[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

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As soon as the words came out, she regretted a little.Black Queen Garcia, I'm sorry for her Apple Pie Flora, but it seems... not distorted?

Reid narrowed his eyes and frowned habitually: "Netizen?"

"Yes, female netizen." Flora glanced in Garcia's direction again.

"Flora, are you really familiar with this netizen? I mean, "female" netizen. Know that many psychopaths who lack self-confidence like to use the Internet to target their targets. They will pretend to be the same sex, and invite The other party meets...so I don't suggest you meet netizens."

Rhett's speech was fast and full of worry.

"Don't worry, of course I know her well, we've known each other for several years."

—I bumped into her today.She added in her mind.

"Did she usually show obvious affection for you, such as using..." Rhett paused when he said this, and lowered his voice, "For example, words like sweetheart or baby that she wants to show you clearly?" After he finished speaking, he looked away in embarrassment.

Could it be that Rhett scanned the sender just now and knew that the person who sent her the email was Garcia?

Flora propped up her chin with one hand, brushed her front teeth with the tip of her tongue, and finally nodded.

"Many psychopaths will spend several years or even more than ten years building their fantasies. The longer the time, the more satisfaction and sense of accomplishment they will get. They like to use those provocative words that attract people's attention, constantly Gaining favorability is actually a kind of verbal sexual harassment..." Reid stared at Flora worriedly again, his tone still uneasy.

It turned out to be like this... =. =

Flora let out a breath: "Okay, listen to you, I won't go to see her."

For this sake, she can no longer tell him that the netizen is Penelope Garcia, the witty and humorous information expert at Reid's bau.

What if Garcia knew she was being labeled a psychopath by her colleagues?

In the restaurant in the afternoon, the light from the window shone on the two of them. She saw that Rhett relaxed after she made a promise. What faded away was a little... jealousy?

"Spencer, were you jealous when I said someone asked me out?" Flora smiled and tried to tease him.

"No, I didn't, I just..." He stopped at this point, blushed and looked away, and spoke after a few seconds of delay, "Flora, do you know about Asperger's?"

"Did you know? According to the search engine, one of the manifestations of jealousy is to try to deny that one's behavior is jealous." Flora raised her mobile phone and raised her eyebrows instead of responding to his strange illness.

"This kind of patients have complete language ability. They just lack emotion and cannot understand social cues. Einstein may have this disease, as well as those Silicon Valley elites." Reid finished speaking in one breath, looking around uncomfortably.

Flora kept her smile in her heart, and continued to think about herself: "There is also this one, 'When it comes to jealousy, they will ignore or even change the subject.'"

Then she looked at him without hesitation, staring at him triumphantly.

Finally, this Dr. Rhett gave in and twitched the corners of his mouth dryly.

At this time, a text message sounded, and Flora said that it was definitely not his this time.

Reid took out his phone from his pocket with a "saved" expression on his face, and after a quick glance, he looked helplessly at Flora.

"I see, go Spencer, your team needs you." Flora shrugged understandingly.

Fortunately, after the meal was over, his mood was indeed much better than before.

Garcia also stood up quickly, and greeted her restrainedly as he passed by her.

Well, let her struggle with replying to those two emails like this.

[:

Dear Black Queen, I'm actually with that person again, so I don't bother you with the red line xd As for the meeting, let's talk about it later. ]

She wasn't ready to meet Rhett's colleagues as an AP.

After sending the email, Flora got up and left.

On the way back to her post, she began to think about whether to tell Rhett about herself. An FBI profiler, especially her Ph.D. with an IQ of 187, might discover more details that she missed.

But she was afraid that his worries would prevent her from doing such a dangerous thing, just like when she was eating lunch.Still count...

After the day's work was over, Flora and Rhett sent and received a text message. Sure enough, his case today made him unable to return to his hometown.

On the way home alone, she took a shortcut, which was relatively remote and almost deserted.The weather before winter was dark and early, and she stepped on the sidewalk with the help of street lights, just like every time in the past.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came out from nowhere behind her. It was only a few blinks of an eye. Before she could turn her head, a hand was inserted from her left shoulder and elbow, finding the right position and resting on her chest. Kneading in a regular manner, at the same time, his mouth was covered.

*!Molester? !

No, if it's obscenity, it's okay to say, this kind of posture can't be dragged into the dark to force|female fuck, right?

