[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

Winter in Germany is not a pleasant season. The heavy snow always falls too fast, and the snowflakes are too big. People have to wrap themselves like brown bears before the snowfall comes.Of course, women who love beauty will still wear coats.Anyway, the air conditioner was on in the car and the heating was on in the house, so it wasn't too cold, as long as they didn't always go outside.

"You don't like it here?" The tall man was sitting next to the burning stove, wearing nothing outside his silk shirt, and he seemed unafraid of the low temperature outside.The old mansion is full of medieval aristocratic style, old and decayed, and pretentious.

"It's too cold." The boy put his feet on the coffee table indifferently, holding a cup of Darjeeling black tea in his hand.The bright colors flowed under the firelight, and it seemed to have a strange glossiness.The boy is not very old, but the edges and corners of his face have already begun to show. His body is slender but not thin. He is obviously an extraordinary young man in British dramas.

The man looked back at the same thin shirt on the boy's body, but said nothing.The boy is not afraid of severe cold, but he just doesn't like cold weather.

"How about Mexico?" the man asked again.

"The tropical jungle is nice." The boy answered absently.

"anything else?"

"A good guitar maker, delicious barbecue rice, high-quality and low-cost urchin...what do you want to know?" The boy smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

“Real Mexico.”

"Rampant drug trade, huge coca plantations, endless Kolodiists, warlord fights in the streets, tanks rolling into government buildings... Of course, the girls there are still good and cheap."

The man smiled, his mature and handsome face was somewhat similar to the boy's, but this man was a pure Germanic man, but the boy's face had a little bit of Latin blood, and his eyebrows were deeper.

"How much did you participate in?" The man adjusted his sitting posture with a look of appreciation on his face.

"You don't want to know... because I actually didn't participate in anything!" The boy wobbled away from the door: "I think the air here is suffocating, I want to go out for a walk."

In order to avoid the cold winter of Schleswig, the young man traveled all the way from the north to the south. The train seemed to be changing with the altitude angle of the sun. From the bare tree trunks in the ice and snow, to the withered and yellow leaves everywhere, to the fiery red maple leaves like clouds .

The autumn scenery in Bavaria has always been extremely charming, but before you can see the fiery red maple leaves, the white of ice and snow will quickly cover all the colors in this season suitable for hunting, making everything pale.

The boy got off at Waldsarsen near the Czech Republic, sneaked into the Bohemian forests between Germany and the Czech Republic and went all the way south until Kam.Then follow the Danube across Lower Bain, all the way to Baden.Finally, he crossed the Francberg, the Swabian Mountains, and finally entered the Black Forest Mountains.The snow in the vast forest has begun to melt, and the spring water has become extremely abundant, jumping happily in the mountain stream.Fresh greenery appeared in the pale green above the branches.

"Winter is over, don't you give up?" The boy said to the forest behind him, his voice sounded careless.But there was a look of interest in his eyes, as if a hunter had found some interesting prey.

After a while, two gunshots were heard in the forest at the same time.The birds who were startled by the sound "hula-la" suddenly sprang up into a large group, and they flew over the forest, circling in circles.

The boy was holding a gun, a sig220, which was hard to come by.He tilted his head and thought for a while: "Thank you."

In front of the boy was a corpse.The originally tall man was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the coming spring. There was a blood hole on his forehead.The close-range shot obviously didn't have the effect of a headshot, so his face remained intact, including the last expression on his face-surprise.

Holding the corpse's feet, the boy hummed the tune of Prague Spring softly, and walked in the damp soil unique to spring. Finally, he found a gentle river that was thawing, and kept the man on the floating ice.As if some ceremony had been completed, he left contentedly.

The man was well known in Mexico as a hitman for hire.He originally thought he could have a good time, but who knew it would be settled so easily...Life is really no fun...

"Where are you going?" The man is no longer young, it seems that a few years have made him old quickly.

"Italy, Florence National Academy of Fine Arts." The boy had grown into a handsome young man, and the sharpness of his youth was quietly hidden in the scabbard.

"I love you, son." The man said, with a proud look on his face.

"Well, I love you too, Dad." The young man put his luggage aside and came up to give a hug to a man who was about his height.

Whenever Leo recalls the hug he gave his father back then, he would lament that when he was young and ignorant, he was cheated by this old man for the first "I love you" in his life...

The author has something to say:

The added extras are here!The day after tomorrow is Father's Day, don't be careless and say I love you to your dad!

Fairy Tales Revised Volume II