[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Water vapor filled the bathroom, and the dream filled with black mist flashed in Will's mind again.Will tried to take a deep breath, but was coughed by the foam that slid down the bridge of his nose. The shampoo flowed into his mouth with a bitter taste, but at least it dispelled the coldness of the black mist.

Will turns away and lets the water run directly over his forehead, washing the lather off his face.

Everything in Will's dream points to Muke.When he was chasing down the Angel Maker, he saw Muke in the hallucination, and Muke raised his gun and shot Abel Gideon's head, causing blood to splash all over the two of them.

How are these two things connected?Another broken fragmentary image flashed in Will's mind.Rainwater, figures running in the forest, there are two people, and a wolf.He remembered this place, and found the body left by a hangman in a forest not far from the highway.

According to information obtained by Crawford, some time after the hangman killed the victim, tourists found the body of a gray wolf nearby with a knife wound in the heart.

Cold weapons, yes, the hangman doesn't know how to use a gun, and Mu Ke didn't know how to use it before... He was injured during that time, he said it was a wound left on him by a wolf.Spot also has several scars from wolf claws on his back.

Will saw the wound on Muke's shoulder after it had scabbed over, but it was actually not like a scar left by a wolf, but similar to the knife wound on the gray wolf's corpse.

The two images were superimposed in Will's mind, and it seemed that they had been modified into reverse phase by some image editing software in his mind. The wound was whitened by the surrounding darkness, like an X-ray in a hospital. picture.

Will groaned. It meant nothing, he thought.

Those golden threads reappeared in his mind, wrapped around the victim's neck, and then the entangled figure turned into a cloud of black mist and dispersed, bringing Will's mind back to darkness.No, when he was investigating the case of the Angel Maker, he had never come into contact with the hangman's modus operandi, and this association came too suddenly.

Will turned off the shower, and the night wind came in through the gap in the shower curtain, and the water vapor in the bathroom was poured on the skin. It wasn't actually cold, but Will shivered.He dried himself hastily, put on some clothes and rushed out the door, driving towards Baltimore.

He wanted to find Mu Ke, but it wasn't until his car entered the city of Baltimore that he realized that he didn't even know where Mu Ke was now?

It is a quarter past three in the morning, and Mu Ke may not be at home.

Will took out his mobile phone and dialed Muke's number, but wanted to hang up the call again during the waiting tone.He went to Mu Ke, what did he say?May I ask, are you a hangman?

But the hangman doesn't pay attention to law enforcement officers, he doesn't even know they call him that.

So, did you kill Clemens Hall?

Regardless of whether the other party answers yes or no, the situation will become difficult to deal with.Of course Will would arrest the hangman, but would he arrest Muk?This thing is the most difficult problem in the world.

If, just if... he really was the hangman, and he knew Will had discovered his identity, would he kill me like he killed Clemens Hall? ?

Before Will had made up his mind to hang up the phone, the call had already been connected.

"Will?"

"...Yes, it's me." Will took a deep breath, "Are you home?"

"No, I'm outside."

"I want to see you."

"I'm at Haisheng Bookstore." Mu Ke replied quickly.

"The bookstore is still open at this time?".

"I don't know, but it's on."

"I'll be right there."

Will slams his phone on the passenger seat, who the hell cares about being arrested or killed, he wants to see Muke right now, that's his only thought.

Will quickly found the Haisheng bookstore that Mu Ke mentioned.The bookstore is not big, but the lights are on, and the warm orange light falls on the street through the glass window, like a flickering candle in the dark.Will opened the door and went in. The bell hanging on the door jingled, but there was no cashier at the counter on the right, and there seemed to be no other clerks in the bookstore.

He walks towards you. There is a row of booths at the innermost side of the bookstore. Mu Ke is sitting on a seat and waving to him with a smile. Will walks quickly and sees a person sitting opposite Mu Ke.

The man looked sixty or seventy years old, with neatly combed silver-white hair and a meticulous three-piece black suit.Wrinkles and sunken cheeks did not make him look fragile and old, but sharp and wise.

But he only held a piece of fried chicken in his hand, and on the glass table were two empty boxes, two boxes of French fries, two boxes of chicken nuggets, and a glass of Coke.

There was a book in front of Muke, but he didn't open it. The cover of the book was facing up, and it said "The Chronicle of the Colonel of Kentucky".

Will sat down beside Muke, and Muke took his hand and said, "This is my friend..."

"Davis, you can call me Davis." The death knight said, death was his only name, but he couldn't just tell this human being so bluntly.His friend Mu Ke seems to have not told humans about the other world.

