I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

It was raining heavily outside, and it was getting dark. Berg couldn't get a taxi, so he could only walk to his old house on the outskirts of the city after getting off the last bus.

The windows of the house were boarded up, with a string of messy characters written on them in crimson paint that had faded.

Berg squinted his eyes to identify carefully, and barely recognized a few words in it.

'Are they coming? '

'La la la la, here they come. '

'Knock on the door, open the door. '

' Out came a doll. '

Berg looked away, put the umbrella aside, and kept exhaling white air from his mouth.

"Grandma!" Berg called to the door, "I didn't bring the key with me!"

When no one answered him, Berger rubbed his arms again. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the wooden steps with a soft sound.

"Oh my god, grandma! Open the door!" Berg pressed the doorbell, and the doorbell only made a clicking sound, which must have been broken.

He raised his hand and slammed on the door, and the door suddenly opened with a soft creak. Berg looked at the door and found that the lock was broken, and the door could be pushed open with a little force.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the old two-story building.

Berg stopped in mid-air, looking at the scene in the house in surprise.

The light in the living room was not turned on, and only a row of candles was placed on the floor, extending from one end of the room to the other. In the place where the sofa was originally placed, there was a delicate doll, and the doll's face was facing the door.

The cold wind blowing in from outside blew out the nearest candles, and the room darkened again.

Berg hesitated at the door for a moment, carefully avoiding the white candles placed at the door like a barricade, and slowly walked into the room. He fumbled to turn on the light, and the light tube barely turned on after a buzzing sound Get up and flash from time to time.

Berger was afraid that the light tube would explode, so he turned off the light again, took a candle from the ground, and walked up to the second floor with small steps.

"Grandma? What's wrong with you?" Berg put the shoulder bag aside and knocked on grandma's bedroom door hesitantly. He leaned against the door and asked softly, "Grandma? Mom asked me to see you, are you okay?" "

No one answered, and Berg looked around again, but he didn't find grandma. He leaned his head against the door and couldn't hear the sound inside.

He held the doorknob, opened the door, and sat alone with his back to him, lying on the table as if he had fallen asleep.

Berg breathed a sigh of relief, and he said helplessly, "Grandma, why are you sleeping here?"

As Berg said, he wanted to go there, but the ground was a little slippery. His footsteps slipped, and he rushed over and bumped into the chair. The person on the chair moved and fell straight to the ground.

Berg knelt on the ground and stared blankly at the people on the ground. His hands rested on the ground and felt sticky. He raised his hand tremblingly, and it was blood.

Suddenly footsteps came from outside the door, Berg turned his head slowly, and could vaguely see a huge figure standing at the door of the bedroom, followed by a bang gunshot.

The wind blew out the candles on the ground, and the room fell into silent darkness again.

………………

Reid raised his hand to stop a car on the side of the road, and after reporting the location to the driver, he began to think about what just happened absent-mindedly.

Although Rhett was a bit shy and innocent, it didn't mean that he didn't know anything about certain things. For example, he could now be sure that the kiss on the cheek that Qiu Chengke said definitely didn't refer to the French kiss.

Reid leaned on the car seat and tugged at his collar. The temperature in the car was too high. He muttered something softly and touched his warm face.

Qiu Chengke may like him, this cognition makes Rhett a little uncomfortable, after all, he has always regarded Qiu Chengke as a friend.

Although Qiu Chengke was handsome, gentle, and responsible, he didn't feel like a former killer or mercenary at all.

He also has an impeccable figure. When he stayed at Qiu Chengke's house, Reid saw Qiu Chengke wearing only a bath towel. He was well-built and well-proportioned, just like an elegant cheetah, with slender limbs and explosive power.

Reid sincerely believes that Qiu Chengke fully meets all the criteria of a perfect lover.

Rhett groaned irritably, he had to admit that he might like Qiu Chengke a little bit, when he just heard Qiu Chengke said that he wanted to kiss the cheek, he actually wanted to take the initiative to kiss back.

Reid shook his head, and when he looked at the car window, he suddenly froze. There was a residential area outside, and he quickly recalled the street distribution map here in his mind. This road can indeed reach where he is going. But it is the most remote one.

An outdated talk show was playing on the car radio. In the quiet car, the stiff laughter of the host echoed. The road became more and more remote, and it was difficult to see pedestrians on the side of the road.

Reid leaned forward slightly to look at the driver. The driver was an old man, his cloudy eyes were half-closed, and the cheese from the pizza he ate at noon was sticking to his stubble.

He's like an ordinary taxi driver.

"How to go this way?" Rhett tried to calm down his voice.

"The other roads are stuck in traffic." The driver replied in a muffled voice, his throat seemed to hold a mouthful of phlegm when he spoke.

Rhett nodded, and when he looked up, he saw himself in the central rearview mirror. He sat back again, lowered his head, took out his phone and sent Gordon a text message.

"Can you turn off the radio? I'm a little uncomfortable." Reid said with his head sideways, "I have a cold and a headache."

The driver clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and reached out to turn off the car radio.

