i think my neighbor is gay

We waited until the cafe was closed and did not wait for Ryan to go out. Finally, the waiter respectfully invited him out. We watched him lock the door of the cafe. It was just after six o'clock. We really are completely different.

Fortunately, after dark, our SUV is not so conspicuous, so we don't have nowhere to hide.

As soon as I sat in the car, I wanted to sleep. I leaned my head on the steering wheel sadly, half-closed my eyes and looked in the direction of Rayn's house. Reid also yawned. I raised my hand to turn on the lights on the car, but Being stopped by Reid, we deliberately found a place with no light. In order not to be discovered, we even sat in the car and couldn't even see each other's faces clearly. I could only vaguely see the outline of Reid.

He grabbed my wrist in the darkness and took my hand off. I didn't resist, and he didn't let me go quickly. He grabbed my wrist and looked forward. I stared at his Side face, although I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could see the lines of his side face, and called him: "Reid?"

"I think we should go down and take the initiative to test it out." Reid didn't wait for me to speak, and started to speak quickly with a little nervousness. I laughed in the dark, and his hand went down to hold mine. I guess he was talking again. Shy, this guess makes me think he is really cute.

"If we just sit here, we might have to wait for a long time without being able to unsub, why don't we take the initiative to test? If he is guilty, he will definitely show his flaws." Reid continued, I think it makes sense, but Reid It's really not suitable to go to the scene. His force value makes me feel a little worried. Whether Unsub is an ordinary murderer or the kind of supernatural being I guess, he is not something that Reid can beat.

But from his behavior of breaking into the fire scene yesterday, we know that he is very adventurous, and my persuasion is impossible to be effective. Fortunately, the house we have been staring at has moved in the next moment.

I checked the time on my phone, it was [-]:[-] in the evening, all the houses on this whole street were turned off, there were few street lights, we huddled in the dark, but there was a street light not far from Ryan's house , enough for us to see his figure clearly.

The man passed under the street lamp, and we clearly saw that he was wearing a black dress with a hood. There seemed to be a group of flames embroidered crookedly on the back of the clothes. It looked a bit ugly, and it might have been embroidered by himself. This feature is perfect Echoing our profile, Reid and I didn't speak, we opened the car door very tacitly and got out of the car quietly, Reid took out his satellite phone and called, and said in an annoyed voice: "The Ryan we are monitoring has some movement Yes, he's heading southwest."

Ryan's vigilance seems to be very poor. He walked all the way to another house without looking back to see if he was being followed. He stood at the door for a while, and then I seemed to see a red light appear on his hand , and then he opened the door.

"What is this?" Reid sighed next to me, I turned my head and looked at him, we are hiding behind the bushes, the light is not too bad, I can see the expression on his face clearly, His face was full of confusion, "Maggie, did you see it just now?"

"I see... I think I might be right. This is really not good news." I licked my lips and replied. If the previous perverted serial killer was only three-star difficulty, this time this person who thinks he is Prometheus's abilities are probably five-star difficulty, that's too bad.

Reid called unscientifically and hurriedly called: "This is not good news, Ryan should be our unsub, but the problem is that he may indeed be a supernatural person... Oh my God, I still can't believe that in the world Why are there such things as supernatural beings?"

I stretched out my hand and shook it twice in front of him, letting him look at me, and let him quickly realize the fact that his girlfriend is also a supernatural person when he said this.

Reid frowned and hung up the phone. He looked at the still quiet house, and then turned his head to look at me: "Let's wait for them to come."

I thought about it, stood up from behind the bushes, Reid grabbed my hand and dragged me down, he stared at me inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

"Since he's a supernatural being, I'm afraid I'm the only one who can deal with him here?" I looked at him and said, Reid frowned at me: "I never knew you wanted to be a superhero?"

"I thought you knew it long ago, after all, I saved you time and time again." I smiled at him, but Reid was not amused by me, and still stared at me seriously with a frown and did not speak.

Every time I had a disagreement with Reid, it was always me who compromised in the end. I looked at him for a while and had to raise my hands and surrender: "Okay, okay, then I will listen to what I say."

I know what he listens to the most. If I choose not to go, I have no objection. If he lets me go, then Reid must have nothing to say.

Soon we heard sirens from far and near, and it didn't take long for them to surround the house. With such a big movement, all the surrounding houses were lit up, and some residents even came out to watch in their pajamas.

The sheriff walked beside him with an ugly face and said, "This is Brown's house. Brown is the owner of the only movie theater in our town, which is the movie theater that caught fire before."

Morgan and Elle, who were going to spy on others, also arrived. Morgan drew his gun and wanted to go in, but was stopped. He turned to the worried sheriff and said, "Where are Ryan's parents?"

The sheriff looked around the crowd, walked over and brought back a middle-aged couple. His wife's eyes were a little red and swollen. She covered her mouth and looked at us, shaking her head vigorously: "We never thought he would become like this."