Flora swallowed the disgust in her throat, quickly took out the anti-wolf spray from the outside of the bag, and pressed the nozzle hard in the direction behind her, but the other party's hand only relaxed, and then clamped her tighter again.

If you want to complain, you can only complain that the molester's luck is a bit out of luck. After all, Flora is also an intern employee of the FBI.Although the technicians who are not on duty have no formal training, basic physical training and daily fighting skills are more than enough to deal with a hooligan without weapons.

She opened her mouth and bit the molester's middle finger fiercely, and could almost feel a bloody smell that disgusted her spreading in her mouth.

The person behind him whimpered shortly, and then seemed to swallow back the cry of pain.

Flora then pulled his hand that was covering a part she couldn't describe, and pulled hard, turned her head and wanted to kick down, but was caught by the opponent's hands.However, she could see the man in front of her clearly. He was wearing a mask, sunglasses and a hoodie. Most of his head was covered, only his angry eyes were exposed.

He was in a stalemate for a while, but in the end he didn't make a move, let go of Flora's feet, turned and fled quickly.

Flora was stunned for a while, damn it, she was still hit in the chest!

On the second day, Rhett returned to the authorities and wanted to take the initiative to call Flora. He was thinking about whether to ask her out for dinner tonight or go to his house for dinner. He missed the mashed potato set meal that day.

Morgan's meaningful suggestion is: "Good boy, ask to come to your house, you should grow up too."

Rhett certainly didn't see the connection between going to his house for dinner and growing up.

"Hi, Flora, where are you... Do you want to come to my house for dinner tonight?"

He waited for the call to connect and asked shyly.

"I've had some trouble taking notes at the police station, Spencer. It'll be a little later."

That Flora's voice sounded calm, but it didn't mean that Rhett could be calm when he heard this.His super memory locked the key words on "police station" and "trouble".

"Which police station are you in? I'll come find you!" Reid clamped the phone between his ears and shoulders, and stuffed things into his bag like flying.

When she saw Flora at the police station, she was sitting across from a desk, tapping rhythmically with one hand, and smiled at Rhett when she looked up.

He was just relieved to see that Flora was fine, and immediately noticed a blood-stained tissue on the table in front of her.

"Flora, are you injured?" He spoke hurriedly, and looked at her from top to bottom in a somewhat helpless manner.

Flora shook her head: "No, it's the blood of the molester." She waited for the molester to leave last night, and wiped the remaining blood in her mouth on a tissue.

"The molester?! He touched you?!" Rhett emphasized the word. If he was sitting, he would be jumping up like a rabbit at this moment.

"Are you this lady's...boyfriend?" The male police officer opposite had no choice but to interrupt the conversation between the two people in front of him.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, a senior agent of the FBI." Reid reported his title.

"This is Mr. Rhett..."

"It's the doctor."

The police officer's face almost froze for a moment, and then he continued calmly: "Dr. Reid, your girlfriend met the molester who committed frequent crimes recently last night. She is already the eighth victim we know. The prisoner is very serious. She is cunning and always picks single women to commit crimes in remote places at night. But when she obtained the DNA of the criminal in self-defense, I believe that the case will be closed soon by comparing those with criminal records, please rest assured." The police officer stopped for a few seconds and continued to answer Dao, with a teasing tone, "But I still hope that in the future, your girlfriend will not be alone outside at night."

Rhett opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't refute.

Flora couldn't help laughing. The elderly police officer regarded Rhett as a heartbreaker who left his girlfriend alone.

Leaving the police station, Rhett promised Flora that as long as he does not go to work, he will send her home every day.

"No need, Spencer, it was an accident, and I'm not a child." When Flora thought of Rhett with the shining wooden box hanging on his waist, walking beside her vigilantly to accompany her home, she felt a little nervous. The feeling is subtle.

"No, it is necessary...Although indecent criminals usually have a criminal record, it is not ruled out that this is the first crime, so it is very likely that they will not be caught so easily in the short term. Do you know? They usually They are middle-aged men who are married and have children. They are between 35 and 45 years old. They are dominated by their wives at home. They can only increase their guts and stimulate them by committing crimes, and they will have some "fetishes" to some extent. Obsessive "..." Thinking of his girlfriend being molested, Rhett's tone became more and more angry.

