[Zongyingmi] If you are willing to grow up with me

No matter how wise and reasonable the choice is, no one can know whether it is right or wrong until the result comes out.In the end, all we are allowed to do is to firmly believe in that choice and try not to regret it. ——"Attack on Titan"

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Kuaiyin said that he came to Los Angeles to meet his idol.

He pointed to a small young man standing outside the cordon not far away, saying that was his idol.

Eleven is a little curious, you know, everyone in the Fulian has always been regarded as an idol by others.

The little man was called Jonny, and he was a cartoonist.He has read every one of his comics Quicksilver, and he is a veritable die-hard fan.

I’m not surprised to hear this eleven. I used to see Kuaiyin holding comics in the Avengers Building.She was also curious and flipped through two books, but she didn't remember anything.

But that Johnny looked dazed and restless, a little weird.

"Then why did you and your idol come to the scene of the crime?" Eleven asked.

Kuaiyin said that there was a fan meeting for Jonny’s idol this morning. He came from New York to meet him, but the idol was late. He and a group of hungry (?) fans waited for several hours. As soon as the idol appeared, he turned around and ran away with a ghostly expression on his face.

Fortunately, when it comes to running, no one in this world can run faster than him.

So, Kuaiyin chased after him in a gust of wind, and successfully got the idol's signature and group photo.

"I even saved his life!" Kuaiyin stroked his beautiful silver hair and said triumphantly.

The idol ran blindly without looking at the road and was almost hit by a car. If he hadn't stepped forward, the FBI might have collected an extra corpse by now.

When Eleven was talking to Kuaiyin, Reid and Morgan waited by and did not disturb.

Until Morgan answered a call, hung up, and said to Eleven: "We should go."

Eleven turned to look at Kuaiyin: "Follow me to the Los Angeles Police Department, we have a case to investigate." You said excitedly, "I'm the FBI now!"

Kuaiyin smiled: "Haven't you always been?"

Eleven said, "It's different now. Are you going?!"

Kuaiyin took a look at her big beautiful eyes, then looked away again, glanced to the side, and suddenly said, "Hey! Where's my idol?"

Eleven heard the sound and saw that the cartoonist had indeed disappeared.But who cares about this.

Uh, Quicksilver cares.A gust of wind went after it.

Eleven frowned in disgust: "Childish!"

Then he turned his head and held Reid's hand with a smile, his upturned face was white and transparent under the sun. "let's go!"

LAPD.

Dozens of photos of the crime scene and various victims were posted on the snow-white information boards.Each one is bloody and brutal, making it unbearable to look directly at.

Eleven The crime scene they just inspected was the sixth crime committed by the unknown suspect.In the first five cases, there was a single victim, and the latest one killed two people in a row.

The Los Angeles Police Department has never applied for BAU assistance because all the dead are gang members, and the anti-mafia group has always treated it as a gang vendetta.Until the murderer's level of violence escalated again.

Based on the first five homicides and the investigation of the last crime scene, BAU can give a partial profile of the suspect.

The victims are all young and strong gangsters, so the murderer is not too old, otherwise he probably won't live to commit so many crimes, and he can't be too young.Probably between 25-35 years old.

Each victim had more than one fatal wound, and there were obvious excessive injuries. It can be seen that the murderer was indeed brutal and angry.

Eleven stared at the photos on the information board. Although the scene of the last crime was washed away by heavy rain, the first five incidents were all sunny and sunny, so the blood splattered on the wall was the place where the deceased died. The traces of struggling and crawling on the ground were all completely captured in the photo.

Every crime scene is a mess, and it can be inferred that the suspect has obvious signs of mental breakdown.

But Eleven was interested in why the suspect insisted on using two knives?

If there are knights in this era, it's justified.However, it may not be true, after all, the variety of species in this era is really unimaginable.

But there is no solution to this question at present, and it is uncertain whether it has anything to do with the case.

Averting her eyes from the brutal photos, she saw Red analyzing the suspect's location on an expanded local map.Sometimes he frowns and thinks, sometimes writes and draws quickly on the map and paper, and occasionally stops to mutter to the map.

Eleven didn't think it was weird, but thought his appearance was extremely cute.

She skipped over without disturbing him, took a piece of colored note paper and wrote on it for fun.

After a while, Reid put down his pen and raised his head from the map where he buried his head.Several locations have been marked with red pens on the map, and there are sticky notes beside them, which are extremely clear and eye-catching.

Seeing that he was finally done with his work on Shishi, he immediately stood at attention, slapped his forehead with his palm, and pasted the note on his forehead in a funny way.The little head stuck out in front of him.

He didn't speak, and stared at him with a pair of big eyes.

Rhett looked at the light blue sticky note on her forehead, and a warm smile spread over the corners of her lips.

Eleven likes his smile the most.The faint smile lines on his lips often reminded her of the clouds floating quietly above the Immortal Valley.

The note on her forehead read: Eleven loves Rhett.

There are also two little people drawn next to it, a little boy and a little girl holding hands. Although simple and childish, they are also childlike and cute.

