i think my neighbor is gay

That unsub is of course not the real Spider-Man. After hotch contacted the S.H.I.E.L.D.A., it was confirmed that he was not a known supernatural being either.

So we don't understand how an ordinary person climbed down the 21st floor in the middle of the night with a knife in the chest, and apart from a little blood on the floor of my bedroom, he didn't leave any clues, not even fingerprints. None, apparently prepared.

I feel very tired. No matter who is woken up from sleep in the middle of the night, and then experienced a physical and mental struggle, I will feel tired. However, my house was sealed up by hotch and they turned on all the lights. Evidence was collected from every corner. There was a yellow cordon at the door of my house, and it looked like the scene of the crime. Without asking, I knew that it would be impossible for me to go in and sleep.

I stood helplessly outside the cordon and asked Morgan who was standing inside my house: "He probably came in from the bedroom, so why not let me sleep on the sofa?"

Morgan turned around and shook his head, looking like he wanted to laugh, but he obviously held back and looked inside: "Hey, Reid."

Reid came over and asked blankly with his mouth slightly open: "What's wrong?"

I found that no matter what expression he made, he always had a cute sense of daze, and he seemed to be acting cute all the time.

Morgan's face was dark, but his exposed teeth looked particularly white. He showed his big white teeth and patted Reid's shoulder: "Don't forget your mission, go."

Reid looked at Morgan and then at me in a bit of confusion, and squeezed out deep marks in his eyebrows. He turned his head slightly to look at me, and frowned after a while before speaking: "Okay."

"Okay, genius, I don't need your smart brain for the time being, go to sleep for a while." Morgan raised the cordon and pushed Reid out.

Reid looked at Morgan in confusion, the expression on his face was particularly tangled, I can probably understand Morgan's desire to take care of Reid, after all, he looks very small, weak and needs care, even though he is a head taller than me , but I still feel that I have the obligation to protect him and take care of him-this feeling is more profound when I see his cute expression.

So I interrupted his entanglement: "Hey, what is your mission?"

He turned his head to look at me, cleared his throat, raised his eyebrows and said, "Protect you."

In fact, I already knew the answer, even though I felt that I was protecting him, I still praised him in a face-saving manner: "Ah, you are really amazing, but you have to rest enough before you can protect him." me."

Reid frowned at me for a while, showing a sad expression, and complained after a while: "I'm not a child."

"I'm sorry." I apologized sincerely, then turned around and pressed the password at his door. It was not the first time I went to his house. Although he pressed the password every time, he never blocked it. I have never pressed it myself, and now I pressed the password skillfully out of a subtle revenge.

I took off my shoes at the door familiarly, walked in with my socks on and lay down on the sofa in his living room, and turned my head to see him standing at the door looking at me with a troubled face.

"Please let me, a poor homeless little girl, live in your house." I slumped on the sofa and begged him, feeling that I had no sincerity at all, "Except for the house I live in, I have everything else Let it out!"

I turned over on the sofa and looked at him: "As a reward... I waived your rent?"

Reid went to the room next to his bedroom and took the quilt into the bedroom, then took the quilt he usually sleeps in to the living room, glanced at me quickly, and then lowered his gaze: "Ms. should still sleep on the bed .”

He puffed his cheeks after speaking, and quickly returned to his normal expression.

It looked like he was a little embarrassed! ! !It's super cute! !

I'm so cute, but even so, I still want to sleep in bed!A conservative person like me would certainly not accept sharing the same bed, it's very kind of him to be a gentleman!You must know that I have already figured out which position to use to sleep on the sofa will be more comfortable.

It's already past three o'clock, and it will be dawn if I don't sleep for a while. I quickly washed up and lay down on the bed. I didn't feel what Laura told me before, "his bed is full of masculinity" For such things, I just feel that the bed that comes with this apartment is so soft and comfortable, and I fell asleep within about a minute.

I was stunned when I opened the door at seven o'clock the next day. Morgan was lying on the sofa and sitting next to Hotch with his eyes closed. Reid was sitting on the single sofa with his head tilted on the backrest. , fell asleep with his mouth open.

Maybe it was the sound of me opening the door that woke them up. Morgan opened his eyes first, looked around with a frown, and finally turned his head to greet me.

Then they all woke up one after another, and Reid was the last one to wake up. When he woke up, I had already baked everyone's bread and made them each a cup of coffee.

I sat on the sofa at one side and looked at them with a cup of coffee: "I'm still curious, how did that person crawl into my room?"

Reid came out after washing up, and quickly picked up my words: "We saw traces of hooks on the window of your room, which should have been used to climb up. Unsub's physical fitness is very good, and the injury is not too serious. "

"...But this is also the 21st floor anyway! And you were sleeping last night, why do you know so much!" I couldn't imagine that there is such a long rope that can hang from the 21st floor to the bottom of the building, And there was a person who was injured and could climb down from the 21st floor. Isn't this really a supernatural person?Much better than me!

"So we suspect that he is a resident of this house." Hotch finished his bread and took the conversation. He turned his head and looked at me with a straight face, "We suspect that he knows you. Think about it carefully. Is there anyone suspicious in the building?"

……No way?

I knew the last serial killer, but I don’t know anything about this one. I heard his voice yesterday anyway, and saw the upper half of his face. I really don’t know him, and I don’t feel familiar at all. .

I shook my head, and then suddenly thought of something: "By the way, he wanted to give me an injection yesterday, but I broke the needle. It should be on the floor of my bedroom."

Hotch, who had been expressionless all this time, finally frowned slightly, looked at me and shook his head... That's right, if such an obvious clue is still there, they must have found it.

Even when I was running for my life, that unsub was still so careful, I suddenly felt that my IQ was so low, if it wasn't for my supernatural powers, I would be a mummy today.