Will held Muke's dry and warm hand and sat for a while.That Mr. Davis was still eating fried chicken gracefully, and Mu Ke casually flipped through the chronicle of fried chicken.How could he be a serial killer?One chaotic thought after another washed through Will's brain like ocean waves.

"Are you okay?" Will asked.

"No." Mu Ke looked at Will and found that he didn't seem to want to stay here any longer, "You should dry your hair before coming out."

"It's not cold anymore."

"It has nothing to do with the temperature." Mu Ke smiled, "Go back to my house and at least dry your hair. You can't remember to blow your dogs and forget your own."

Muke pulled Will up, said goodbye to the death knight casually, and instructed in Latin, "Remember to put the owner's soul back when you leave. He hasn't reached the time of death yet. You can't just because he told you not to Happy to do it."

The death knight squinted his eyes. The owner of the bookstore would not let a person who does not read books sit in the bookstore at three o'clock in the morning with fried chicken covered in oil and smelling fragrant, "I will. You are really in love .”

"What a wonderful thing, isn't it?"

"You say yes, so be it. But you need to be careful, it's too easy to learn"

"I have no enemies."

"It doesn't necessarily require an enemy."

Mu Ke frowned, "I see."

Will didn't ask what the two exchanged, he pulled Muke into his car, drove all the way, and drove back to Muke's home.

Half of what Muke mentioned about Will's wet hair was to find an excuse to go home, and the other half was really to help Will dry his hair.

But Will didn't seem to care much, he kissed Muke, and slammed into the door while pulling Muke's collar.

Will still remembered closing the door with his backhand, but Muke was dazed by this slightly rough and hasty kiss, and was pushed to the dining table following Will's movements.

The edge of the table hit his lower back, which was extremely uncomfortable. Muke sat on the table with his hands on his hands, wrapping his knees around Will's waist.

Will finally temporarily ended the kiss, and buried his face in Muke's chest.

Mu Ke arched his back and hugged Will's shoulder, who was trembling, "What's wrong?"

"I am afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

Will swallowed, "I can't tell you."

Mu Ke gently stroked Will's back, "Then don't tell me. Just tell me what I can give you?"

"If there were only the two of us in this world, there wouldn't be so much to worry about."

The Hangman wouldn't kill him, and he wouldn't have another target.

Mu Ke chuckled, "But you will be alone."

"You won't?" Will's voice was dull.

Mu Ke shook his head, but Will couldn't see now, he could only feel the movement of Mu Ke's shoulder and neck muscles, "Before I met you, loneliness meant nothing to me. If there were only you and me in the world, There is no place for that loneliness.”

Mu Ke kissed the top of Will's wet head. The ends of the short hair were already slightly dry, but there was still some moisture mixed with the scent of shampoo at the root of the hair.

"come into..." Will said.

Mu Ke's palm slid down the collar, "You can just tell me that's why you're here."

Will raised his head and bit the corner of Muke's smiling mouth, and Muke also pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

It's the only thing about this moment that doesn't make Will feel lost and wandering.It's like a venting gate, allowing the flood of thoughts to spew out, and allowing sensory stimulation to temporarily occupy it.

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"Hey babygirl, how's work going?" Morgan tucked Garcia a few nougats from Red's.

Garcia leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen in front of him, "I still can't restore the previous surveillance footage. I think this may not be a human-made post-editing, but the time when this video was recorded Inside, the instrument itself has been disturbed."

Garcia looked at the black and white snowflakes piled up on the interface, and clicked pause to prevent them from dangling.

"But we didn't find any jamming equipment at the scene," Morgan said, "and no one had entered the warehouse before the video went off."

"I found it."

Morgan pressed Garcia's stiff shoulders from sitting for a long time, "If you can't recover at all, then forget it, you should take a break, and I will show the video to the team members."

Garcia clicked the mouse again, adjusted the video to the normal segment, and sighed, "If Blanche Mu is really acting, then he is the worst actor in the world in this segment, and now, it should be Give him this year's Best Actor Oscar."

"I don't think his current state is faking...but we still need to confirm. Would you like to hear it?"

Garcia shook his head, "I think I should get another cup of coffee."

Morgan and Garcia walked out of the small room together, and Morgan went up to the second floor to return to the BAU conference room.

The team members didn't all sit in their seats. Hodge, ** and Crawford stood aside to discuss matters. Reid leaned on the table and looked out the window, not knowing what to think.

Gideon saw Morgan come in, "Any results?"

"Garcia said she has no way of recovering the footage. We can only start with the ones that are left."

Hodge and Crawford ended their conversation, and Crawford came over and said, "Blanche Moo has been transferred to the Baltimore State Psychiatric Crime Hospital, and he still hasn't responded to the outside world. We need to start a trial in court." Otherwise, in his state, we can only book a place for the hangman in a mental hospital."