[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

look at her.With her straight-forward personality, she doesn't think about those polite words. Does she want to ask straight to the point, "Is there a traitor in GIS", "Have all K7 been suspended", "Will K7 be disbanded" and other questions?

Except for the occasional tearing of bedsheets with less and less frequency, Lucia was very idle in Rome, but the gang in the Livorno base were singing and singing every night, ah no, fighting with lights and nights every day, and they were too busy.The GIS, known as the most elite unit in Italy, fell into the hands of the same person twice in a year, which is simply a great shame for the entire SF circle. DiNozzo received the president's order to investigate the matter before Christmas, and was so anxious that his half-white hair turned white almost overnight.

The evidence is pretty bad for Russo. The matter of Cannavaro has been relatively difficult to verify, but from the latter incident, all the blame points to him: people who colluded with Neri, provided false information, and whereabouts are unknown after the incident...

During the two months when Lucia was hospitalized, the special investigation team interrogated the other four people from K7 several times.

Naturally, she didn't know these things, and she was fighting fiercely against the drug mental illness with all her heart.

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When the first snow fell in Rome, she was wearing a thin blue sweater and sat back on the chair by the window, looking at the snow scene with great interest, and soon the glass was covered with fog.She became playful, stretched out a finger from her long sleeve, and dabbed on the blur in front of her eyes.When he came back to his senses, he was shocked to realize that what he had sketched were "Nino" and "Lucia".She was raising her hand to erase her unintentional work, but she was startled by a chuckle from the door, shaking her shoulders violently, and stopped the movement of her hand.It didn't feel good to be peeped at the most secret part of her heart, but she still calmly brushed off the handwriting on the glass, stood up and turned around, brushing her shoulder-length hair behind her ears.Looking up, a strange middle-aged man was standing at the door, not wearing a military uniform or a white coat.

Lucia went on to do it again, crossed her legs and folded her hands on her chest, squinted her eyes and looked at the person coming: "Sir, what can I do? Are you lost?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands: "No. I passed by occasionally and saw a picture that was even more beautiful than Da Vinci's painting. I couldn't help but stop and admire it. The snowflakes outside are far less pure than you."

Lucia was unmoved, trying not to get goosebumps.

The man stepped in and sat on the edge of the bed, and continued to talk with a strange accent: "If you are not in this room but outside, I will think you are an ice and snow elf sent by God. My name is Rossi, Is it an honor to know your name?"

Lucia stared at him without saying a word, and it took nearly a minute before she said: "Yankee, if you don't tell the truth again, I will press the alarm."

In fact, she was just joking.How can ordinary people enter such a heavily guarded place.

The man who called himself Rossi raised an eyebrow at her and held out a hand to her: "David Rossi."

Lucia still ignored him, letting his hand stop in the air: "Mr. Rossi, if the man reaches out first, the woman can refuse."

Rossi was not annoyed, and smiled and took his hand back: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully." It is true that Lucia's palm was still wrapped in not-thin gauze.

"Then, sir, can you tell me now why you have come here?"

Rossi sat on her side of the bed again, ignoring her frown: "You."

Lucia couldn't listen to such blunt words, but she still pretended to be stupid and spent time with him: "Sorry sir, I'm not interested in a man who can be my father." She knew that the man in front of her was indeed looking for her Yes, but since he didn't tell the truth, she is not in a hurry. What she needs most here is time, but she believes that Rossi is not.

Rossi reached out and rubbed her hair: "Little girl, has anyone ever told you that you are not cute at all?"

"No, they all call me 'little princess' and 'little goddess'." Lucia pouted and played with her bangs, showing a harmless smile to Rossi.

"Then, Your Royal Highness, your knight will come to see you another day." Rossi stood up, bent down and performed a standard salute.

Lucia waved at her with a smile, and she slumped the moment the door closed.

