CM Criminal Minds: Candy Queen's Chef Knight

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Everyone has secret sufferings that are not known to outsiders. We often say that people are as cold as ice, but in fact he is just dejected.

Maybe it was cutting on the comatose body, which was really not fun for her. After asking Mike to apply the medicine to him, she tied him to the bed and let him have a good rest.

After Mike finished, he walked out of this cage, listened to the news and the radio at any time, and paid attention to the police's developments.

Emil walked into the cage for the first time and watched Adolf who was mummified quietly. She knelt beside the bed with guilt and helplessness on her face: "I'm sorry, Adolf, you are a very good person. I am also very sad about you and your love."

"Your physical torture is over," she stood up, "I just don't know..." Maybe because she didn't know how to word it, she stood up and left gracefully.

Adolf opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at her lake-blue back, and then fell asleep quietly.

I don't know if it was the talent given to him by God, but his body recovered very quickly. After careful examination, Emil felt that he could already withstand the second stage of torture.

He was completely tied to the chair, unable to break free, and the entire cage was completely covered in white.

In the past, it was possible to know what time it was from the frequency of torture, but neither Emil nor Mike had it again, even though he was already dying of thirst.

He can only look for colors other than white from his closed eyes.

Perhaps his body had finally reached its limit, and Emil walked in front of him lightly carrying the porridge he had made.

At this time, Adolf, who was semi-conscious, was extremely well-behaved, and slowly drank the seafood porridge at a suitable temperature.

Emil's expression became five points softer, and his feeding movements became more cautious.

There was still more than half of the porridge left, but she had already got up and left.

Adolf, who seemed to be in a coma, finally realized how long he had been missing, six days.

Emir has been delivering food to Adolf since that day, but it does not keep at a certain frequency, so as to prevent Adolf from confirming the time, and the amount is very small, ensuring that he will not die, but he will not have the strength.

It wasn't until the third time that Mike appeared with her, and she returned to her indifferent look again: "Adolf, as long as you are willing to say that I love you and not Garcia, I will let you out of this cage."

He sneered with difficulty, and let out a cold snort from his nose.

Emil simply couldn't understand his stubbornness, she was just a not-so-beautiful fat woman, she just verbally betrayed her out of her sight, in order to survive, why couldn't she?

Mike looked at him with more approval in his eyes. He has not said a word, such eyes seem to say: "Yes, if you love someone, that's what you should do."

The pure white world is like a boundless ocean, sinking and floating in it, time cannot be felt, space has no perception, it seems that only the consciousness of the soul is left, and the body has died. Can feel the existence of the body from the pain of the body.

After an unknown amount of time, she asked again, "Are you willing now?"

BAU, Garcia looks at Morgan: "I'm going to the rescue."

"Garcia, I will bring him back safely, please wait for him to come back obediently." Morgan looked at her distressedly, "Do you see how haggard you are?"

"Morgan... Derek." She weakly grabbed his hem, "I want him to live, to live well."

He naturally knew how low the possibility of surviving after three days had been, but he said firmly, "Trust me, okay?"

"Can I really not go?"

"I want to be there for him the moment he's out of danger."

"He has always spoiled me, I just want him not to be so afraid."

Her tone was soft and innocent, no longer domineering and cute like a queen.

Derek's eyes hurt when he heard it, and he said: "You have never been out on the field, and if you make a mistake, you will bring him danger."

So, she can only watch them enter the villa from a distance, far away, painless?

How useless she is, Adolf, who cannot save you with her own hands, or even comfort you, in your misery.

A villa, and that's where the Emil they profiled for days was.

Morgan kicked the door open. "FBI."

A timidly dull man was there, with a wooden club in his hand, with the Emir unconscious at his feet.

He was subdued by Derek first, and Emil was also arrested. He whispered: "He is there."

The tape recorder kept ringing, "Say you love me, but if you don't love Garcia, I'll let you go..."

Adolf kept murmuring, "I love Garcia, I love Garcia."

Morgan took off the silver-gray bandages all over his body: "Where's the ambulance?"

Hodge sighed: "I've already called, it's almost here."

"Is Garcia all right?"

"She's just outside, so she shouldn't be able to avoid it."

"Also arrange a psychiatric exam for him," Gordon said.

"Regular?" Morgan said.

"Arrange a professional and hope they're strong enough," Hodge said.

Ambulance personnel arrived quickly, and Garcia watched him come out lying on the single frame, and couldn't wait to pass.

Morgan stopped her: "Garcia, I'm sorry, I think you'd better wait to see him after the operation."

"Why?" she cried vulnerablely, "Can you tell me why?"

"He should, he doesn't want you to see, he doesn't want you to worry," Morgan said. "He really loves you, so he doesn't want to see you cry, you know?"

"Derek, you are not him, why do you say that," she waved Morgan's hand away, "He needs me very much, he needs me now."

"Garcia!" Looking at the back of her blocking the taxi, Morgan did not catch up in the end, although he felt that he was right.

In the hospital, the operating lights were on, and Garcia sat there with his eyes closed, full of sadness.

After a few hours, Morgan brought the soup, "Garcia, you've been making soup for a long time. Don't you want to give it to him?"

"Why did the operation take so long? What happened to him?"

"Basically a contusion to the body," Morgan said, "and a whiplash, but it was massive."

The area is too big, the area is too big.

Garcia was weak: "Will he be in danger?"

Morgan was silent for a long time: "I can only say that his life is absolutely not in danger."

The constantly playing tape recorder, the pure white cage, the lettering on the body, the disfigurement, the scars.

It is true that his life will not be in danger, but he will [-]% have psychological problems.Moreover, his original psychological problems will definitely worsen.

The lights finally went out, and the exhausted doctor came out to comfort Garcia: "He is no longer in danger, and the patient has regained consciousness. You can go in, but it is absolutely forbidden to communicate with him."

"You must be Garcia!" The doctor said with a smile, "Your husband really loves you!"

"what happened?"

"I'm in a coma, and he keeps calling your name and saying that he loves you!" The doctor has seen so many lives and deaths, and has seen so much emotion and darkness, but this is the first time he has seen such an affectionate man.If he hadn't been given anesthesia, his whispering mouth would definitely affect the operation.

"You have to be strong, he needs you very much now."

The doctor left, silently hoping that the couple would not be separated because of such injuries.

"Samuel," Garcia went in, and saw Adolf looking at her quietly, his dark blue pupils were as dull as dust, and his whole body was wrapped in gauze, "It's good that you're still alive."

There was a soft smile in Adolfo's eyes. He looked at Garcia silently, as if saying, "It's great to see you."

Morgan was just outside the door, watching them silently, very quiet.

Just like Garcia and Adolf, just looking at each other, but never looking away, there is a quiet lily of the valley.

The author has something to say: time is not a bug, it is an illusion deliberately created by Emil for Adolf, making him think that he has been imprisoned for a long time and his hope of survival is very low.

In addition, the abuse of literature will not end until the English history test is finished, ahaha.

Cover the pot and escape.

Finally, I would like to thank the little angel who catches insects, I love Nimeng, how about it (^з^)?