Are the three views of the profilers okay? [Comprehensive Yingmei]

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you.

Staring into Lucifer's gray-blue eyes, Decker suddenly thought of this sentence.She'd never been so nervous about a prisoner, especially now that Lucifer was already in the interrogation room.

Don't think about it, he can't see outside through the one-way viewing glass.And there's no longer any delay, Decker told himself. People from BAU could come back at any moment, and she had to make the most of every second.

She took a deep breath, ignored the strong anxiety in her heart, and turned the doorknob.

"Good evening," Lucifer smiled almost as soon as she opened the door. "What a rare visitor, Detective Decker." The timing was as precise as if he knew someone would come in at this hour.

Decker felt a chill run up her spine as she resisted the urge to back away, crossed over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I have a few questions, I hope you can answer them truthfully." Decker said, focusing on Sam, expecting the seemingly harmless Sam to answer her questions.She was satisfied to see that Sam hadn't taken off his blood-stained coat, the little stain - the evidence she was looking for - still on the cuff and not cleaned.

"Normally, I would now say 'we want a lawyer' and then decline to answer your question." As she wished, Sam opened his mouth to answer, but what he said reminded her.

Hell, Sam Winchester was a Stanford law student who knew exactly how to deal with this situation.

"But I have a request now. In exchange, I will answer your question." Sam blinked innocently and continued. Lucifer didn't comment on this sentence, sneered, and slid into the seat from the arm of the chair, Still sitting sideways.

It seemed that Sam was the dominant one of the two, and Decker was surprised to see that Lucifer seemed willing to do what Sam had to say.

"What's your condition?" Decker asked cautiously, shifting her position uneasily, not thinking how simple the request would be.

"My request is not too much," Sam shrugged and sat up straight: "I want a phone that is not monitored."

"I told you we could just—" Lucifer moved disapprovingly, clinking the chains of the table with his hands, and looked up again, staring at Decker with that viper-like gaze.

Sam shook his head disapprovingly.

It only takes a slight expression for Lucifer to understand Sam's unquestionable determination.Apart from staring at the ignorant female police detective with a murderous gaze, he didn't move much.

The temperature in the room dropped slightly, not like the air-conditioning of the police station, but the chill that can penetrate into the bottom of the heart, like frost.

"I can figure it out." But in fact, there was no way she could have brought the phone in without BAU's eyes. Why didn't Sam make this request directly to BAU? "But you have to answer my question first."

"You have to pay attention, human." Lucifer's voice was soft, but it always gave off a special sense of danger hidden in extreme darkness, "You made a promise, and then you must abide by these regulations."

Decker swallowed, only to feel that the temperature in the room was even colder.She could only nod mechanically.With her affirmation, Lucifer withdrew his dark gaze and smiled lazily at Sam.

"No, Detective Decker, you've misunderstood. What I want is a promise - an unmonitored phone call, huh?" Sam leaned over with a slight smile, as if he wanted to reach out to pat Lucifer on the shoulder, but unfortunately he was shackled by both hands The limit is always just a little bit away.

Sam paused, retracted his hand unnaturally, and smiled softly.

Lucifer's face was back with that calm mix of disapproval, veiled anger, and danger.The hand hidden in the shadow beside him clenched his fist uncontrollably, and the frost began to spread outward from the ground where his toes touched, making a slight crackling sound.

"Luci…" Before Sam could say anything, Lucifer cut him off with a smile.

Lucifer hadn't smiled at Sam like that since the end of the apocalypse.Confident and malicious smile.

"It's okay, I can control it." Lucifer whispered something Decker couldn't understand, and the temperature in the room returned to normal in the next second, and the frost was also shattered into powder at the same time.

He knew exactly what Sam was thinking, he just couldn't understand why...they couldn't use the power of the angel to solve everything at once?

Decker obviously understood Sam's meaning - if she got her assurance, then they can call without minding the LAPD's monitoring.On the LAPD's home court, that's far more favorable than the BAU's guarantee.

Damn, cunning Sam Winchester.

She looked at the young suspect, but could only find an innocent smile on his face.

"Question time," Decker said, frustrated, now that she wasn't even sure her strategy would work.She could only hope that the files about the Winchester brothers she had just crammed in were correct.

Sam made a "please speak" gesture and settled into the chair that wasn't that soft and comfortable.

