i think my neighbor is gay

Crying loudly, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the matter was coming to an end, and Elle next to me seemed to relax a little bit, and walked forward slowly a few steps, holding the handle of the gun behind her with her right hand, coaxing non-stop. He: "Look, I apologize to you."

Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned his face, he cried and howled, raised the knife in his hand and shouted: "It's too late! It's too late!"

My heart tightened, and when I looked at Elle again, she had already pulled out her gun, pursed her lips and shot it without hesitation.

I smelled gunpowder smoke, and the "bang" from the gun made my ears buzz for several seconds. I was stunned for a moment before looking at him. The knife in his hand had fallen to the ground. The right hand that was holding the knife This time it was shot through a hole and was bleeding.

He seemed to be stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on his bleeding hand, and he no longer controlled the little girl.

The poor little girl was crying very hard, but my ears were still a little hard of hearing, and her crying sounded very faint.

Elle put down the gun, showed a relieved expression, walked over quickly and pressed his face to the ground, so that his face was pressed tightly against the ground, the little girl sat on the side and cried hard, I walked over and hugged him a little guilty. I stopped her, and she buried her face in my chest, crying out of breath.

I couldn't help but still stared at him. His expression was very dazed at the moment, as if he hadn't recovered from the bullet just now. His hand was shot through, but he didn't show any pain. Seeing him like this makes me feel pitiful.

The police officers guarding outside walked in under the leadership of Hotch and the others, put handcuffs on him, and carried him out of the door and into the police car.

The case is closed and I don't have to go back to the police station in a police car, bau they put me in their suv to take me back.

At this moment, my ears have almost recovered, and I couldn't help but ask Elle who was sitting with me in the back seat after being silent halfway: "What kind of stimulation did he... when he was a child?"

Elle's expression was a bit complicated, as if she was sympathetic: "He was born without a father, and his mother has been abusing him, refusing to feed him, seeing him as a disgrace to herself, and never taking him out of the house since childhood, 13 He was locked in a closet for three days when he was [-] years old, and came out with cramps."

"Ah..." I don't know what to say. Although my parents left very early, my life is still very happy. I can't imagine how painful this life is, so I can only sigh weakly. Elle didn't finish her sentence yet: "When he was 14 years old, he suddenly resisted and killed his mother. His mother was a very good-looking ol. It wasn't until this time that everyone knew that she had such a child."

I closed my mouth and listened quietly, Morgan and Reid in front didn't speak, only Elle's voice in the car: "He was released as an adult, he didn't know anything, of course he didn't have a job, and then he fell in love ol, but was scolded, and later he committed 3 counts of rape and was sentenced to five years, after he was released, he wandered between states, and arrived in Washington at the beginning of this year."

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say, so I could only shut up.

After I got off the car, I was not in a good mood. My mother is from the East, and I know there is a saying in the East that says "poor people must have something to hate". The experience of others is actually nothing to do with me, but Some things are not so easy to think about when encountering them.

...if I were alone.

I turned my head and stared at the big boy standing by the side of the road stretching... I was too embarrassed to call him a man. When he met my gaze, he put his hands down a little uncomfortable, and his eyes drifted.

"You guys are off work." I thought they would go back to the office to report on their work and then go home, but Reid actually got out of the car with me.

He was holding the shoulder strap of his brown bag with both hands uncomfortably. He really looked more like a student than me. He looked down at the road under his feet, and when he came to me, he quickly raised his head and looked at me. He pursed his lips and said, "Well, they told me to come back and rest directly."

"Oh." I lowered my head and walked into the building, pressed the elevator and waited for him to come in.

Before today, I basically didn't talk to him, and I was full of hostility towards him. I don't know if he felt it, but he is a member of bau. My childish behavior should have been seen through long ago. .

I didn't feel it when I was in the police station, but now I feel a little awkward and embarrassed when I am alone.

"I'm sorry." I stared at the elevator floor display, a little embarrassed turned my head to look at Reid, and only dared to look at him from the corner of my eye.

"Huh?" Reid didn't seem to be able to react at once, and made a nasal sound in doubt, his smile was as fast as his speech, he turned his head to look at me, then quickly lowered his head to stare at the ground, "It's okay .”

His voice is light and fast, with a slight hoarseness, and the wonderful legato sounds very comfortable.

I'm in a much better mood because it's nice to know that the next door to me is a decent guy, and it's good to have good neighbors.

As a kid my mom taught me to have good relationships...although I've never been able to.

When I got home, I googled the information about Bau. It only said that it is the FBI Behavior Analysis Department. It has been established for more than ten years.

I feel that this is a very low-key and powerful department. Considering my neighbor is such a person, I think it was a very correct decision to rent the house to him.

After such a day, even though I didn’t do much, I still feel mentally exhausted, not to mention Reid who has been tense all day, he looks so thin, his body doesn’t seem to be as good as mine, who knows nutrition Not enough to get sick.

My mother likes to eat Chinese food, and I am also very interested in Chinese food. If I have time, I will cook it by myself. Rice is always at home, and I only eat steak or burgers occasionally.

It just so happened that I bought a lot of vegetables yesterday afternoon, and I still have some extra, and they cook very quickly.

I cooked four dishes and put them on the table. I went to the next door and rang the doorbell. After a while, Reid came to open the door, looking sleepy. I might have accidentally woken him up.

"Do you want to come to dinner? I cooked some more food." I was worried that he might have finished eating, but now I feel relieved.

He seemed to have not woken up, and there was no response for a long time. I simply pulled him closer to my house, pressed him on the seat in front of the dinner table, and stuffed the chopsticks into his hand: "Eat!"

"But..." He looked at the chopsticks and then at me in a bit of embarrassment, "But I don't know how to use chopsticks!"