 12 ribs that were about to penetrate the chest cavity jumped out.

"Nicole?" Seeing that I didn't respond, Reid called my name.

Raising the corner of my mouth, I took the initiative to hold his hand, and pulled him into the door, "How long do you want to stand outside the door?"

He was dragged around obediently by me, keeping his eyes on the hands we were holding together. After a long time, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

***

"This house is pretty good, facing south, with good sunshine, not close to the edge, and it won't be damp when it rains. The air smells like the formaldehyde index is much lower than 0.08..." Reid talked non-stop.

Reid, you really don't need to talk like this, you came to talk to me, not to hire a Feng Shui examiner.

"Spencer..."

He immediately stopped and faced me, his eyes full of disbelief, and then he showed a happy smile, "What did you just call me?"

"Spencer," I repeated, chuckling, "don't worry, I'll tell you, everything. So you don't have to study how much mold is in this house."

On the sofa, I was next to him, raised my head, and took a deep breath: "Remember the story I told you on the plane? The truth rate of that thing is 99.8%"

"And the remaining 0.2%?" he asked, not making any difference I imagined there should be.

"'Big Red Robe' is not a wizard, but a crimson telephone booth that can be seen everywhere on ordinary streets." Finally, finally said it.

I continued to pick it up: "One day about half a year ago, I heard it ringing, so I got in and picked it up. Then everything changed. The University of Virginia was no longer the university I knew. America is no longer the country I knew. The people around me have changed. I don’t know them, but they all know me. It’s as if I’m having a long, long dream. Sometimes I’m lying in bed thinking , maybe wake up tomorrow morning, everything will change back, and Esta is holding the hair dryer to blow the long black hair..."

The left hand was held, and another pair of warm, living hands covered it. Spencer didn't make a sound, but I knew he was telling me that he was by my side, was with me, and was real.

"I thought it was over like that, but on the first day I came here, that thing found me again and took me to the place where we met for the first time. Remember that time? You asked me how It took less than an hour to get on a train bound for Texas from Virginia, which is 1200 miles away, and it took only one phone call. That kind of thing happened more than once or twice. Every time I make a phone call, I will inexplicably catch up with various cases, not because I am unlucky, but because I am forced."

His expression was finally slightly surprised, "What if you don't answer?"

"Don't answer?" I twitched the corner of my mouth helplessly, "If it's so noisy, you answer it. That thing is only for me, and others can't see it, so it doesn't matter if it rings again."

"But that guy's service is pretty good. Basically, when I've had enough 'playing', he'll pick me up again." I know I'm having fun.

One finger pointing to his chin, thinking about what else he hadn't said.

"Is there any pattern for that thing to appear? For example, time and place, or because you did a certain action?" Spencer asked me seriously.

Regarding his performance after listening, I imagined N possibilities, such as repeating 'this is unscientific' repeatedly with a different face, asking me if I have a hereditary mental illness in the family, or taking me to the hospital immediately for examination.

But why did he ask me the time, place and regularity of that thing appearing seriously, as if he was playing an online game.

So, I was surprised.

"You... believe this kind of thing that deviates from science?"

"I believe in you." Spencer bent his lips, his dark brown eyes were clear without any waves.

I admit, I was really moved at the time, yes, 'at that time', it was entirely because his next sentence made me feel that I was actually illiterate from beginning to end.

Spencer said this: "Actually, this kind of thing does not deviate from science. Because scientists in many countries have conceived of creating a 'space-time shuttle', according to Einstein's theory of relativity, time is the same as the space area, into a three-dimensional three-dimensional The Israeli scientist Ori said that the interior of time is empty ring-shaped matter, filled with some spheres in a normal state. If the huge mass mass produced by some machines can be used to distort space-time, this kind of space jump will also be possible. Not impossible."

So I wondered from the beginning to the end whether he would believe it for what?Sure enough, I must be illiterate who doesn't know what he said like a jingle.

"Then by the way, explain how that thing is only aimed at me... By the way, it also remembers all the places I have been to every time." I waited for the expert to use his scientific sentences to explain what I have been struggling with for half a year. 'Unscientific'.

"It may be an artificial intelligence computer or GPS positioning enabled, which automatically records historical data."

Next, do you want to say that this is most likely a new type of criminal method that uses the latest technology, or uses the theory of making invisibility cloaks to explain to me the distortion of light and sound for individuals...

"Nicole, do you need me to ask my team members to check for you or call the police."

"no need……"

Enough is enough, at last I don't have to hide it in my heart anymore.What's more, what you can understand may not be understood by others.At that time, it might not be the police car that came to investigate, but the special car from the madhouse.

"But if you go on like this..."

"Really... No need, I can handle it myself." I pretended to be indifferent and shook my head, "It's enough for you to trust me."

