[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Although what Lance said was not wrong, the people present didn't really buy it, thinking that Lance was cheating.

Lance: "I remember people aboveboard, why should I say I'm cheating!"

"Also." Lance leaned back on the table again, eyes blurred, "Is there any case?"

JJ subconsciously glanced at the dossier she was holding in her arms, and then put the dossier on the table, "It's a new case, and there are crimes against some businessmen." She puffed her cheeks, "But it seems that we have to wait for Hu You can only move if you have a good deal with that person.”

"I just came back and have to go on a business trip." Lance said helplessly.

Morgan walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Didn't you and Rhett just come back from vacation, cheer up."

Reid sat down and tidied up his desktop, "He will be like a wandering spirit today, but he will probably fall asleep on the plane."

"At that time, tell Hu Qi that I heard someone singing to the moon on the street in the middle of the night last night, which affected my sleep." Lance rubbed his head vigorously again, "Ah, really, isn't it? How can it be so uncomfortable to fall asleep after only staying up all night for a while at an old age! I'm going to drink a cup of coffee."

"Hey, actually, this case." JJ interrupted them, "It's in Quantico."

"Local?" Lance stopped in his tracks, "Neither the doctor nor I heard the news."

JJ showed a toothache expression, "A big taxpayer, in fact, the last victim was over 60 years old, and he also had some heart problems. At that time..."

Several people were still talking, and Lance squinted his eyes and ran to the public area to pour himself a cup of coffee. When he came back with it, he saw that JJ had followed Hu Qi to the conference room.

Rhett was waiting for him.

Lance looked at the coffee in his hand, raised his eyebrows, took a sip, and continued to follow Rhett to the second floor with the coffee cup in his hand.

Lance felt dizzy when going up the stairs, but he didn't care.

Reid walked in front, vaguely excited, "I have read many of his books, they are very insightful, and supported by data, he..."

Lance looked at Reid's back, a little fuzzy, and his mind began to gurgle like a paste. What was amazing was that he could feel himself. He knew that something should have happened now, and he also knew that his limbs He seemed to have lost his strength, and his whole body was light. He wanted to open his mouth and call Rhett, because Rhett's voice was a bit loud for him now, and his brain was shaking from the noise.

The whole world seemed to be spinning. Lance saw the ceiling of the BAU. He hadn't looked carefully before. Is there a stain on it, a large piece of brown, but the ceiling feels so high, and it should be in the dead zone after cleaning. There are also tables and chairs that seem to have floated into the sky, and the back of the head seems to have touched something.

But what happened?Is he in danger?Or time travel again?If possible, can he be selfish and bring Rhett together?

In a blur, he heard someone screaming in panic and someone groping around his body.

It seemed that someone had patted his cheek, it seemed that someone had ripped off his clothes and his eyelids.

But it's really noisy, he clearly has his eyes open, why are you treating him so rudely?No, in that case he should resist.

Lance tried to raise his arm, but it was light. Where is his arm?

When Rhett heard a loud noise behind him, he saw Lance fall down the stairs with his eyes open. The coffee cup in his hand had been smashed to pieces, and some sharp and broken porcelain pieces were pressed under his arm. He wore them casually this morning. Under the blue suit, there is a faint red seeping from there.

And Lance was lying there with his head tilted like this, his eyes were open, but he seemed to have lost his spirit.

"OH, GOD! Noah!" Rhett hurriedly stepped on the stairs downstairs, his legs gave way, and he almost fell down. He knelt down beside Lance, stretched out his hand to support Lance's head, but felt To the wetness of the first hand.

Reid hugged him tightly, and retracted his trembling hand, seeing the blood on his hand, "911! call911!" He heard his own voice almost broken, sharp and unpleasant, but he Can't care so much.

He patted Lance's cheek, and bloodstains were smeared on the original fair cheek. Will Lance be angry when he wakes up?Thinking of this, Rhett suddenly felt that everything around him was slowed down.

Morgan, who rushed down from upstairs, pulled him aside. JJ and Emily held his arms. He only felt his legs tremble. David Rossi, the veteran of BAU, who just met today, directed the scene , the momentum of the whole person is very full.

He also saw Hu Qi's furrowed brows. This man seldom showed his face, and now his expression was filled with fury, as if he wanted to swallow someone alive.

