[Criminal Minds] years before love

Rossi entered the church with considerable caution, given the unpleasant experience of entering similar places in recent times.

"It doesn't look like a problem." His companion followed and looked around.

This is just a small chapel, the place is not big, it is not a weekend, and there are not many people.Rows of chairs, hanging crosses, it looks like an ordinary church, and the side door of the corridor against the wall seems to be able to see the spiral stairs up and down.

Rossi walked over there warily when a young priest called them back.

"Hi guys, sorry that's not a public area."

Rossi turned his head and looked at him, young man, dressed in a meticulous manner, with a metal cross hanging from his chest. Rossi frowned, and swept quickly over his hands and ankles.

"FBI." Then he showed his ID.

There was a moment of panic in the eyes of the other party, but he quickly calmed down, "What's the matter?"

Rossi narrowed his eyes, "You tell me."

"D□□id?" His companion hesitated.

"People who work for God don't fear the police." Rossi stared at the young pastor. "And this is expensive, your jewelry."

The other party tightened the lining of the robe, "I'm just a little surprised, of course you didn't come to pray."

"No." Rossi's gaze stayed on the stairs, "I'm more interested in another service you provide here than prayer."

"No, I don't know what you're talking about." The young man barely maintained his composure.

"That's not what your wrist says." Rossi shook her head.

And another FBI has pushed him downstairs.

"You can't break in like this!" The young man was shocked and wanted to pull him in a hurry.

"Actually, we have an FBI agent missing. I guess he can find countless reasons to let himself in." Rossi was not in a hurry, and said slowly behind him, "Young man, I suggest you cooperate."

"What?" The other party turned around abruptly, "Missing?"

"I guess some people in your club have been missing for a while." Rossi raised an eyebrow.

"But that's normal—I don't have a club." The pastor responded halfway through his muttering, and flatly denied it.

Rossi put his hand on his shoulder, "Yes, these people always do this, disappear for a while, then can't bear their own desires, come to you again, and then disappear again. Not honest, not sincere, that's not what you want .”

The young priest backed away in a panic, grabbing the railing before falling.

"D□□id, ask him to come down and open the door." After a few metal crashes, the voice came from downstairs.

"Young people?"

"This, this is not illegal." He looked almost desperately.

Rossi chuckled, "If you mean church clubs, your god won't be too happy, but yes, it's not illegal. But boy, as I said, we have an FBI agent missing, Involved in more than one murder case at the same time. If you really know the law of the world, and you are sure that you are not breaking the law, you better cooperate so that you don't make yourself suffer."

He moved closer, without lowering his voice, "Son, I promise it's totally different from what you usually do."

And the young man in front of him was almost trembling.

"Go and open the door." Rossi pointed downstairs.

The pastor staggered down, Rossi waited for two seconds, turned his head to look and followed.

The metal door was pushed open, and it was clear that this basement had nothing to do with the punishment sought by self-abuse in the usual sense of religious precepts.No one could have expected such a luxurious and sex-filled place under such a solemn and simple building.

Whips of various lengths and materials, restraints, special chairs and beds, and other implements.

"What about people?"

"What? No! It's daytime!" The young pastor almost collapsed, "I don't do this during the daytime!"

"Don't worry. It's not him." Rossi held down his companion, and he reached out to stroke the hanging whip. "Young man, do you want to talk here, or come back with us?"

"What exactly do you want to know?"

The impatient senior agent glared at him, "Your list."

"They don't use their real names. As part of their secrecy."

Rossi took out Green's photo from his pocket and handed it over, the young man's eyes widened instantly.

Rossi narrowed his eyes. "You know him."

"No, no, I don't know where he is!" The priest shook his head desperately, "He is not my customer. He is... our trainer!"