"Have you had any feuds or felt that someone might target you six months ago?" Spencer was probably still worried.

Enmity against me?A gun shot directly at my forehead, which saves money and trouble. Is it really necessary to make such a time-consuming and labor-intensive thing?So how much did I treat that person too much? There is no need to treat me like this. Besides, I don't know anyone who can win the Nobel Prize so easily.

I didn't even think about it, just shook my head.

He fell into deep thought again, as if he must find a reasonable explanation for this matter.

"Well, not everything can be explained by science. Besides, this thing is not completely harmful, it is what made me know you, isn't it?"

Knowing you may be my greatest luck in this miserable six months, Spencer.

"Since I've said it all..." I put my hands together and clapped my hands crisply, "You should say it too."

"Say what?" He looked puzzled.

I narrowed my eyes and showed a smirk: "That night when I was drugged and couldn't find my way, what did I do and say?"

"Actually, it's nothing...you hugged me, said you were unlucky, and didn't want to tell me the truth..." He tried his best to hide his uneasiness.

"That's it?" Why do I always feel that I have said at least three lines instead of three sentences.

"You also said..." He looked away uncomfortably, "You are very scared and told me not to...leave you."

So I already talked about it that night, right?I put my hands on my face and felt a little hot. What should I do? It's embarrassing.

"Nicole." He seemed to have made up his mind, and turned to look at me sideways, "I will never leave you, and will always be with you, so don't be afraid."

will always be with you...

So this is in disguise...

I took a few deep breaths, and in just one afternoon, I was a little out of breath due to the amount of information I received.

"Hey..." I muttered in a low voice, "Does it have to be the same as life and death?"

dead? 'Red Robe' loved me so much, how could he let me die?

He took me to see him and know him, no matter how dangerous it is, there is always him there... So, 'Red Robe' must love me, definitely.

So, don't take me to any dangerous places, okay?Don't take me away from him.

He shook his shoulders and curved the corners of his mouth: "If next time that, uh... the phone booth appears again, let me know."

How could such a dangerous thing implicate you...

"Nicole?"

"I..." I hesitated.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he opened his hand and gently wrapped it around, making me a little at a loss.

"Spencer you..."

"I'll be fine. If you're not by my side, I'm really fine." He pressed me close, and his breath made my ears itchy. "Promise me, you must tell me next time it appears again."

"Hmm..." The words have come to this point, and I can only accept it.

However, why do I feel like I promised Spencer a lot.

***

"In the shopping mall, I was taken to the toilet by the phone booth, and then watched a live performance..."

"Do you remember that fire, I only passed the exam at a fair level, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen into the make-up exam..."

"And on the plane, I was taken to other places before the hijacking..."

That day, we chatted for a long, long time, no, I talked for a long, long time until the light in the field of vision began to dim.

And he just listened quietly...

And 'Red Robe', thank you for letting me meet him.

The author has something to say: I finished coding before 12 o'clock~(≧▽≦)/~

Nicole changed her name to La La La

All that needs to be said has been said

We're done, alright?

Well, it's not over yet_

A girl asked how many words will be written in this article, I am here to tell you very solemnly (?), about 15W words

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31 chapter

"Hi, Spencer."

"It's okay, I didn't meet that thing!"

"It's just that you still remember what I told you last time, it happened on the plane."

"Yes, I remembered, that barn is in the suburbs, and the big boy named Ben has a certain IQ disease, and her mother has a very strong southern accent... Well, I'm still remembering the others, and I will call again when I think about it." for you."

Putting down the phone, I let out a long sigh of relief. Sure enough, these clues alone are not enough...

After me, how many people were killed?

In the past few days and nights, I have repeatedly recalled the scientific theory mentioned by Spencer and me. Perhaps, the 'red robe' may really be a high-tech intelligent product.

However, this kind of intelligence is definitely out of control...

Speaking of which, it's been a week since I made it clear to Spencer that I haven't seen the 'Red Robe'. Does this mean that the trigger for the end of this elaborate high-level conspiracy is to talk to someone about it?

***

I was wearing casual clothes, looking up at the row of exciting slogans printed on the huge billboard: kill the enemy, hurt the enemy, run away, there is no law!We only need results! ——Women's self-defense crash course starts in summer vacation!

According to statistics, the average monthly income of Americans is 3000 US dollars, but I earned 8000 US dollars in one night, plus the remainder after paying the tuition fees, maybe I can live without worrying for a year.

However, the fee for this kind of class... I dialed the number below, listened to the operator introduce the course in a professional tone, and hung up the phone decisively when the four-digit registration fee was quoted.

Or is it more practical to buy three sandbags to fight every day... My life is only worth three sandbags?I was suddenly frightened by my own thoughts, and seemed to have decided that 'Red Robe' loved me.Let me think about it again...

- jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle

I just said to think about it, I didn't say that I really want to sign up, so you don't have to treat me like this, right?

I stopped in my tracks, looked straight and turned my head, and saw that big bright red man staring at me with a dissatisfied red... I must have thought too much.

A room, a room, a room... This place is like a motel, with clearly marked numbers on the doors and long bright red carpets underfoot.

However, the place 'Red Robe' brought me is by no means a good place, I must leave quickly.

At the end of the corridor, there is a gray double door, and the indicator light of the 'safety exit' above it has been damaged.After pushing hard, there was a crisp sound of chains behind the door.

"Where do you want to go?"

The male voice with a nasal sound made my skin goosebumps unconsciously.

According to my experience, what you see when you look back is either a pervert holding a knife, or a human trafficker holding a gun.

His left hand subconsciously touched the homemade pepper spray in his pocket, but just as he touched the mouth of the bottle, his hand was grabbed and pulled out of his pocket.

"There are always a few people who don't know the way." His tone didn't sound like a human trafficker, but rather like a teacher who can't teach a child to teach a student who still can't learn a problem three times.

When I turned around, he had his back to me, wearing a waiter's dark black tuxedo, pulling me along the red carpet, and there was no other way to choose.

He has a lot of strength, and it's definitely not a good idea for me to break away recklessly without knowing the direction.

305, 307, 308... I silently memorized the house numbers on the door. The corridor was longer than expected, but apart from the previous exit, I never saw the second staircase or elevator.

Is the task assigned to me by 'Red Robe' this time an escape room?

"Be careful next time."

While I was still observing the surrounding environment, I was forcibly pushed into one of the rooms. I looked up and memorized the house number: 321

The door just closed, and I didn't even see the face of the person who dragged me over.The escape route is recorded behind the door just like a regular hotel, but it is all deceptive.

When I was ready to face the filthy life in the cell, I turned around and saw a scene that almost made me mistakenly think that this is just a dormitory for girls.

More than half of the room is crowded with ordinary single hard board beds, and most of the beds are sitting or lying on a young girl who is not much different from my age, and the race is very mixed, and there are people of all colors.

Most of them had dull eyes, just sitting there, some of them fiddled with their strangely colored nails intentionally or unintentionally.

"Excuse me..." I lowered my voice.

No one paid attention to them, this group of people were like puppets who had lost their emotions.

A madhouse for women?This is my first thought.

So I was just mistaken for a lost patient?This idea was quickly rejected by me. Have you seen hospitals change their uniforms from big white to big black?

"Jamie's bed is there." The one closer to me suddenly said.

"Huh?" I looked at her in confusion, not understanding.

"Aren't you here to replace Jamie? Her bed is over there." It was a white girl with long brown chestnut hair. She pointed to a bed and continued to play with her nails.

I looked in the direction she pointed, and it was a light blue quilt cover, with a few imperceptible pale pink marks on the edge of the quilt cover.

So now it's time to divide the beds?

I looked around, the windows on one wall were nailed tightly with rivets and wood, and the only thing that was blowing air into the room was the overhead central air conditioner.

Maybe it's time to ask the only 'living person' in the room, I walked back to the girl who had pointed me to the bed in the first place.

"Can I sit here?"

She glanced at me and continued to play with her nails.

I'll take her by default.

"What's going on here?" It's definitely not a dormitory for people living in groups, unless the teaching here is Buddhism that only needs to be in a daze.

She scratched the thumbnail of her right thumb with the pulp of her left thumb, and responded numbly: "Just get used to it."

It seems that there are no 'living people' in this room...

The door was suddenly opened, and the man at the door was still dressed as a waiter, but from his figure, it was not the previous one.There is another person beside him, also a man, whose face cannot be seen clearly from my corner.

All the girls turned their eyes to the door, and most of the expressions on their faces were numb.

The man outside seemed to point at a girl casually, and then the girl obediently got off the bed and walked to the door. The sound of footsteps disappeared the moment the door closed.

This unbelievable can be called a detective suspense drama.

"This kind of phenomenon is commonplace at night. It's better to sleep for a while while it's still early." She continued to study her nails.

"Are you willing to do anything other than fix your nails?" I'm still at a loss.

She finally stopped fiddling with her hands and looked at me appraisingly: "Even if you are new here, I have never seen you so stupid. This is not a hotel."

So can you explain to me who is stupid in your mouth?

"See that one in the corner? She was there when I came three months ago, and she looks like she's been here for a few years, and she's stupid now. So you better hurry up and find something for yourself Do it, or you will end up like her." She switched hands and continued to study the lines on her nails.

"what's your name?"

"Moira, but your name doesn't work here, you'll be asked for it when no one is chasing you.