Rhett watched as a team of ambulancemen rushed up with a stretcher and lifted Lance onto the stretcher. His slender and beautiful hands were hanging on the side of the stretcher, and those black eyes looked at him blankly.

looking at...

look at him! ! ! !

"Coffee!" Rhett yelled loudly, JJ and Emily were almost thrown out by him, "He didn't eat anything today, he just took a sip of coffee!"

The people present reacted very quickly, and the announcement area was immediately blocked, but unfortunately, although it was blocked in time, two agents fell down shortly after. Fortunately, they were prepared, and the two agents were also present. Was pulled away the first time.

This is an attack on the BAU or the FBI, a provocation.

Everyone present did not doubt this.

When Rhett woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment, with white floor tiles and white walls, holding a coffee cup in his hand. He raised his head in a daze, and saw Garcia hugging the computer and sobbing softly. Wiping unstoppable tears, Morgan sat beside her, looking at him with worried eyes from time to time.

He let go, and the cold coffee spilled on the floor.

Garcia was taken aback. The purple-haired girl looked over with teary eyes. The eye shadow and eyeliner were all smudged, the entire eye sockets were black, and there were even two colorful lines on her cheeks. The same tear stains, but she didn't care at all.

"Red..."

Reid looked down at the coffee he had thrown and spilled on the ground, moved his lips, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Lance is dreaming. For a long time, in the study of people, dreams are very wonderful things. It can be said that you have dreams every day and night, that is, what you desire in your heart, what you care about, these will be in your dreams Whether it is a good dream or a nightmare, it represents your concern about something.

It is also said that dreams are just an irregular activity of the human cerebral cortex, which has no representative meaning.

Lance knew he was dreaming, whether it was a good dream or a nightmare. He dreamed that he was wearing a decent suit and sitting in a luxurious car. The driver in front of him didn't seem to like to talk. There was only one man sitting in the passenger seat in the whole car. He spoke in his thick voice.

He said, "Sir, the Mary Orphanage has arrived."

Lance waited for the man with a blurred face to get off the passenger seat, and then opened the rear door for him.

Lance was silent for a while, and got out of the car. He looked up and saw the exquisite letters of Mary's Orphanage patched on the marble doorpost, and suddenly smiled.

This orphanage is well taken care of. Unlike other orphanages, there are children of all ages. There are very few older children, and beautiful children can get special preference.

Lance suddenly appeared at the entrance of the orphanage when he was four years old. He was thin and small. He didn't have a little flesh on his face until he was six years old, but his body was still dry. Friends usually laughed at him for eating so much Everything is useless, and no flesh grows at all.

Lance just thinks that child is too immature, he hasn't started smoking at this age, not to mention his bloodline determines that his skeleton will not be particularly large, no matter how good the food in the orphanage is, it doesn't pay attention to nutrition like ordinary people, potatoes Stuffed stomach is a common match.What's more, there is only one way to eat meat in this orphanage.

Because of the arrival of 'Sir', the children were led out to be the 'doorman' to welcome, and Dean Keith's waist bent several degrees more than usual, and then his face that made Lance's stomach queasy came together. In front of Lance.

The voice was different from the one in memory, although it was equally disgusting, but there was a mixture of flattery and greed in it, "Sir, what kind of food do you want to eat tonight?"

Lance glanced over the 'doormen', he saw many familiar faces, those who had disappeared from his life a long time ago, and those who were gradually blurred in his memory, as well as the one standing in the back row, That dry one with fierce eyes like a wolf cub, himself.

That look, not his narcissism, is simply amazing!That hateful look that wants to tear the person in front of him into pieces, this is who he used to be.

Lance shifted his gaze to another black-haired boy beside 'him', and saw that boy smiled heartily at him, like the sun dispelling the dark clouds.

For a moment, he felt that his eyes were too dry.

Everything around him slowly blurred, and he saw that the small building of the orphanage in front of him disappeared, and the nodding and bowing Dean Keith in front of him also disappeared, and those familiar and unfamiliar faces gradually disappeared.

The black-haired boy with a smile like a little sun comforted another black-haired boy beside him, and then walked towards him step by step.

He stood still in front of Lance, and held out his hand to him, "Would you like to come with me to see our ship?"

Lance's nose was sore, and he stretched out his hand, holding his big hand with his small hand, tears streaming down his face for a moment, "Is it a ship that can fly?"

"OK!"

The author has something to say: The author of the sweet article is drunk!

As I write, I am depressed.