[Criminal Minds] The Waiting Behind

Michelle looked up at Foyet who grabbed the phone and hung up.He was looking at himself evilly with the corners of his lips curled up, while throwing the phone up and down casually, but he accurately captured the trajectory of every drop.He looked as comfortable as if he was in a secluded park.

For Foyet, though, killing may be a way to find peace and fulfillment.

She remembered that Hotch once said that for a perverted serial killer, killing is as simple as eating and drinking in ordinary people's lives.

As if what he took was not a living human life, but just completing a job or hobby that must be done.

Michelle lowered her left hand, which had been touching the necklace, and put her hands behind her back in a natural and fearless movement.She looked straight into the depths of Foyet's eyes, where there was interest, curiosity, sarcasm, and the urge to try, but there was no pity and indecision that a normal person should have.

It was no use persuading him.

Be strong in front of him.

Don't show weakness.

She almost kept chanting these few words in her heart before she opened her mouth slowly, but boldly put forward her request:

"It's just the two of us now, and I believe you won't be afraid of any threats from me anymore."

Michelle watched Foyet slowly raise one eyebrow, and several deep grooves appeared on his forehead, which seemed to contain the vicissitudes of life.In his deeply sunken eye sockets, his big gray eyes were shining with an unknown light as if staring at the most satisfying prey.

It seemed that that light could bring him——salvation.

"I don't think I need this anymore." Michelle lifted her feet, her knees and ankles were bound tightly with rope, and she could barely move.

Her gaze slowly rose from her feet until she met Foyet's gaze again: "I thought you would at least be a gentleman to ask a lady to tidy up her appearance."

Foyet chuckled almost immediately, he untied the dead button on the rope without the slightest hesitation, bent slightly, stretched out his arms, palms up.

This is a typical "please" gesture.

Sure enough...he never took himself seriously.No, maybe in his eyes, other than himself, other people are nothing more than very small ants bound by the world.

The lingering life does not need to be cherished.

Michelle ran through Foyet's performance so far quickly in her head and came to this conclusion.

However, arrogance and a desire to control are his characteristics, but they will also become his greatest weakness.

She bent down slowly and untied the remaining loose rope, straightened up, and began to arrange her hair and clothes.

And while she was doing these things silently, Foyet just sat on the sofa beside her, put the corner of the phone on the table, rotated it, and played with it.

"I really want to know why you chose to let Haley take Jack with you. I don't believe you are the kind of righteous and benevolent idiot." Foyet finally couldn't help but opened his mouth. He stared at the girl and found that She really showed her fearless side.

All this made him curious.

Foyet believes that he has seen many people before their death. No matter whether they begged, gritted their teeth, or even cursed before, in the end, they had the same mental state at the moment before they learned of death.

— endless panic.

However, the girl has been acting very calm.From the first moment she woke up and saw him, she treated him like an ordinary person.No fear, no panic, just peace.

Yes, calm.

It was as if she had foreseen all this.

Or, with sheer confidence, flee.

Thinking of this, Foyet sneered, patted himself on the head, and sneered at his sudden thought.

— How is it possible to escape from death?

He is the god of death.

Michelle didn't pay any attention to the change in Foyet's expression next to her, or she knew it and didn't care at all.She just continued to groom herself without even looking at Foyet: "I said, I trust Aaron."

Michelle ignored Foyet's sudden burst of laughter, knowing that it all seemed ridiculous to Foyet now.

She believed in him, though, and that belief had been there from the beginning.

From the moment he, like a god, pulled her out of the dark abyss, she existed.

"I once said to Aaron that in the eyes of others, he is a hero, but in my eyes he is my man first." Michelle's eyes slowly revealed nostalgia, which seemed to burst out in the bright sunlight.

Michelle will never forget Hotch's expression at that time, and she feels that she will treasure this scene forever as her eternal treasure.

She stopped straightening her clothes and turned to look at Foyet. The man had a mocking sneer on his face from the first sentence.

"But what I didn't tell him was that he was first my man and then my hero."

Michelle watched as the smile faltered on Foyet's face, then slowly disappeared.He narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward quickly, pushed her against the wall, and grabbed her chin with one hand to hold it against.The other hand held a gun and caressed her neck ambiguously. Below that was her throbbing carotid artery.

Michelle swallowed nervously, twisting the ring on her finger unconsciously, which was left by Steve - always reminding her, spurring her on.

Her sudden fear and fear subsided slowly, looking directly at Foyet who suddenly ran away for no reason, "What are you angry about?"

"Annoyed? Haha..." Foyet pushed the muzzle of the gun against Michelle's neck again, pressed her tightly, and put it close to her ear, "I'm just laughing at your stupidity for believing that Agent Hoter will come save you."

Foyet let go of Michelle's hand, and took out the phone he had put away just now. "It's been less than 10 minutes since the call just now. He came from Arlington and it is absolutely impossible to arrive right away. And..." Foyet put the gun at her again Moved forward, the muzzle was still precisely aimed at the position of the carotid artery.

"Here, as long as I fire a shot, you will bleed to death almost immediately. Even if Hoter arrives, he can only watch the life of his most beloved woman slowly disappear..."

