[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

The beach and the bright sunshine have always been the favorite of the Nordic people.Good wine is always essential, but beautiful bikini girls seem a bit redundant.

Torres is such a realistic and uninteresting person.At this time, he was holding a glass of wine to accompany his brunette lover to watch a beautiful striptease show. The latter's cheeks were flushed, obviously he had drunk a lot.

Torres helplessly wrapped his arms around the waist of his swaying lover, so as not to let him fall down in public and make a fool of himself.

Castle is obviously not a person who will appreciate it: "Since you think girls in bikinis are redundant, then you don't need to lie on the beach, after all, the beach here is also man-made..."

Castle reached out and stuffed a roll of US dollars into the thong of the approaching Lang, and turned his head to slap the hands on his waist: "Don't do this..."

Two blue veins popped out on Torres' forehead: "You're gay, don't be so excited to see Mr.

Castle looked innocent: "I'm a heterosexual, it's just a coincidence that I fell in love with you!"

Torres finally couldn't take it anymore, and took off himself, a gay guy who was admiring the female body.

Castle laughed and blew a kiss to the girl who was winking at him on the stage, and was dragged away by the back of the neck.

Kanoge turned the ring representing the status of the patriarch in his hand, turned his head to look at the death-seeking castle, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I can't cooperate well once and even want to steal this ring..."

Yalin smiled indifferently, and waved for another glass of wine: "I think Castle just wants to be fucked..."

Kanoge had an incredible expression on his handsome face: "□□ will be very comfortable, Leo also seems to be gay now."

Yalin couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth: "Who do you think that lion can be crushed by?"

Kanoge also seemed to be drinking too much, and didn't hear Yalin's answer at all, and muttered to himself: "It's big news, it's so simple! It turns out that the big boss behind Don Quixote is a suppressed one."

Yalin opened his mouth weakly, and he could only hope that there would be no members of that damned mysterious organization, or else it would be heard in the ears of that insidious lion. My own life will not be easy!

Leo smiled, lowered his body slightly, and looked at the little doctor who was rummaging through the files from the gap in the shelf. The broken kraft paper file bag in his hand was untouched—after all, he was never interested in spending time typing. Naturally, I have no interest in reviewing those so-called incidents.

A certain lion's little lover is now in a serious state of being completely divorced from reality. This expression makes Leo feel that even if Mars hits the earth now, it can't stop the head of a concentrated little doctor from turning around.

The little doctor's brain is indeed spinning extremely fast as Leo judged.

If the "Manson family" is a group of delusional patients who hope to see the so-called three world wars of race wars through murder, and want white people to exclude black people, then most of the murdered people in current cases are black people—although The current data is not enough, but it is still a two-thirds ratio. That is to make the blacks feel that they cannot stay in this important military division, and their lives are threatened. This will cause blacks to be dissatisfied with the whites, and create an unprecedented war.

"There must be something wrong with this... The Manson family..."

The little doctor stopped, staring at the file in front of him in a daze. He vaguely felt that he had caught something, but the clue ran away quickly.

The Manson family was founded on the premise of religious belief. Of course, the record industry of the famous Beatles can be regarded as an effective catalyst. After all, this band was once deified...

So now, what is the catalyst in this underground base?And what is the underlying criminal belief?

The little doctor's head was in a mess for a moment. Is this some clues or no clues at all?Just like the people in this base, everyone makes him feel suspicious, but if this is the case, it is equivalent to no suspicion...

Leo laughed, feeling that the frizzy little doctor was extra cute.

"That way I don't have to worry about some of Dr. Watson's worries—was it over seven per cent? Keeping a super-bright brain going would be a good way to keep him from getting bored."

"Don't look at me like that... I'm just looking for people with racist tendencies..." The little doctor concealed his unreliable thoughts, maybe it was really the same as the Manson family, after all, crime is not can be perfectly replicated.

Leo nodded noncommittally, with an expression on his face that seemed to refuse to comment on the little doctor's lies.

Dr. Reid coughed dryly, walked around from the other end of the shelf, knocked along the iron shelf with one hand unconsciously, and his eyes fell on the piles of files casually.

"Don't look at me with this expression, it feels bad... as if you know everything!" The little doctor said half frustrated and half condemned, trying to make himself look aggressive.

The lion narrowed his eyes, and slowly stretched out his paws to meet the little doctor who stood vigilantly one step away from him.

Dr. Reid swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his whole body stiffened: "You, what do you want to do!?" The lion's expression is obviously malicious-a lion ready to estrus anytime, anywhere!

The corners of Leo's mouth curled up, and he pinched the little doctor's cheeks with both hands.

The little doctor was shocked: "Huh?"

After successfully catching it, the lion dragged its cute little prey in front of its thin lips.

The little doctor struggled: "Oh!"

