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

The voice of questioning in the corridor echoed, especially clear in the silence. Decker clutched the evidence stiffly in his hands, and turned away slowly.Perhaps because she didn't answer, the male voice repeated the question again.

"Detective Decker, what are you doing here?"

It's the leader of that BAU team... Aaron Hotchner.The man's always serious and expressionless face carried an air that made Decker cringe.This... black police officer has a kind of righteousness in him that Decker doesn't even want to admit.

How is it possible, this kind of scum who abused his power to shelter murderers.Righteousness?Do not make jokes.

"I...I'll go to the evidence department to find Allie, she's my friend." Decker quickly found a reason, secretly praying that he could fool the master profiler in front of him.

Hotch didn't speak any more, and nodded to let her pass. He looked behind Decker, as if wondering why there were no police officers at the door of the interrogation room.

Decker breathed a sigh of relief, and strode towards the corner of the corridor, afraid that Hotch would stop her again. Decker could even feel Hotch's eyes following her until she turned a corner and then slowed down.

Did you not find it?She suddenly felt that her back was soaked in cold sweat.

But Lucifer...how could he know Hotch was there?It would be too far-fetched to say it was a coincidence.

The most urgent task is to test the blood samples obtained. Decker sprinted down the corridor in a hurry, barely noticing that it was Allie who was coming towards him.

"Oh, Chloe, what's wrong with you?" Allie was taking off the disposable plastic gloves on her hands, walking towards the elevator, and almost bumped into Decker, who was also absent-minded, "What happened?"

"No, I'm just..." Decker forced a smile, pulled Allie aside, "I have something to talk to you alone."

Allie laughed and said, "What's so mysterious? It's really rare to see us Detective Decker so worried."

Usually, no matter what happens to Chloe Decker, she will appear as a strong woman on the surface, and she never shows anxiety easily, so many people in the bureau nicknamed it the flower of Gaoling.

But today's events are clearly extraordinary.

"It's like this, Allie, I may have found evidence related to this case." Decker carefully fished out the small piece of fabric cut from Sam's sleeve from his pocket, and brought it to Allie, "This is my I picked it up in a bar, I want you to help me test what it is."

"God, Chloe, you have to go tell those FBI agents, how could they miss such an important clue?" Allie stretched out her hand in surprise, then quickly retracted, realizing that she shouldn't have touched the evidence like this, She put back the plastic gloves she had just taken off.

In the end Decker decided not to tell his friend the whole truth.On the one hand, Allie may not believe all the facts, and on the other hand, it is to protect her friends from the FBI and Winchester.

The less you know, the safer you are.

"I don't know if that counts as evidence... Maybe it's just someone scratching their hand when they smashed a wine glass? Allie, do me a favor and test whose blood it is so we can be sure. You know, If it's a mistake—" Decker didn't finish.

She hated herself for lying like this, but she'd rather cover up that small part of the truth than expose Allie to all of this, or BAU's intentions to reveal that she was on the case.

"I understand, Chloe and Allie's secret investigation operation! According to the command, sir, it must be kept secret!" Allie said with a smile, took the fabric, turned and walked back to the laboratory, "Then I think I can leave work later."

"Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you." Decker thanked.

"What are you talking about, are you afraid that I won't be able to keep a little secret?" Allie blinked and smiled slyly.

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"Please turn off the audio and video for me, I need to talk to the suspect alone, thank you." JJ finished ordering the guards and carefully closed the door of the interrogation room.

Lucifer and Sam... who should be called Samael now, were sitting at the table waiting for her.

Two pairs of eyes, gray blue and light brown, seem to be able to look straight into the soul of a person, the only difference is that Lucifer's eyes are more like a bottomless abyss, full of tempting dangers of corruption; while Sam's light brown eyes More like lake water, quiet and gentle.

"You know who the murderer is, and where he, or she, is." JJ said affirmatively.

"Yes, but we're not obliged to tell you, human." Lucifer accentuated the word "human", and it could be heard that he didn't feel much nervous about the status quo.After all, no matter how many human deaths, it is nothing to Satan who once launched the apocalypse.

Sam gave Lucifer a disapproving look. JJ realizes that the only reason Lucifer is still sitting in the interrogation room until now, instead of slaughtering the entire police station that dared to disturb him, is now sitting next to Lucifer.

Lucifer is incredibly tolerant of his partner.

"We have a deal with Eve from Purgatory." Sam had learned to ignore Lucifer's occasional little attitude and explained to JJ instead.

"Isn't Eve... Adam's wife, the first woman? Why is she in... Purgatory? What is the agreement?" JJ's curiosity was as endless as her barrage of questions, and Sam smiled helplessly, Be ready to explain.

