[comprehensive] my king is here

"Al, how's it going?" Reid ran in the quiet neighborhood, holding his mobile phone, looking nervous.

"It's not good. The entry and exit records show that the target ordered a takeaway cake. I also saw it from the surveillance in the security room... Rhett, speed up, he has already entered." Standing in the surveillance room, Al saw her capture The gangsters appeared on the screen and rushed out of the door.

Morgan and Jennifer took people to protect Hotchner's wife, but the news came that there was no change there. Sure enough, their goal this time was...

"Okay, don't be so formal, just talk briefly, right?"

Moriarty picked up his teacup and sipped it with the grace of a medieval nobleman.

"Let's talk about your favorite lion, oh my god, wouldn't Scottish fold cats and English golden retrievers be better choices?"

"I like them too, but the lion means something different to me, it's a symbol of strength."

"You are after power, what kind of power is that? Don't be shy, let's hear it."

Arturia was at a loss for words for a moment, and in the eyes of most people, her appearance was probably the nervousness and youthfulness in the face of an important interview, but she herself knew, no, it was intuition.

Is something bad going to happen?

She was very disturbed.

But Professor Moriarty flew from New York to Virginia to interview her. I heard that the person who was supposed to come was a long-time and successful alumnus, but Moriarty was worried that she was shy, so he would Come.

How thoughtful, and how personable.

Don't mess it up, Artoria.

"Like a lion, resisting foreign enemies and guarding the territory, such a power."

Artoria's eyes were shining, she looked at Moriarty as if she wanted to gain his approval.

"Wow, look at this amazing girl," he sings, full of sarcasm in British black humor, "The lion guards his territory, and the young lion challenges the lion king when he grows up. Instead, my dear, You tell me what's the point? It's full of tragedy."

"..."

Arturia frowned.

After all, she was still young, not the adult King Arthur. Subconsciously, her remarks were wrong, but she didn't know how to refute them.

"Having power over everyone, it is a matter of course to control life. People don't take the initiative to tell the truth but usually like to refute. Everyone is wrapped in armor. With a sword, you hold the truth."

"This sounds tailor-made for me, so, professor, how about you?"

"The world is full of locked doors, and the key is the king." He said without thinking.

He didn't want to pretend anymore, there was no way, he was so capricious, he thought it was his only shortcoming.

Arturia was still thinking, she keenly felt that Moriarty's thinking was very dangerous, on the edge of the cliff, she had no time to think about why a seemingly elegant and knowledgeable mathematics professor would be so extreme, the only thing she wanted to do was Just pull him back.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

It must be that the tea time for the guests has arrived, Arturia signaled to Moriarty, but the other party didn't care, and stood up with his hands in his pockets.

The so-called victims are also the accomplices of the murderer, they unlock the door, let in the demons, and usually these guys die from their own stupidity.

"Hi, please sign for the cake you ordered."

The plain-looking courier passed the cake box with both hands. He was wearing black gloves, and he could see the delicate outline of his fingers underneath.

"It's hard work, your hands are so beautiful." Arturia praised with a smile, her admiration for beauty was undisguised, making it natural to praise a man's hands.

But he acted as if he didn't hear her at all, he just looked at her directly, his eyes were so complicated that he couldn't recognize the emotions.

He lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "This is a new cake, it is easy to deform, let me put it on the plate for you."

Artoria: "Okay, then, please come in."

He entered the living room, and briefly exchanged glances with Moriarty who was standing by the sofa. He placed the box on the long table and carefully unpacked it, but Moriarty frowned.

what happened?

Where did the man with the gun on his body and the bomb strapped around his waist go?He should have hit the blond girl with a dick, shouldn't he?

This is really bad.

Moriarty was good at disguising, but he was impatient with disguising it. One moment he was willing to pretend to be a mathematics professor interviewing students with decent appearance, but the next moment he just wanted to blow up those useless subordinates into fireworks.

This time, before he had an attack, the closed door was knocked open, and someone broke in with a gun: "fbi!"

The delivery boy subconsciously blocked Arturia behind him.

Rhett who broke in: "Don't touch her, put your hands up."

5 minute later.

"I have to tell you that this delivery boy is an ordinary citizen of England." Al said gloatingly.

Under the indifferent gaze of the delivery boy, Reid blushed and opened the handcuffs.