The tree branches outside the window had already started to turn white, but she didn't have the time to appreciate it any more. She stood up vigorously and closed the curtains and turned off the lights. The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.She fumbled for the remote control and turned off the air conditioner, hoping that the darkness and cold would help her think.Who would that Rossi be?Looks like a scholar.

Soon her doubts were answered.

Two days later she was taken to the headquarters building of the gendarmerie.She left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to change into more formal clothes.

All the way from the hospital, Lucia saw the snow being trampled under the feet of vigorous young people, and the cold did not make them afraid at all.The uniforms of the military police are a little different from those of GIS, and they don't look as refined as GIS.

At this time, she walked out of the hospital for the first time in 69 days, and she even had some strange phobias.But when the car stopped at the gate of the office building, she calmed down.No matter how scary she is, she is only a civilized person. Could it be that she can't be eaten after being boiled?

A little girl wearing a pink sweater, white line pants and a hat with two big fur balls suddenly appeared in such a place, attracting many people's attention. Lucia ignored those eyes and followed the people who picked her up, walking indifferently among a group of men in military uniforms.If not, they would have to come up and ask "Who is your father?"

Through the long corridor and up the stairs, they came to a door at the end of the fourth floor. Lucia took off her hat and straightened her hair. After thanking the guide who knocked on the door for her, she walked in. At a glance, she saw Rossi among a group of big coffees.

It's not because of how eye-catching he looks or how outstanding his temperament is, but because there are only two people present who are not wearing uniforms, one is her and the other is him.

The people in the conference room were reading the materials quietly, but they all looked up at her in unison as soon as she entered the door.

Lucia sneered inwardly.Interrogation is interrogation. It is nothing to engage in such psychological tactics.

She glanced at Rossi, and stood at attention: "Reporting sir, Lucia AndreaPirlo is here to report."

The scene couldn't be more eerie.

A man sitting in the middle—a lieutenant general based on his military rank—signed her to sit down, and then said, "Sergeant Pirlo, please report the full situation of Operation NO.2006 on October 10, 17."

Lucia sat across from them, like a candidate being interviewed.After sorting out all the events of that day in her mind, she explained them in detail from beginning to end.

"You mean you heard movement in that room?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you sure you heard that?"

"Yes, sir."

"What is that sound?"

"...similar to the muffled sound of wooden objects falling to the ground."

"After reversing, no abnormalities were found inside."

"Yes, sir."

"You said that Sergeant Marchisio was right in front of you, and that it was closer to that room than you. Why didn't you tell him and went in by yourself?"

Lucia was confused: "I don't understand what you mean, sir."

The lieutenant general who asked the question was about to explain but was caught by Rossi: "Let's find the answer in another way. Lucia, please close your eyes."

Lucia is even more confused, which one is this?Hypnotized?She looked at the lieutenant general suspiciously.

"This is David Rossi, who once worked for the FBI and created the Behavioral Analysis Section, specializing in criminal psychology. This time we hired him as a special consultant."

A Yankee who studies criminal minds? Lucia suddenly felt that she had been greatly insulted.What does it mean for someone who studies Criminal Minds to study her?

She stared at Rossi with suppressed anger. Rossi was made a little uncomfortable by her knife-like gaze, and explained to her with a light cough: "My department, er, BAU, behavioral□□ysisunit, not only studies criminal psychology, but also studies broadly..."

Lucia sneezed suddenly and heavily, cutting off Rossi's words: "Sorry, Mr. Rossi." She took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe her nose, and then said "Ah sneeze".She didn't know whether she was making a fuss on purpose or on purpose. Rossi didn't bother to explain further: "Then shall we start?"

"Start?" Lucia sniffed.

"Please close your eyes."

Lucia nodded, threw the tissue in her hand to match his words.

"You, Mattia Moratti, and Valentino Marchisio had just finished searching the fourth floor when your intercom rang. What did Ciro Gattuso say to you?"

"'There is movement in the basement, the first team and the second team have gone, and the third team has followed.'"

"Very well, that's it, let's continue. You three go back, Moratti at the front, Marchisio