Lucifer spread his hands and interjected, "Actually, Lilith was the original woman."

"Luci, don't say a few words." Sam turned to the curious JJ, "Eve is the master of purgatory, equivalent to the existence of the mother of monsters. Our agreement-heaven, purgatory, hell and our agreement, is not Use the power of angels to kill or find demons and monsters, in exchange for them not attacking humans on a large scale or trying to rule the world."

"The Lux bar is a neutral territory, any creature can seek protection, but if they break the rules of Lux, they will naturally be hunted down." Lucifer ignored Sam's words, and it could be heard that he was a little proud of the Lux bar. Affection.

"But we still can't do it without the help of angels, because there are two rules breaking, and Eve has never been a peace lover. So you have to find out who the murderer is, and then Dean can solve it Drop." JJ could hear the extreme reluctance in Sam's words.

The younger Winchesters were unwilling to let innocent people die, but the balance had to be maintained.

"Sounds enough...fair." JJ could only think of this inappropriate wording.

"It's actually too fair." Lucifer commented, "Cleaning up pests should be straightforward." However, the fallen angel's words were ignored by both of them.

"So who did it?" JJ looked at Sam, expecting an answer, or at least a name.

"I can only say a vampire." Sam shook his head regretfully. "As I said, there is a clause in the agreement not to use the power of angels to help others find demons or monsters. Crowley always takes extra care when writing contracts. "

JJ pondered for a while, then asked, "Then at least tell me, is Detective Decker the vampire?"

"Sorry, we can't talk." Sam replied apologetically, and JJ couldn't read any fluctuations in his expression.The original plan to find out whether Decker was an enemy through profiling naturally failed.

"Why do you think so?" Lucifer asked casually, outlining frosty flowers in the air with his fingertips, and letting the frosty blue light spots scatter in the room.

JJ froze from the bone-chilling chill, and Sam soon felt the agent flinch, soft white light leaping away from him, forming a barely visible protective halo around JJ.

Lucifer lost his scruples, and the ice flowers on his hands became more and more gorgeous, with a fatal temptation.He looked at JJ with interest, indicating that he hadn't given up on seeking the answer to the last question.

"Detective Decker is very interested in your case, and she has come to talk to you, right? Hotch found her in your interrogation room and acted sneaky after she came out." JJ explained, "And she was alone that night At home, no alibi."

Sam looked like he wanted to say something, regardless of his current status, he still has an extraordinary sense of belonging and protective desire for human beings.

"Then it's up to you to tell the difference, be careful." Lucifer stopped Sam from revealing more information, and smiled, "Good luck."

Lucifer broke free from the shackles of the handcuffs effortlessly and turned his back. The ice flowers all over the room instantly turned into powder, and the freezing temperature returned to normal.

"By the way, we need a phone, JJ." Just as JJ pulled out his chair and prepared to go out in frustration, Sam suddenly said, "A phone that is not monitored."

Soon, JJ returned to the interrogation room with the landline. She connected the line and handed the receiver to Sam.

Sam hesitated a moment as he reached for the keyboard, then turned his fingertips, changed his mind, and pressed "666".

"Hello, this is Hellline, Crowley is at your service?" A male voice with a British accent came from the receiver.

Lucifer caught the voice and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I thought you would call my little brother?"

Wasn't Sam's original plan to summon Castiel?

"If Castiel got a call from me saying Dean was under arrest, he'd show up at the LAPD door right away, right? He's no less protective than you." Sam covered the receiver, shrugged, and let go Covering the handset, he said to Crowley, "I need your help with something, King of the Crossroads."

Is he the king?At most, an advertiser selling merchandise.From Lucifer's disgusted eyes, Sam easily read such a message.

"I need you to bring Castiel into the LAPD in a proper way at noon tomorrow, so that no one can discover your anomalies." Sam said, recalling Castiel's failed attempt to pretend to be an FBI agent, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Oh, why don't you kill me, Moose, and sneak into the LAPD with that little wing?" Crowley moaned in pain, complaining, "He can't tell whether the ID is front or back !"

"So I guess...as you wish?" Lucifer lightly took the handset from his partner's hand and hissed threateningly, "Crowley, tomorrow at noon, Castiel, LAPD, there is no room for negotiation."

The author has something to say: This is what I typed while I was half asleep and half awake on the plane, tell me loudly if you are moved! [Okay, just kidding, two weeks of self-guided trips in San Francisco during the spring break, but unfortunately I lost my wallet, so I laughed to see that I survived for two weeks with $20 on me.Well, my best friend has turned into a domineering president (?) and temporarily covered my food, clothing, housing and transportation...]