Rhett also didn't speak. He lowered his head and took a note from the table, wrote two strokes hastily, then turned to face her, pursed the corners of his delicate lips, and imitated her and pressed the note on his forehead.

Although such a thing is a little childish, but if she is happy——

Eleven was of course very happy, and he was so happy that he ran over with a "crack", wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

Another note read: Rhett likes Eleven too...

Eleven is in a very good mood.

Although Reid had said that he liked her once before, who would be too many to be confessed by someone he likes?

It turns out that this is the feeling of liking someone. When you see someone, you want to touch them. After you touch them, you want to hug them. When you hold them, you want to kiss them.My heart is like boiling water, gurgling and bubbling with warm and hot bubbles.

As a result, when she met Kuaiyin again in the afternoon, the smile on her face was even sweeter than when the two met for the first time in the morning.

The sun is grabbing the tip of the last bit of summer's tail, shining brightly above the head.

Eleven is standing on the street with the BAU team and blindly watching.Of course, it was her who was blind.This area was circled by Reed after conducting geographic profiling. It is located in the geographic center of several crime scenes, and it is likely that the suspect's residence is nearby.

When Kuaiyin appeared, Eleven was holding Rhett's hand, not wanting to let go.

Seeing the silver-haired boy blowing in another gust of wind, she was greatly surprised: "Why did you pop up again?"

Kuaiyin glanced at the clasped hands of the two, and stammered, "My idol... lives nearby." He pointed to an apartment building diagonally opposite.

Rhett glanced at him, but said nothing.

Eleven nodded, she had never been a celebrity, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with chasing stars and people.Besides, with an existence like Kuaiyin, it is safe to go anywhere.

Eleven was about to ask him when he would return to New York, when Kuaiyin suddenly said, "My idol said his girlfriend was missing, aren't you the FBI? Can you help me find it?"

This was the first time someone called her for help because of her status as the FBI, and Eleven immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, yes! That's great!"

It wasn't until the sun slowly set behind the rugged San Gabriel Mountains, and the sky was reflected in a deep red, that the BAU and the Los Angeles Police Department patrolled the nearby area.

Eleven and Kuaiyin walked together in the direction of his cartoonist idol.

In the cool night breeze that gradually faded away, Kuaiyin asked Eleven: "Are you happy now?"

Eleven said: "Happy! How are you all? How is Wanda? And Stark, Natasha, Steve, Barton, how are you all?"

The street trees on both sides of the road reflected some vague outlines in the gradually dimming light.

This block is far away from the busy city, and most of the street lamps on the roadside have been smashed, and there are more dim lights than bright ones.

Kuaiyin lowered his head in the dark street, his beautiful silver hair also drooped down, but his voice still sounded happy.He said: "Everyone is doing well!"

Eleven kicked his leg and squinted at him: "Reunion has been quite busy recently! Does the captain know that you came to Los Angeles to meet your idol?"

Quicksilver: "Uh..."

Eleven originally thought that investigating a disappearance case would at least be much easier than the serial murders that BAU encountered.

But when he called Garcia and asked her to look up the information about the cartoonist Jonny McHale's girlfriend, the information she got was extremely rich.

First of all, Garcia is actually a fan of Johnny.Eleven thought, when the case was over, maybe she should also buy a copy of Johnny's comics.

Second, Jonny's girlfriend was named Vicky, and she wasn't missing, she was dead.

Finally, when the tragedy happened, Jonny was with his girlfriend, Vicky was raped and killed, Jonny was hacked more than a dozen times, and survived miraculously.But after recovering and being discharged from the hospital, none of the murderers could be identified.

Typical PTSD.

"Eleven," Garcia stared at a search result on the computer screen, and suddenly lowered his voice, "Vicky was...pregnant when she died."

It's really miserable.

Hanging up the phone, Eleven elbowed Kuaiyin: "Your idol fits the criminal profile of our case."

It can't be him, that's too coincidental.

Kuaiyin said, "You'll know if you go and have a look."

Holding Eleven's shoulders, a gust of wind blows to the third floor.

Eleven knocked on the door politely.Well, it's the FBI now, and of course you can't do things that don't fit your status like breaking a window.

But after waiting for a long time, no one came to answer the door.Eleven turned to look at Kuaiyin.

There was another gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, "Click!" The door opened, and Kuaiyin stood in the room waiting for her to come in.

Although Rhett's geographic profile was accurate to the three nearby blocks, most of the neighborhoods are single apartments, with frequent renting and a large number of temporary residents, so it was difficult for Garcia to investigate.

Unexpectedly, a Kuaiyin dropped from the sky and instantly narrowed down the suspect to such a precise level.

Johnny's residence is also an ordinary bachelor's apartment.Just as Eleven was about to lift his feet to walk in, he found that the room looked like it had been blown by a typhoon, with tables and chairs turned upside down and a mess.

Next to Kuaiyin’s feet was a comic sketch. Eleven picked it up to read, walked two steps forward and picked up another one. After picking up three or four in a row, Eleven looked at Kuaiyin with sparkling eyes, and said excitedly, “I want to We found the murderer!"