[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

Rosa went home by herself without waiting for Tony to pick her up. She needed someone to calm down now. What Hannibal said hit her hard, and she instantly felt that there was a lot of danger around her, as if she was being buried full of landmines. One step and one fry.

Because the nerves were too tense, even her stomach ached. Rosa quickly took out two stomach medicines from the medicine cabinet. She leaned on the sofa and felt really tired. At this time, she really missed Xia Xia. Locke, if he was around, she wouldn't feel so insecure. Rosa seldom cried, but the value of her emotional valve reached its peak. She couldn't control herself, and cried loudly while hugging the pillow.

After a while, she squeezed the necklace around her neck and slowly calmed down. She secretly encouraged herself—no matter who was targeting her, she would not be defeated.

After venting her emotions, Rosa figured it out. She wiped the salty tears from her face, went to the bathroom to clean herself up, and then went to the kitchen to cook a small pot of millet porridge for herself.

She had just brought the millet porridge to the living room when Tony called, and she answered, "I forgot to tell you, I'll be back first."

"What happened?" Tony asked, with her character, she wouldn't do such a broken appointment.

"Doctor Lecter is a pervert, I don't want to see him anymore." Rosa remembered that Tony's psychiatrist was also Hannibal, no, they must be isolated, Hannibal's control over the human mind has reached its peak To the point, if he intentionally guides Tony's thoughts to some strange place, it will really be a catastrophe for mankind. Although Tony is very smart, he has a specialization in art, and Hannibal is definitely the one and only existence in the field of psychoanalysis .

Tony coughed twice in shock. In his impression, Dr. Lecter was definitely a gentleman, so what did he do to make Rosa so angry, and he asked cautiously, "Why?"

Rosa couldn't tell him the truth, she didn't want Tony to be involved in this bunch of complicated things, the work of the Avengers was already enough for him to worry about, she lost her voice for a while, and could only say arrogantly: "He His eyes look evil, I know this reason is not convincing, but I don't care, I just don't like him, you should quickly replace the psychiatrist."

Tony chuckled on the other end of the phone, touched his nose, and agreed, "Okay."

Everything we Rosa says is right, let alone a psychiatrist.

Rosa hung up the phone and was drinking millet porridge while listening to the news on TV. BAU agents appeared on the screen. There was another serial killer case in the United States. This time, all the victims were young women in their 20s. , the scope of the murderer's crime is in Manhattan.

Rosa couldn't complain anymore. The United States is really a magical country. There are as many serial killers as dogs. The production of perverts is like processing and wholesale. There are dozens of them. No wonder there is a need for so many superheroes.

When Rosa was worried about the rainy weather and had to take the subway for more than an hour to go to class the next day, she never imagined that she would become the target of a serial killer.

The BAU team was located in the temporary office of the New York Police Department. Morgan hung up the phone with a solemn expression: "Hodge, I received a report from New York University that an Asian girl is missing."

The serial killer’s modus operandi has not only appeared in the United States, the first case occurred in the United Kingdom, so when the same pattern of murders appeared in the United States, they immediately contacted experts in the United Kingdom, uh... I didn’t expect the people sent by the British government Not a member of the police, but the famous consulting detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Even if he is not in his own territory, Mr. Curly Detective still occupies a dominant position. His majestic dark trench coat is just like the British weather, full of presence.He frowned when he heard Morgan's words, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

They have identified the suspect as a student of New York University, and the real target of the criminal is also a female student of New York University, so they specially reminded the school leaders to pay attention to the attendance of the students, and report to them if something goes wrong. notify them.

Garcia quickly retrieved the missing girl's information. When Sherlock saw the familiar face, his face instantly became gloomy. It was Rosa. The serial killer's real target had always been her.

Why is she so in love with perverts? !

Reid stared at the photo for a long time, his eyes became heavy: "She is the ultimate target. The selection of the serial killer's crime targets in the United States in the past six months has been based on her. The eyes of the first victim, the eyes of the first victim The ears of the second victim, the mouth of the third victim, and the nose of the fourth victim all have her shadow, she is dangerous now, we must find her."

Garcia quickly traced the location of the phone, and found that the location finally showed that it was Tisch College of New York University. She shook her head: "The phone must have been thrown away by the murderer."

Morgan quickly reacted: "No, this means that the murderer knew her. It is very likely that the two of them took the same course, sweetheart, and cross-screen quickly."

"Exclude those who have no European travel experience, not art students." Reed quickly added.

Garcia followed their instructions, and his fingers were quickly operating on the keyboard. The list on the computer screen was decreasing faster and faster. Sherlock suddenly interrupted: "Don't bother, I have her position." He Hold another laptop and show it in front of everyone.