"I'm really, really sorry."

"It's okay." He moved his wrist and looked at Rhett. "I just have something to ask you."

He took away the two FBIs, leaving Arturia and Moriarty in the room.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen," Arturia was not good at handling such emergencies, and she didn't know whether to continue the interview or follow up to see, "Professor Moriarty?"

"What a dramatic day, isn't it? Pendragon," Moriarty sighed inexplicably, "I have already understood your situation, and there is only one last question, what is the reason for choosing Columbia."

This sentence means that Moriarty will continue to pretend.

Arturia answered without thinking: "Does Professor Moriarty know what Columbia's school motto is?"

"in the light shall we see light?"

"Yes! With your light, I can see the light!"

Her eyes were bright, shining with hopes for the future, the world, and everything. Then she noticed Moriarty's interested gaze and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Just like you are the teacher and the light of the students, I also hope that one day I can be the light of others and let them see the light."

"..."

"professor?"

"Now, let me congratulate you on becoming a member of Columbia University."

"Eh? No admission notice yet..."

"Believe me, honey, it will happen sooner or later."

On the other side, the delivery boy and two FBIs were standing in an alley outside the villa. There was a huge trash can there. He lifted the lid and walked aside.

Al walked over and saw that it was the fugitive she had seen on the surveillance.

Al: "..."

Rhett: "..."

"When I came here, he attacked from behind. I subdued him and put him here." He seemed to be unable to feel the chaotic mood of the two FBIs, and stated calmly.

"Oh my God."

As the FBI who personally arrested this gangster and got a good reputation, Al is now doubting her life. Although she is a woman, her fighting class scores are among the best, and it is no problem to knock down a grown man. Prisoners almost died, let alone others.

But this delivery boy!

He subdued him unscathed!

#I may be a fake fbi#

#master in folk series#

"You should call the police immediately." Al looked dazed.

"I know, but," he looked at Arturia who had sent Moriarty away and appeared at the entrance of the alley, her ordinary face became soft and vivid with a smile, "we can't keep the guests waiting."

Rhett El: "..."

I am convinced by this reason.

A clear stream in the American food delivery industry.

"Please go back with us and make a record. Let me introduce you, Al, Al Greenover. This is Spencer Reid."

He was silent for a while, as if it was extremely difficult to say his name.

"Gareth."

Al should have stayed to protect Artoria. After all, no one has been caught, the danger has not been ruled out, and it is easier for people of the same sex to talk.But she had a good impression of Gareth, so she asked Rhett to stay and protect Artoria, and she took Gareth to take notes.

"Please Rhett, I owe you a favor."

Rhett: "..."

He watched his little friend drive away in the car with a blank expression.

"I don't need protection. If you need you over there, just go."

The clean and pleasant voice caught his attention. He lowered his head and met the girl's gentle eyes.

"Looking at Gideon's hard work, I can see how busy you are."

Not a difficult one to deal with...

Rhett breathed a sigh of relief, although he also wanted to return to the position he was good at, but thinking of the scene where Gideon tore Bau with his bare hands if something happened to her, he decided to stay.

The two entered the room, and Arturia asked him to sit down.

"Mr. Rhett is really tall."

It is not very convenient to speak like that, and you have to look up.

Reid listened to the girl's praise, fell silent for a moment and began to jump up the data: "Did you know? The relevant data shows that the world's leading position in height of Americans has become a thing of the past. Third and fourth dropped to 100th and 37nd globally this year."

Artoria tilted her head in doubt, and Rhett glanced at the dumb hair that followed her movements, and said solemnly: "I am 24 years old, six feet one inch, and I am a very standard height. You this year, Five feet one inch, it is recommended to drink more milk."

It seems to be crushed.

However, the person who said this was simply reporting the data and using scientific cold jokes to express friendship.

"When I was 15 years old, nothing changed, and it will remain the same in the future." Artoria said with a smile, bringing over the cake that Gareth had placed.

"Come and eat cake, do you like sweets?"

Rhett loves nougat and doesn't dislike cake, especially when it looks so good.

Artoria could see his hesitation and restraint, so she just smiled slightly, her eyes were as moving as the green lake water, "I got a verbal guarantee from the interviewer today, can you please celebrate for me?"