Some poor BAU mascot was pressed on the shelf for a while and felt wet around his lips, which should be covered with some lion's saliva...

Without warning, the lion put his hand into the little doctor's shirt, causing the suppressed animal to scream "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

Dr. Reid was at a loss, and didn't understand what happened, why the lion was inexplicably in heat.But soon he couldn't continue to think, because the lion's nimble and slender fingers had already touched the inside of his trouser waist.

"Take it as your apology..." Lion gnawed on the little doctor's pink earlobe happily, and said vaguely.

"Apologize?" The little doctor was puzzled while suppressing the tingling sensation flooding up from the lower abdomen.

The lion lazily raised one of its bandaged paws, and waved it in front of the bullied little doctor: "I'm so sad that someone did something and didn't admit it!"

The little doctor's neck was reddened by the big lion's emphatic words, and his limp hands rested on the shelf: "Don't be here..."

But the lion didn't care: "No one... Don't worry, I won't go to the end." He didn't want his little doctor to be seen by anyone.

Leo just touched the inside of the little doctor's pants with one hand, constantly pleasing his little lover.

The little doctor was panting and had a flushed XX. He was so embarrassed that God knows what that lion was thinking!

The lion lazily took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers, while looking at the blushing face of the little doctor.No matter how many times, my little lover seems to have the same shy face.

Leo: "You should exercise more..." said the lion, leaning forward to kiss the little doctor.

Dr. Reid's grief and indignation: "I hate any form of exercise!"

I don't know how many times the little doctor has said this sentence, but unfortunately, it will always be ignored by all kinds of people.

The lion's eyes swept over the shelf, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wondered if the man would explode in anger when he saw that the things he had devoted himself to deploy were so neglected.

"What is this?" The little doctor's strong curiosity finally made him discover what the lion didn't want him to notice.

"Life is always full of all kinds of coincidences..." the big lion thought helplessly, as if he was complacent one second, and was going to lie to the little doctor the next... Probably the only thing that can be thankful is that some annoying The voyeur must have left just now to proceed with his next plan.

""Don Quixote"? This is a book, why did it appear in the archives..." The little doctor pulled the book out of the kraft paper bag with a suspicious expression on his face.

The big lion's lips twitched: "Well... maybe someone thinks this is also a character profile?"

The little doctor obviously didn't believe it, but he still laughed, flipped through the book in his hand, and then the smile turned into a stiff expression on his face.

Leo bent down and picked up the photo that fell on the ground from the ground.

The person in the photo is Leo himself.

The little doctor turned pale: "What... what does this mean?" He felt that he needed to make some confirmation, at least ask Leo for confirmation, although he had already had a hunch.

Leo hugged his little doctor with one hand: "Don't worry..." He felt that he needed a lie from the car association, for example, it had nothing to do with him, but it was just a serial killer's incompetent trick?

"At least don't let Dr. Reid think I'm a..." A certain lion thought, and for the first time felt that it would be nice if he had always been a law-abiding citizen, so at least his little lover with a sense of justice would not think that a certain lion The "ghost" leaves itself...

The little doctor wrapped his arms around Leo's neck, and bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, so that his lips didn't seem to be trembling: "They... who knows your identity? Here? Is it a, a trap? ? Someone wants to kill you?"

Leo was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to speak. The bridge of Leo's nose was a little sore, and he could only kiss the lips of his lover in front of him intermittently to calm down the extreme stimulation brought by the never-before-seen warmth in his heart.

Perhaps for ordinary people, this is something that can be felt every day, but for a person who has been alone for too long, warmth is sometimes inseparable from scorching heat.

Leo didn't expect that the little doctor's first consideration was his safety, rather than asking about his identity, which was full of fog.

"I think you need to get to know your lover again, my dear little doctor..." Leo kissed Dr. Reid's plump and smooth forehead: "Your man is not so frustrated!"

"A typical lone hero..." The little doctor's emotions were eased by the lion's kiss. Although there was still worry in his brows, at least he had begun to condemn the behavior of a certain arrogant lion.

"Yeah... the solitary heroism eliminated by the times, that's why Don Quixote is." Leo has a smile on the corner of his mouth: "That's why there is Don Quixote."

The little doctor raised his neck and looked at Leo's resolute jaw: "I know that I was eliminated, and I think the windmill is a giant or something..."

The big lion smiled and raised his hand to gently scratch the wrinkled bridge of the nose of the little doctor: "Is it ironic, Don Quixote or modern civilization?"

Just as the little doctor was about to speak, his mouth was covered by the big lion: "Shhh, think it through before you speak."

The little doctor rolled his eyes, and then thought belatedly, the pollution caused by modern civilization, the extinction of species... what is the irony in the end?The little doctor was extremely confused.

The lion rubbed the little doctor's soft and somewhat messy hair: "The knight who travels against time is just a sober elegy of a sad era."