"Sam Winchester, you and Dean's mother died in a fire when you were six months old. I'm sorry about that." Decker glanced up at Sam, satisfied that the other's expression was no longer so comfortable, but It's like being punched by someone.

She continued: "A few months later, your father, John Winchester, began to take you to wander around the country. You never attended any school for more than two months. Dean gave up his studies after high school, But Sam, you can get into the Stanford scholarship."

She wanted to continue, but Sam's face was getting ugly, with a strange mixture of anger and helplessness, which made Decker very disturbed.

"If you want to know that, Detective, I can tell you very clearly." Sam interrupted Decker, "John may not be the best father in the world, but he never abused me and Dean... or [improperly] touching us."

When he said that, Sam looked like he was going to spit it out.Oddly enough, this time Lucifer just sat quietly, showing no urge to explode over it.

"I'm running out of time, detective, shouldn't you ask something related to the case?" Sam rubbed the shiny silver metal handcuffs on his wrists tiredly, which had been warmed by his high body temperature .

Decker gritted her teeth, she really couldn't delay any longer, she had to get the evidence.

She let the anger gnaw at her heart, suppressed under the calm surface, the anger towards these murderers slowly overflowed under her control. Lucifer seemed to look up at her in surprise, or maybe just glance at a point on the now invisible glass.

Decker stood up very quickly, almost flipping the chair behind her. She slammed the table hard and said to Sam, gritting her teeth, "How did you do it? After killing so many people, you can still pretend that nothing happened. An ordinary person, not some monster?"

"Let me guess, what was the happiest moment in your life? Was it when you cut off the heads of those victims, or when you shot a restaurant with a gun in your hands?"

"You scumbags who don't deserve to live in this world—" Decker roared angrily, walking around the table, walking to the chair where Sam was sitting, pressing his hands on the armrest of the chair, his eyes flashing with anger, "You Why the hell did you kill, Sam Winchester?"

To her surprise, Sam still didn't say anything, and those hazel eyes that could see through people's souls looked straight into hers.

He couldn't have known his plan, could he? Decker flustered for a moment, but still maintained his threatening appearance, and slashed open Sam's sleeve with the small blade held between his fingertips.

Being so close made all her plans come into play.

"I thought everyone should know that Dean and I were delusional," Sam finally replied softly.

Impossible, Decker thought, palming the harvested, blood-stained scraps of clothing.If these two are delusional lunatics, how did they manage to escape the FBI's pursuit again and again calmly and rationally?

This is simply too many conflicts and questions.

Sam silently endured the detective's angry questioning, frowning slightly.Of course he knew what Decker was up to and respected her pursuit of justice.But this does not mean that he can accept all these allegations without any grievances.

He suddenly misses Lucifer's excessive protectiveness, but when it comes to his past, Lucifer has always been surprisingly self-controlled.

Sam didn't want to admit to the suffocating, numb pain running through his chest at this moment.Not for himself, but for Dean.Maybe not quite.

From this police detective, he saw the persistent sharpness that he and Dean had when they were young, and the kind of high-spirited spirit that carried the flame of hope in every move.But now, all they have is exhaustion.

Decker was about to straighten up and walk away from Sam when a cold hand grabbed her wrist.

Hands like ice in the true sense.

"Don't rush away, Chloe, I think you're right about the scum that doesn't deserve to live in this world. Except it's not Sammy who doesn't deserve to live..." Lucifer blinked and he couldn't see the emotion. With gray-blue eyes, he looked at Decker with a half-smile.

Sam turned his head to the side, grabbed Lucifer's hand that was pinning Decker, and shook his head reproachfully.

Lucifer didn't continue to say anything, let go of his hand obediently, and looked up at a certain point on the glass.

So he was really just trying his luck at a spot on the glass where someone might be? Decker straightened up, noticing Lucifer's movement, and heaved a sigh of relief.Although she didn't understand why Lucifer's hands were so cold, but now was not the time to care.

Soon BAU will be back.

She walked quickly to the door, opened the door, made sure that no one in the corridor was going out, and locked the door behind her back.

Just as she passed the glass and was about to go back to the Evidence Section to ask Allie for help, she turned her head to look at the interrogation room again.

Sam propped his forehead with one hand, as if resting with his head down. Lucifer sits back on the arm of his chair, just looking sideways, and meets Decker's gaze again.He grinned for some reason, pointing one finger in the direction behind Decker.

Startled, Decker looked back reflexively.

At the same time, she heard a question.

"Detective Decker, what are you doing here?"