[CM] Paradise Nostalgia

"Hey, Kid, are you okay?"

Morgan noticed that this was the fifth time Reid called today, and he couldn't help but be concerned.

"Emm...it's nothing," Reid twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to hide his anxiety, but unfortunately it didn't work.

"Maybe she's just delayed by something." Morgan patted him on the shoulder knowingly, and said with a smile, "Don't be too impatient. There's still an hour before the plane lands, and you'll see her soon."

"I know." Reid replied in a low voice, and also smiled.

Maybe it was just his illusion, but Reid always felt that there was something wrong with Uriah these days. For example, when talking to her, she would be distracted from time to time, and she didn't call and text him every day like before. He once tried Ask her what happened, but she always smiles and perfunctory.

It's a bad feeling.

Reid thought, she must be hiding something from him.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we returned to the apartment. Reid put his backpack on the sofa, took off his coat, and walked to the bedroom, "Uriah? Are you home?"

The whole house was silent and no one answered.

Reid held on to the door frame and stood quietly at the door for a while, then walked into the bedroom and opened his and Uriah's closets - missing a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt and coat.

He went to the bedside and opened the drawer - the driver's license was gone, and a few pieces of change were missing.

Think again of Uriah's mind-wandering and inattentiveness over and over again in the past few days, and Reid sat blankly on the edge of the bed, with a bit of bewilderment and grievance on his face.

He really couldn't believe the speculation in his head now, Reid frowned, trying to calm himself down, he folded his hands together, clenched unconsciously——

"Jingle Bell--"

A cell phone rang from his pocket.

Reid quickly took out his mobile phone and answered the call, "Uriah?"

"Reid, Hi, I may not come back today, there is fried rice in the refrigerator, remember to warm it up before eating, don't wait for me—"

"Uriah, where are you?" Reid asked softly, his tone was lost, his brows were knit together, and he couldn't help asking: "Who are you...with now?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was choked, and then came Uriah's cold voice, "I'm alone, I'm not with anyone."

Reid believed it almost immediately, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Then when will you..."

"Bye."

Hanging up the phone without hesitation, Reid froze for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall: [-]:[-].

[[-]:[-]*City of Dallas]

Since the murder occurred in the beautiful park last week, the flow of people here has dropped sharply. At night, except for the cold night lights, there are almost no people to be seen.

When Uriah made this decision six hours ago, even if there was only one percent chance, she would come to try her luck.

Before, a long time ago, when the same thing happened, she was so scared, she ran away crying and sought Reid's protection, and finally even caused him to fall off the cliff and end her life in the icy river.

[That kind of thing must never happen again. ]

Uriah hung up the phone, put her hands in the pockets on both sides of her jacket, and her black peaked cap covered half of her face. She walked step by step towards the corpse throwing site in the alley, which had been cleaned up, but the "" Do not approach" black and white warning strips.

She lowered/passed through the barrier, stood in front of the white paint where the body was drawn, and slowly squatted down, looking for a clue that the person might have left behind.

Surrounded by woods, this alley is deserted even on weekdays.

[Owen... what exactly are you trying to tell me? ]

The slender portable flashlight emitted a soft light. Uriah didn't want to attract attention. She searched carefully and found nothing for the time being, so she was not surprised.

"Hey girl, what are you doing here?"

A strange voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Uriah turned her head, and the light of the flashlight shone on the man's vicissitudes and handsome face, a strange face.

"None of your business." Uriah stood up vigilantly, facing the man, her voice was emotionless, "I think you should leave."

"Wow, don't be so cruel, aren't you also a fellow? Come to a place like this in the middle of the night..." The man grinned, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes spread like spider webs, "My name is Alan, what about you, May I have your name?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Uriah said with an impatient look in his eyes, intending to find any reason to throw him off. "It's late, I should go home."

"Huhuhu, this reason doesn't sound very convincing," Alan sneered, he stepped in front of her, and deliberately lowered his voice, like a wall that has been eroded by time, rustling away, "I know you Who are you looking for?"

Uriah raised his head and stared at him sharply, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, "What did you say?"

"'Death Sculptor'," Alan couldn't help showing excitement when he saw her outstanding response, "I was right, I knew it!"

[Death Carver]

When Uriah heard this nickname, Uriah knew that he might have encountered a psychopath, who regarded perverted murderers as lunatic followers of faith, and arbitrarily named the murderer a "death sculptor" The idiot nickname.

"You're mistaken." Uriah took half a step back, looking at him coldly. "I don't need to find him."