"I think he probably has a criminal record, right? He's very skilled in committing crimes." The man was fully armed with only his eyes exposed, obviously a habitual criminal.Flora was also very depressed. She was targeted just as soon as she returned home.

"Very skillful!? What did he do to you?" Rhett obviously misunderstood.

"I...he touched my...inside." Flora was a little speechless on the street, "Shall we talk when we go back?"

"*! He touched your place!?" Flora heard Rhett swearing for the first time.

"He touched me..." Flora said halfway, her gaze suddenly shifted to the other side.

If I'm not mistaken, that man was wearing the same coat and hoodie last night, with his left hand hooking the little girl's shoulder.The girl's walking posture was extremely unnatural, and her shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly.I saw the man forcefully brought the girl into a corner.

"Spenser, let me ask you a question." Flora was still staring at the corner, "If the molester's crime is interrupted by the threatened object, will the crime escalate?"

"This possibility is not impossible. In 03, there was an indecent criminal in California who raped the victim and killed her after she resisted. Their..."

Flora didn't wait for Rhett to finish speaking, took his hand and ran towards the corner where the molester who threatened the girl disappeared.Red quickly realized what was going on, followed suit, pulled out his phone, dialed 911, and quickly reported the address.

"I saw him, that girl might be in danger, have you brought Mu Cang?"

While running, after her words fell, Rhett touched the wooden storage bin on his waist, but was taken away by Flora first.

Even if she hadn't experienced it, she could guess how much sexual assault hurts a woman.

She turned the corner, and at the end of a remote alley, she saw the man who was pressing the madly struggling woman under him.

Then she let go of Rhett's hand.Flora, who focused her eyes on the front, naturally did not see the panic that flashed in Reid's eyes at this moment.

"Don't move, let go of the person under you."

Even if the wooden warehouse has not been trained, it still has a deterrent effect.

The man in front of him turned around, suddenly pulled the girl under him to his front, and pressed a fruit knife against her neck.

Damn, any new tricks?

Now that the matter has come to an end, shouldn't she come professionally, huh?

"Flora, give me the wooden barn and let me come." She heard Rhett whispering to her beside her.

But is it not good to change people temporarily in this situation?

The siren of the police car sounded at the right time.

"Red, let me come, you bring the police in quickly."

She admitted that she was a little worried about Rhett, especially Rhett with the wooden warehouse.

"No, I can not……"

"Now is not the time to argue with me about this, Rhett, don't forget that you are better at profiling! And my physical fitness test score is higher than yours!"

That's right, the last time Flora told Rhett about her physical fitness test results, Rhett's face really made her laugh out loud.

Rhett was stunned for a few seconds, and finally said "Flora, be careful." before leaving temporarily.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again." Flora had to delay.

Unexpectedly, the molester in front of him, no, the man who should be called the rapist at this moment suddenly laughed, he suddenly pushed the woman in front of him aside, and then rushed towards Flora.

She didn't expect it to be a deadly situation, and she pulled the trigger in a panic. The recoil of the gun made her lose control of the direction and hit the wall.

Rhett, she won't complain about your wooden warehouse skills anymore qaq!

The man with the knife was getting closer and closer. At the very moment, Flora was pulled into an embrace behind her. One hand came to her chest to pull her deeper, and the other hand reached for the wooden warehouse in her hand. A bullet fired from her finger.

She first heard the turbulent heartbeat pounding against her chest, and then the tearing sound of bullets piercing the air, but the latter could not overshadow the former, which she deeply felt.

This shot was very accurate, it seemed to be the first time it was so accurate, it just focused on the chest of the man in front of him.

She naturally knew who was holding her and didn't look back.Even though all this is over, she can still feel the lively heart behind her that seems to be jumping out of her chest in the next second.

—He was more afraid than she was.

"I'm fine, Spencer," she said softly, and it was her stubbornness that got him into this worry.

But Rhett still didn't let go, only the hand holding the wooden warehouse was let down along her arm.

He just lost his co-worker, Emily, who almost had another...

"I'm sorry..." Flora whispered.

Finally, the stiff body of the person holding her relaxed.

After lowering her head for a few seconds, Flora hesitated: "Spenser, haven't you always been curious about where this man touched me last night?"

"Where?" Judging from his tone, he should be fine.

"As far as you can touch now."

The body behind her was stiff again, but this time for a different reason :)