[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

The Indian reserve is not so vast, but standing on the road, it still feels endless. It is not full of people and cars like a big city. In fact, when there are still aborigines who refuse to leave , this place cannot be accepted for development.

But, similarly, there are not a few local aborigines who took the money and left here.

Therefore, standing on the border of the reserve with a very special mixed-race attitude, the boy who is still dressed in a very traditional way is particularly abrupt.

A black SUV quickly passed the boy.

The average boy, especially the boy in the reserve, would be a little excited when he saw this kind of car, but this boy with the travel bag was not at all excited.

He looks utterly bored.

The boy was covered with a blanket with totem patterns, and he looked like an Indian priest in the new era—he was a mixed race, with a distinctively beautiful face, and an unforgettably focused demeanor .

With a "creak", the SUV that just passed by reversed back and stopped beside him.

The boy still didn't look up, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, until the door of the SUV opened, and a sensitive and well-behaved face appeared: "Are you... going to... the reserve?"

"Apache." The boy looked at the man speaking to him.He could see that this man was young like a student, and he spoke with an unnatural confidence and panic, and if he was a student, he was definitely not the popular student in the school-despite his appearance. It's pretty good.

"Hmm..." The student-like man hesitated to say something, but he was cut off right away.

"Red, let him come up, it's okay to take him for a while." A very authoritative voice came from the car.

The boy didn't refuse, he bent down and got into the SUV.

There are a few people sitting in the SUV, one of them is an older one who looks like a university professor, and the Reid who just poked his head out just now looks like a college student, and the other one is wearing sunglasses and a suit...it looks like a gangster, Or a secret agent or something.

The boy's eyes circled around a few people, then turned his head away and stopped looking at them.

The older man had eagle eyes, which made the boy feel uncomfortable.

The boy has a not-so-typical but beautiful mixed-race face. He has white skin unique to Caucasians and the typical Indian eyeliner. Neutralizes the contours of his face, which makes him appear to be underage.

Maybe it was because he looked like a minor, so he didn't look threatening. When he got on the two big black SUVs, he also sat on the edge, as if trying to shrink his presence.

"Are you...are you looking for someone? Or..." Rhett seemed to want to start a topic, but his first sentence made people feel alert—the boy put the backpack on his lap, One arm is also across the chest.It was an obvious defensive gesture, and the boy looked terribly cautious.

"Red, you scared him." The underworld spoke.He looked about forty years old, and his eyes were very shrewd.

"Uh...my name is Raven Whitewolf." The boy changed the subject abruptly, "I'm here to find someone, what about you...? CIA? Or FBI?"

"How do you know we are..." That Rhett's voice sounded a little nervous.

"Red!" The underworld interrupted Reid again, "We are the FBI, Special Agent Alan Hochner, Special Agent Jason Gordon, and Dr. Spencer Reed."

"Oh." Raven nodded, and turned to look out of the car window, "Then what are you doing here? Who committed the crime? Or..." He choked, "I mean... ...Forget it, never mind! I mean...I'm here for John Blackwolf, he's my cousin...well...you're here for him too, right? He's the police here, you're FBI, so you must be looking for him, right?"

"Yes," Rhett said, "five students from Mays University were killed... terribly, er... I mean... terribly, and one of them was nailed to a six-foot log sticks, and they're all skinned and..."

"I see." Raven's voice sounded even more dry.

"Well... you just arrived in the town today?" Rhett started talking again, but Raven no longer wanted to communicate with him. He hugged his backpack and turned his face to the window, showing too much rejection. too obvious.

"Hodge?" Gordon called out, drawing the attention of the agent who had just introduced himself to Raven.

Raven continued to look out the window.He didn't want trouble at all, because he was already in trouble.

Soon, the FBI SUV stopped at the gate of a reservation elementary school, and a woman was already standing there waiting for them.When she saw Raven getting out of the car, she looked a little bad, but she didn't say anything, she just made some introductions to Gordon, and then took them to find John.

And on the short walk from outside the school to the classroom, the lady had said "Damn" to Raven no less than five times.

She said, "Damn Raven Whitewolf!"

Raven shrank his neck and did not refute her.