"I know." Michelle stretched out her hand, put it on the pistol, and gently pushed it away: the strong contrast between the paleness of the fingers and the cold black drew a slight arc in front of Foyet's eyes, like a mournful hymn note.

Black and white, strong contrast.

Michelle pushed the pistol away like a completely unrelated object, not treating it as a scythe that could harvest her own life at any time.

Only she knew how fast her heart was beating just now.How scared she was that Foyet would sense a moment of weakness in her and knock her down completely.

Fortunately, there is still room for turning around.

"I don't think there is anyone in this world who is more suitable than you to say these words."

For the narcissist, a compliment can sometimes be a way to let his guard down.

Michelle recalled the content of the psychological books she had read, and followed what was taught in the book.

However, Foyet is no ordinary person.

He was immersed in happy emotions for no more than a second, and quickly regained his composure: "You are really smart."

Before Michelle could say what he said next, Foyet let out an exaggerated exclamation, the fakeness of which was obvious at a glance, "I remembered one thing, Haley was obviously disturbed by my words before, why? Suddenly seemed to be awakened by someone, and then cheered up again?"

He picked up the girl's chin again with the black muzzle of the gun. The cold touch made Michelle turn her head back and shrink back, but the man sneered even more proudly: "It is absolutely impossible for Agent Hoter to step over the law enforcement agency to contact her." , it seems that this mysterious caller is you?"

Michelle didn't know if her expression gave anything away, but she knew Foyet did see it, and he tapped his cheek with the pistol almost in satisfaction.

Obviously the force is very light, but it seems to be beating on my heart, once and for all...bringing unknown hesitation.

"I really appreciate you, babe." Foyet slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun, bringing it back to the weakest neck of the man.

Then, slowly approach.

Whisper words in the ear.

"However, it's a pity..." Foyet's voice became smaller and smaller, and at the end it was almost a slight exhalation, which sprayed on the girl's ears, stained with a blush.

The eye-catching red on the white skin is very beautiful.

"Your ending...is already doomed..."

Foyet felt the girl quickly grab his hand holding the gun with one hand, and the other hand reached towards his face.He didn't care at all, just raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the girl intently, her calm face finally changed into a nervous look.

"Sure enough, in the end, I will still be scared..." Foyet was not surprised to see such a scene, but slowly approached, and then approached.

He likes the scene of being spattered with blood at close range.

It's really, really beautiful.

Thinking of this, Foyet couldn't help but want to see the beautiful scene in his memory played out in real life, and slowly raised his index finger.

Rossi looked at Hotch who was sitting next to him, he had been in the same position since just now, as if he was going to sit like this forever.

Rossi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Any language seems so feeble at this time.

The black SUV glided on the road, speeding all the way.

finally reached.

With a sudden brake, Emily parked the car and was about to turn around to say something, but found that she only saw Hotch's back.

He almost jumped out of the car before it even stopped.

Emily and Rossi looked at each other, quickly drew the pistol from their waists, and came down silently, following Hotch with a cat on their waists.

It was an unusually quiet cottage.

The brown roof and white walls look the same as when I saw it before.

But Hotch knew he would never find the happiness that radiated from the inside out when he first saw the house.

All of this was ruined by Foyet.

Michelle...

Hotch tried to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his head, and focused all his energy on the surrounding environment, crossing the familiar lawn, and was about to pass the porch to the front door.

He heard a "bang bang bang" knocking sound.

He exchanged glances with Emily behind him, bent over to touch the direction of the voice.

It was a white Santara.

The moment Hotch and the others approached the car, a pair of feet appeared on the window!

Keep tapping.

That's where the sound came from.

Hotch and Rossi came to the door, and Emily stooped to the other side, outflanking at the same time.

When Hotch made the motion gesture, he and Emily opened the car door at the same time, and the three guns were immediately aimed at the people inside.

Almost as soon as they saw the scene clearly, Hotch and the others quickly lowered their guns.

What appeared in front of their eyes was Haley mother and child with their mouths gagged and their hands and feet bound.

Emily and Rossi quickly untied them, and Hotch pulled out the handkerchief that was stuffed in Haley's mouth, and the latter immediately grabbed Hotch's arm:

"Quick! Michelle's still inside!"

"Boom-boom-boom-"

Before Hotch could say anything, there were several consecutive gunshots in the house, and the interval was not long.

The birds parked on the tree were awakened instantly, flapping their wings and gradually flew into the distance, but did not leave the slightest trace in the air.

Hotch turned sharply and ran in the direction of the house.

Michelle...Michelle!

The author has something to say: In fact, to some extent, the Buddha is the truth!

The heroine has indeed encountered all this a long time ago!

Come, come, let's continue to guess how the author abused me~

Guess right and get a reward!

I'm rubbing the Internet now, and the Internet card is probably ready to be activated! !

I saw everyone’s message yesterday, so I came here to take a look at today’s manuscript

Then turn it off silently ← this is the words of the depositor

After reading this chapter, you should already understand the author's wish to escape silently...

cough cough cough cough

Also, the ending HE!real!

So far Michelle has not suffered any harm! ! !

Thank you Tangtang for throwing the mines, I lost them for two days in a row

Believe me, I really won't abuse it! !

You'll know it when you see the ending!

Thank you Soul for throwing a landmine, this encourages me to abuse or not