He smiled helplessly: "I know."

"Last month he told us that he could control the fire, but we didn't believe it." The husband put his arms around his wife's shoulders, looking a little sad, "He used to be like this, always saying things that are impossible, we think It's because he was a child, so he didn't care...I didn't expect him..."

The husband couldn't continue after he said this, he took a few deep breaths before continuing: "Billy and Brown are both my friends, and they also came to our house as guests, we never thought that Ryan would be like this..."

"The first two arson attacks...Ryan was very abnormal when he came back, and I chose to hide it." The husband closed his eyes and showed a painful expression, "But I never thought he would get worse."

The wife was already crying and fell into the arms of her husband. No one spoke. We could clearly hear the wife sobbing. This silence made me feel very difficult, but it was obviously the husband who was more difficult to endure. He patted his wife shoulders, and after a moment of silence asked us, "Is there anything we can do?"

Someone brought a satellite phone, handed it to the husband, and then handed each of us a headset: "He heard the sirens, but he didn't want to come out. We need you to lure him out and talk to us."

Her husband called Brown's home, and Ryan answered the phone and said "Hello".

The wife raised her head from her husband's arms, her face was flushed from crying, and she took the mobile phone. After the operation of the technician, all of us wearing earphones could hear the voice on the phone, her trembling, crying voice The voice came out of my headset: "Ryan... my baby, come out, mommy please."

Although I have participated in several cases and met many family members, I still can't adapt to this situation. I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear this lady talking. Reid standing next to me gently grabbed her My arm, comfort me.

"Do you want me to go in...?" I put my hand on the back of Reid's hand, turned my head and asked softly, I would rather go in and fight than stand outside and feel such sad emotions.

Looking at the house with squinted eyes, and then at the crying and screaming lady next to her, she walked to the side silently, shook her head slightly, and gestured to us: "Not in a hurry."

The lady cried into her mobile phone for a while, and finally there was movement in the house. The curtains on the balcony on the second floor moved, and a man in black came out holding a boy in blue pajamas—this may be It can't be called hostage. The man in black just put his left hand on the shoulder of the boy in front of him. He pressed the boy on the railing of the balcony. He obviously didn't control his behavior, but the boy didn't dare to resist at all. .

The man in the black clothes held the phone in his right hand and moved his head. The hat on his head fell off to reveal his face. It was indeed Ryan. His mother gasped and threw the phone to her husband. Covering his mouth with his hands, he burst into tears uncontrollably.

"Mom." Ryan yelled upstairs, holding the phone in his right hand, and wrapped his left hand around the little boy's neck. A flame appeared out of thin air in his hand, and his tone was full of excitement, "Mom! Sure enough, I am giving the world God who brought the fire! These humans gave me food, and I can control the fire better now!"

The poor lady let out a high-pitched sob, snatched the phone from her husband and yelled invisibly, "Shut up! Shut up! Why are you doing this! Why!"

Ryan seemed puzzled, and the flame in his hand jumped: "Mom, I'm different from these people! I'm a god! I should do something different, I can't live up to my abilities."

His mother wailed, crying out of shape, her husband hugged her tightly, snatched the phone from her hand, gave it back to the sheriff, shook his head and said, "We don't want to talk to you again. He spoke, please..."

The middle-aged man's voice became unstable when he said this, and he took a deep breath before continuing: "... Please handle it fairly."

The voice of the wife in his arms paused for a moment, and then let out a hoarse and louder cry, but there was no objection, the sheriff closed his eyes sadly, and I was also in a very bad mood, so I held her tightly Reid held his hand and turned his head to look at him. He also put away the smile on his face, sighed slightly, and took the mobile phone from the sheriff's hand: "Ryan, I know you used to be a good boy, and now you have Superman ability, but this can't obliterate your cuteness, look at your parents, is this really what you want?"

"I'm different from you people!" The flame in Ryan's hand was burning hotter, even a little white, I grabbed Reid's hand, and he held mine back vigorously, but he didn't turn his head to look Me, just staring upstairs, ryan brought the flame close to the little boy's face, the boy who was originally quiet burst into tears, ryan took the phone away, we could hear him yelling at the boy, and then said to us, "I really hate that you look at me with the eyes of ordinary people. I am Prometheus who brought you flames! How do you evaluate me?! Nothing? Mediocrity?! It's so ridiculous!"

"No one said you were mediocre, Ryan." He said calmly, looking upstairs with his neck up, "We can talk and let that boy go."

"Impossible!" Ryan refused straight away, narrowing his eyes and showing his signature smile: "Look at your poor parents, do you really want to refuse?"

Ryan took a step back without saying a word: "Then let my people go in."

"...I want the tall, thin one." Ryan hesitated for a moment, then pointed to Reid.