[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

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At night, due to certain military secrecy measures and the unhurried way of handling cases, the BAU members, who have always been extremely dedicated, were forced to return to their respective rooms to end the day's case handling.

"It's so inefficient...Can't they care about something? It's a human life! And this disgusting murderer must be hiding inside this base!" Morgan has always been upright and impatient, and he almost clashed with an officer just now , fortunately Emily even stopped him.

"Don't be so impatient just because it's your kind who died." Leo taunted, pulling his little doctor back to the room a second before Morgan punched.

Morgan rubbed his almost crooked nose and glared hard at the closed door.

"I guess he wants to be comforted by babygirl." JJ said to Emily with a small smile.

There was a smile on the corner of Ulrich's mouth, as if he wanted to go back to the room with Tim.The blond monster's hairs stood on end, he quickly slipped back into the room, and prayed for the first time in his life that hotch would not come in together.

"Obviously because you're not usually pious..." Director Bingshan closed the door with a snap, while looking at the blond monster with interest.

"Oh, come on, my dear little doctor, some things can't be rushed - besides, such a normal life is where the vitality is maintained." The lion lazily drank an unlit cigarette - this is the little doctor Doctor's request, in order to maintain the freshness of the air.

The little doctor lay sideways in the arms of a bad lion, resting with his eyes closed tiredly, while grinding his teeth—a shameless lion is of course full of vitality—because he has already proved this point with his actual actions.

"Lion, you really have no sense of responsibility. We should be discussing the case at this time." The little doctor rubbed his eyes sleepily, and rested his chin more comfortably on the pillow.

"Kid, don't worry, there may be a very important secret hidden here." Leo's fingers slowly ran across the back of the angry little doctor, stroking the raised spine, wishing to chew this annoying little doctor Swallow it in your stomach.

"What we have to do is to be patient and wait for the moment when the truth is revealed...it will be a big surprise." The lion couldn't help but raise his hand to sweep the little doctor's chin, feeling as if he was trying to appease him if he wanted to sleep or not. cat.

"No, you big guy who doesn't take human life seriously..." The little doctor complained half-truthfully, turned over and squinted at Leo.

The little doctor is already familiar with certain words and deeds of the lion. It is obviously impossible to completely transform a killer with a completely pathological personality.Thinking so, the little doctor complained that Rossi had brought such a big trouble in.

"You obviously don't have the sympathy and correct worldview that humans should have!" The little doctor said sullenly.

Leo nodded indifferently: "Hey, you know, this is something that all Germanic races have abandoned. Compassion is just the evolution of the strong's guilt towards the weak while enjoying it, and what is the worldview? ?It’s just the conclusion of the ruler’s policy of fooling the people—it’s undeniable that religion has a religious worldview, and science has a scientific worldview.”

"Don't brainwash me anymore. I don't want to accept such a theory - it will make me think over and over again and doubt life." The little doctor rested on the shoulder of a certain lion sullenly, bit the lion's lips teasingly finger.

"Isn't that funny." The lion raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and slowly touched the little doctor's lips.

"Well, Rouvier's death form reminds you of irony, but what exactly is irony?" The little doctor felt that the caress had begun to change into another meaning, and his brain was spinning rapidly for self-protection, and he changed the topic.

Leo let go of his hand and subconsciously bit the cigarette holder. The little doctor buried his head, but he couldn't see that the lion's face was already gloomy. This was another one that the little doctor would never see. It belonged to Harrington who lived in another world. expression.

"No, it's just a feeling...an organ used by human beings to think..." Leo slowly denied, and at the same time realized that his extremely sleepy little doctor had slowly fallen into sleep.

This kind of irony may be something that others have never thought of, but it just fits a certain theory of the lion-overdeveloped and strong limbs are sorry for the evolved mind of humans, as recorded in his diary.

So the whole escaped brain is put on the toilet lid, and the empty head means the emptiness of thought, ignorance.And bouvier is undoubtedly a big man, just corresponding to the overdeveloped limbs.

Leo vaguely felt something, it seemed that there was a feeling that the situation was completely out of control, and this feeling made him restless, so he sought a kind of peace of mind, a kind of comfort, and a kind of breath that only human beings could have in his little doctor.

The night is isolated from the underground space, but the cold aura it brings is pervasive.

The big lion kisses his sleeping lover, his thoughts are wandering, and everything seems to indicate a huge conspiracy.

The first deceased in the military department was killed by poison, which to some extent represents peace, just like the peace that death brings to people in a religious sense.

Also, like what the lion once said about his own mother's death - she was never that beautiful.

Leo squinted, watching the hands of the clock on the wall pass three o'clock.

Leo didn't feel sleepy. Here, in this underground space, he felt a sense of fear of being seen through. At the same time, this sense of fear made him feel a kind of stimulation, which accelerated the secretion of adrenaline.

The big lion was full of energy, he felt an uncontrollable sense of excitement that he knew was morbid, and made him look forward to the progress of everything, just like looking forward to a movie that just opened, a game that just started.

At four o'clock in the morning, Leo suddenly had a bad feeling that the night seemed a little too peaceful, not like a night that just ended a murder.The murderer should be about to move, should be thinking about strategies, should be complacent, the only thing that shouldn't be, is this kind of silence.

There should at least be something dormant in the deepest darkness before dawn...

The lion reconfirmed that the little doctor next to him had fallen asleep, turned over and got out of bed, carefully smoothed every wrinkle on the corners of his clothes with his slender and strong fingers, and the fiery heart in his chest was beating violently with excitement.

Ulrich stood in the middle of the empty corridor, with a cigarette between his fingers, he lifted his chin slowly and gracefully, and exhaled a puff of lung-filtered smoke towards the metal ceiling.

"I thought you wouldn't come out at this time." Ulrich seemed interested, his eyes still on the ceiling, and he said to Leo who had approached quietly.

Leo lit the cigarette in his hand with Ulrich's cigarette, and stared at Ulrich intently: "Don Quixote never moves according to common sense... I thought you already knew it very well."

"No, I just want to know, why did you come out of that kid's room...instead of sleeping with your little white rabbit in your arms?"

"You meddle too much, Ulrich. I promised that man, but I don't hate breaking my oath when pressed."

"My dear brother, I really should hate you."

"Trust me, me too, dear brother."

The two men looked at each other and smiled, each other's eyes were full of self-evident irony and sneer.

Early the next morning, a loud yell came from Morgan's room.

The little doctor rubbed his eyes and got up: "What happened?"

The lion rubbed the little doctor's soft hair: "It's nothing, I think about it for a while, and you will know."

The lion's eyes turned to the direction of the door, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a slightly sarcastic arc.

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I'm really sorry for the slow update...but don't worry, it's coming to an end!