And this obviously made the FBI around him express some doubts - Raven looks like a teenager, and teenagers aged [-] or [-] are the least willing to deal with older people or even listen to their good advice, not to mention , now it's not just a suggestion, but even anger.

"Do you know?" Rhett said again, "If you really... accept her suggestion sincerely, it can be said that you are incredibly mature, or... hide it deeply? Because in your Age should be the last stage of a person's rebellious period, and you don't have this kind of performance now, so you can basically infer..."

"Has your rebellious period passed?" Raven interrupted Rhett.

"what?"

Raven no longer wanted to speak to him.He lowered his head and followed the lady into the classroom. The FBI and the police who came to handle the case also entered together. The classroom suddenly became much more crowded.

There were no more than twenty students in the entire classroom. The children sat there and listened to the lectures. The person standing on the podium giving lectures was the person they were looking for——John Blackwolf, who was also what Raven Whitewolf was looking for. cousin.

This Black Wolf has a typical Indian face and long hair. Although he doesn't look fierce enough, he is strong enough.

On the podium, he asked the children various questions related to their tribe. When he asked a question about Ga'he, the traditional Indian god, Dr. Reed, standing next to Raven, grabbed the children The answer was made earlier.

"Is your name Samuel, Rhett?" Although Gordon seemed to be accusing Rhett when he said this, Raven knew that this was the easiest way to stop his cousin John—this Although a few people said they were FBI, they were definitely not ordinary FBI. Raven firmly believed in this.

Indeed, John followed them out at once.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing here?" The police chief stopped Raven.

"Let him come over!" John glared at the chief of police, "If it's about the Mace tragedy today, he's much more useful than a hundred of your men!"

Under everyone's suspicious eyes, Raven walked over.

"Raven, I know it's not right to have you get involved in something like this when you first arrived," John said, standing in front of Raven, looking like a holy mountain for the Indians, "but this is how you learn to use your Time for talent, so, you gotta come with me - there was a massacre last night at Metz University."

"That Dr. Rhett talked a little while in the car...they gave me a lift." Raven tried to make himself look relaxed, "I...could try, but even if I go Not much use, John, I've got a language degree from Berkeley!" With that, he turned and got in the car.

And John just took the dagger and the police badge and left with them.

In the car, Rhett stared intently at Raven, and with a dull smile, he said, "You graduated from Berkeley? California? Did you know that during the gold rush of the nineteenth century, the western regions of the United States The cultural industry has also begun to prosper. The University of Berkeley was the California branch established at that time. Last year, the number of bachelors graduated from the California branch reached 6385, and the number of graduate students..."

"There are 1598 masters and 633 doctors." Rui Wen interrupted Rhett, "I graduated from the Institute of Education last year, with a minor in the Department of East Asian Languages."

"Red..." The man named Hotchina seemed to be about to laugh, but in the end he kept an expressionless face.

Soon, they arrived at the murder scene.

The place is surrounded by the police to prevent unrelated people from approaching.

It was because Raven was following John that he was able to walk in and see the horrific murder scene—carnage, they said.

"What can that kid do?" A handsome black guy who walked up to Rhett asked.

"He is John Blackworth's cousin, Raven Whitworth." Reed answered the question very seriously, "Can you believe it, Derek, he graduated from Berkeley!"

"Aha, our little genius has met his match?" Derek laughed and ran to the side to make a phone call.

"See what's coming?" Gordon asked, walking up to Raven.

"The door was opened by a sixth person in the house, she opened the door, came here, was taken away by two people, and 15 minutes later, six people went in through the open door and killed the three men and two women ’” Raven replied, turning his face to the side of the mountain, taking a deep breath.

The author has something to say: I will try to make the name more similar to the transliteration?

Spencer Reid= Spencer Reid

AaronHotch=Alan Hodge, JasonGideon=Jason Gordon; EelleGreenaway=Al Greenaway PenelopeGarcia=Penelope Garcia; JenniferJareau=JJ=Jennifer Juro DerekMorgan=Derek · Morgan; EmilyPrentiss=Emily Prentiss; DavidRossi=David Rossi ---------------

The first case comes from Episode No.16 of the first season of Criminal Minds