Reid didn't continue talking to him, he dialed Qiu Chengke's phone.

Qiu Chengke is listening to Bud communicate with the police, Streisand has been temporarily taken over by the police, and Valita has been confirmed to be missing, and the case has been formally filed.

Rocker was teasing the little sweetheart with a piece of intestine, but he couldn't help but glance at the nearby police officers, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became stiff.

He threw the little ham on the ground, and the little sweetheart quickly picked up the ham and ran to eat it under the nearby table.

Rocker's eyes flicked back and forth between the officer and Bud, finally blinking in confusion.

Qiu Chengke picked up the phone, and Ruide's voice came from inside, "Qiu? Uh... I'm on the way to the small airport, and a special plane is waiting for me there." His voice was very calm, a little too calm.

Qiu Chengke subconsciously sensed that something was wrong. He silently received the city map like a policeman, and he would go to the airport in a bustling neighborhood.

Rhett's voice paused, and it was Qiu Chengke who discovered that the background on Rhett's side was extremely quiet, with no noisy voices, no sounds of shopping mall advertisements, and no other cars calling.

Qiu Chengke looked at the road above with his mobile phone between his hands, and found that Reid was taking the most remote road.

"The other roads are stuck in traffic." Reid whispered, after a long silence, he suddenly said softly, "Qiu Chengke, cough... I want to say... next time we meet, don't be shy."

Qiu Chengke was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised subconsciously, and the smile froze on his face after he realized it, he said worriedly, "Red?"

Rhett didn't answer, the phone was quiet, Qiu Chengke's chest heaved violently, and he whispered again, "Red? Rhett, are you still listening?"

Rocker looked over suspiciously, and instantly realized something had happened to Reid after seeing Qiu Chengke's expression. He was just about to tell Bud who was talking to a police officer, but he was thinking about the relationship between Bud and those police officers. After the strange atmosphere, he stopped in his tracks.

He took a deep look at Qiu Chengke, took advantage of going to the bathroom, hid in the cubicle, held the phone and whispered, "Morgan?"

"Rockel? Where's Red?" Morgan looked at Morgan across the way, and turned on the speakerphone. On Gordon's cell phone, there was a text message from Red, with only a few words on it, 'locate me. '

"We separated after we arrived at the police station. He said he was going to the small airport, and there was a special plane to pick him up and return to BAU."

"But the special plane didn't pick him up." Morgan said in a deep voice, "His phone has been on the phone all the time, who is he calling from?"

"With Qiu Chengke, something happened to him." Rocker whispered, "Qiu Chengke's expression looks like he's going crazy."

"The sound of flushing water? Are you hiding in the bathroom to answer the phone?" Morgan looked at Gordon, who nodded to him, and Morgan continued, "Did something happen to you too?"

"Actually, I'm not sure. We saw Bud here, the previous Bud Frank, but I think there's something wrong with him." Rocker said hesitantly, "I can't tell, he didn't lie, every expression It all corresponds to what he said, there is nothing wrong with it, but he is just... weird..."

Rocker's voice suddenly dropped. He heard someone open the door and enter the bathroom. The footsteps were very clear. He was wearing leather shoes. The person walked slowly, pausing for a few seconds every few minutes, and then continued walking.

Rocker knew that he was observing whether there was anyone in the compartment, the footsteps were getting closer, Rocker nervously held his hand/gun, and waited quietly.

The footsteps stopped in front of his cubicle, and Rocker could see a black leather shoe toe. He suppressed his panting, and pushed open the door suddenly, and the person outside the door let out a muffled groan.

Then came Bud's voice, "Rocker, what are you doing!"

Locker didn't relax his vigilance because there were acquaintances outside the door. He clenched his fist tightly and said coldly to Bud, "What do you mean, Bud."

"What are you talking about, Rocker." Bud rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You hit my handsome face!"

"Stop pretending, Bud, how can someone go to the almost empty bathroom and peep from cubicle to cubicle, are you a pervert." Before opening the door, Locker put the mobile phone that had been on call in his pocket Hiding, he raised his pistol/gun and pointed it at the largest area of ​​Bard's chest, ensuring that as long as he shot, he would be able to hit it.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Rocker turned his head sideways, "Take out the hand behind your back and throw it on the ground, quick!"

With a hurt expression on Bud's face, he took out a roll of paper from behind, slowly put it on the ground, raised his hand and said, "I just want to go to the toilet."

It was like this again, Rocker was desperate, Bud's expression and body movements told him that he was not lying, Rocker even wondered if he was thinking too much.

"You're my good friend, Bud, and I trust you." Rocker sighed and moved the gun down, at least to make him look less overtly hostile.

Bud smiled, he stood up, suddenly showed a strange smile, and quickly punched Rocker, Rocker subconsciously took a step back and pulled the trigger.

Bud covered his shoulders and knelt on the ground with a cry of pain. He looked up at Rocker, dawdled twice, leaned over and put his head against Rocker's gun, grinning and said silently, "Bang, you're done." '

The author has something to say: Happy Halloween!