A group of people headed by Hotchner looked at him strangely, and finally Hotchner, the leader of the group, asked, "Mr. Holmes, do you know the victim?" Otherwise, how would you know that she has other positioning devices on her body? .

"She's my fiancée." Sherlock said loudly.

Rosa, who became her fiancée: "..." Why didn't I know that someone proposed to me? ?

Everyone looked at Shylock with sympathy. His fiancée was in danger. He must be feeling very sad, but he had to pretend to be himself.

When Rosa woke up, she found that her whole body was limp and she couldn't lift herself up. Her mouth was taped and her hands were tied behind her back.

She looked at Tom Rhodes, and she couldn't figure out that this beautiful boy who looked like an angel in front of her could be the serial killer mentioned in the news?This world is really crazy.

"You're awake." Tom Rhodes was sitting opposite her and kept observing her. He was holding a paintbrush and an easel beside him. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. It's not like a serial killer.

As soon as Rosa came to her senses, she realized the truth—she had to get him to take the tape off!Otherwise she is no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He looked into her eyes and shook his fingers lightly: "No, I won't help you take off the tape, someone can tell me something bad will happen."

Rosa quickly caught the message in his words, it was "someone" again!So this is also a dangerous part.

"Would you like to see my work?" asked Tom irresistibly.

It was only then that Rosa noticed that this was a studio. The shelves were filled with sculptures and paintings. She had to admit that his artistic talent was extraordinary. Perhaps he was inspired by the stimulation of killing again and again, so that he could Create better works than others.

"I killed a woman with eyes like yours to create this painting, and this sculpture was inspired by a woman with a nose like yours..." He looked at his hands, his eyes became crazy: "They should be grateful I had the opportunity to dedicate myself to art, and I saved their ineffective and powerless lives, they deserve to die!"

The contempt and arrogance of human life in his tone made Rosa deeply frowned. If these extraordinary works were paid for by living human lives, it would be too cruel and desperate. He cannot be called a real artist at all, he is just a beggar crawling under the feet of art, and God has not cared for him.

"Why do you show disdain in your eyes?" He grabbed Rosa's shoulder and asked her sternly.

Rosa's mouth was sealed with tape and she couldn't answer his question at all. She could only convey her meaning with her eyes. Tom was a little dissatisfied with this state, but he still remembered the man's order and did not act irrationally.

Rosa watched him extend his hand and take it back, feeling a little disappointed, it seemed that aggressive methods were useless.

"You don't know the greatness of dedicating yourself to art, that's why you show such an expression. You will understand when you understand that your death will become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation." He patted Rosa's face and continued. : "You are my muse, I didn't want you to die, but your substitutes can no longer stimulate my creative desire, so you must die! I am destined to live for art, and there is no Things can block my way to the temple of art."

He laughed crazily, like a devil crawling out of hell, like he drew a Swiss army knife out of his pocket and approached step by step, as if someone was playing harsh music in her mind, her heart was beating irregularly and fast, She moved sideways desperately and fell off the chair, tears welling up in her eyes from fear.

Tom looked at Rosa like a cat looks at a mouse in the palm of his hand.He squatted beside Rosa, and stroked Rosa's wrist twice with a sharp knife: "Just one touch, and the blood will flow out."

--don't want!

Rosa yelled desperately in her mind, and for a moment it seemed as if the valve had been released, a force gushed out, the tables and chairs shook, and the statue fell from the shelf with a crisp sound.

"Are you a mutant?" Tom looked at her in horror, and stabbed her fiercely with a Swiss Army knife.

Rosa looked at the saber with sharp eyes, and the saber turned around and flew towards Tom. The point of the knife was only two inches away from his neck. Tom staggered and fled outside, but all the doors and windows were locked. He looked at Rosa. It's like watching a devil from hell.

It's ironic, isn't it?

somebody is coming?Sensing the approach of a living being, Rosa used her consciousness to control the Swiss Army Knife to stab his abdomen, and the blood instantly stained the white clothes. She didn't intend to let him die, but she didn't intend to let her go so easily. It is the best solution.

At the moment when the blue light in Rosa's eyes faded, his memory of this paragraph was deleted, and then he fell into a coma completely.

"FBI—" Morgan yelled, knocking through the closed door.

Seeing the situation in the room, everyone froze for a moment, and Sherlock quickly thought of Rosa's super power and reacted.

Kneeling beside Rosa, he carefully untied the rope and the adhesive tape that hid her, fearing that she would feel a little pain, saw the red marks around her lips and on her wrists, and the storm rolled up in her eyes, He hugged her tightly in his arms and kissed her forehead.

Sorry, I should have come to you earlier.

Sherlock easily lifted Rosa across his arms, and a necklace fell from her neck.

She was always by my side.