[Because he will come to me. ]

Uriah's cold eyes seemed to be burning, and the gray-blue flame silently devoured the moonlight and darkness, but her voice was calm as if stating, "He is not a 'Death Sculptor', but a perverted murderer That's all."

Alan was a little stunned. He was obsessed with these eyes full of hatred and coldness. The extreme and paranoid life colors were so strong, the flames were burning in the gray-blue eyes, but her eyes were extremely pure and transparent. , the sound is like flowing water under the moonlight, untainted by dust.

Just like a - fallen angel!

"and many more--"

Alan snapped back to his senses, there was a strong urge to grab her arm, an inexplicable excitement washed over his heart, he didn't know if there was a word to define this feeling, all he knew was, he want to get.

Get these eyes, no, get... the color of life.

Uriah was staggered by him, and her heart felt cold. She quickly reached her waist, where a dagger was hidden for self-defense.

It's a pity that before she could touch it, Alan grabbed her hair and pulled it fiercely, banging her head against the wall.

Uriah kicked him as he struggled, arms over his head, and although she felt the painful impact, it wasn't enough to make her faint.

F**k!

What a hell!

She bent her elbow to forcefully push the man's chin away, and punched Alan on the temple. He growled in pain, but his expression became more excited. The uncontrollable restlessness dominated his mental and physical energy, Alan Grabbing her arm and pulling her into his arms, he raised his knee and hit her hard.

This merciless blow made Uriah's stomach churn, her eyes staring, she fell to the ground, retching, coughing out of breath, her fingers clasped tightly on the ground, trying to stand up.

With a wry grin on Alan's face, he grabbed Uriah's hair with an almost eager desire, and slammed it hard against the wall again.

once.

"Boom-"

twice.

"Boom-"

three times

"呲-"

A small stream of heat splashed on Uriah's face, and a thick, fishy smell hit her face, soaking her coat quickly.

Uriah could still feel the man's nervously trembling fingers, his burning breath, and his frantically beating pulse.

"Cough... cough... cough..."

The broken sound flowed out from her throat along with the blood, and the sound in her ears seemed to be amplified infinitely. Uriah squinted her eyes, she let go of her fingers, and the dagger from her waist fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She gritted her teeth and opened her eyes wide, trying to see clearly what was happening in front of her eyes.

A slender, thin carving knife like a willow leaf pierced Alan's throat, and on the silver handle was a rose carved in cold metallic color.

Uriah's eyes turned red, and the remaining rationality was wiped out of her brain in an instant. She kicked the still warm corpse on top of her hard with her hands and feet, and quickly got up from the ground, hissing: "Get out! You pervert!"

Uriah supported her dizzy head with one hand, her body lost coordination, she stared fiercely at all places where she could see, "Get out! Don't you want me? I'm here! Get out!"

Her hysterical roar echoed in the silent woods, as if roaring from a burnt throat, with scalp-numbing anger and hatred.

"You coward! Eat/shit stinky/bitch! No fart/eye bastard! Get the fuck out of me!"

Uriah roared almost ferociously, nausea and pain rushing wildly in her brain, even though she was already in a daze and her body was shaking, she didn't know what she said at all.

But still nothing happened, as if a ghost shot a carving knife out of nowhere just now, killing people in an instant and then disappeared.

In the dark alley, in the dead forest, only the sound of Uriah's rapid and crazy panting echoed faintly.

No response at all.

Uriah suddenly lost her strength and knelt down. She felt a pain like piercing the bone, spreading from the heart to the chest, until the whole body began to tremble in pain.

"Get out... get out... get out..."

Tears rolled down from her eyes uncontrollably and smashed into the soil one after another. She saw her blood-stained hands in the blurred eyes, the gorgeous and dazzling red, and she was stunned.

"No, no, no—"

Uriah stood up in a panic. She saw clearly the mess under the moonlight, saw Alan's dead body clearly, and also saw herself covered in blood.

"Reid..."

A name spit out from her lips, soft and unbelievable.

Uriah took a deep breath, concentrated, wiped away the tears from her face, picked up the dagger that fell next to the corpse, took off her black coat, turned on the flashlight, and carefully wiped away any possible contact with her. trace.

It was getting late, she had to hurry, and if she didn't go back, Reid would be worried.

The author has something to say: I was inexplicably moved when I saw the reminder... I was about to break my leg during training during this period of time... Come up and tell Beibi that I am still alive...

I will continue to update...