CM Criminal Minds: Candy Queen's Chef Knight

?Coincidencesseemtobethesourceforsomeofourgreatestirrationalities.--JoshTenenbaum

Josh Trenbaum (MIT cognitivescientist): Coincidence seems to be at the root of our biggest mistakes.

If this were a fairy tale, the ending would be:

From then on, Adolfo and Garcia lived a happy life.

But in reality, they didn't spend that much time together when crime was rampant.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and whenever dense crimes turned into piles of case materials and flowed into BAU, Adolf could vaguely feel that the details of some cases were so familiar that they turned into a dense net, slowly surrounding him.

It’s like a person sitting in the dark, operating slowly, using the life like the sea, saying to him: “Hello, Adolf.”

Just casually greet him with this and wait for his response.

"If this is really the case, it would be too cruel." Adolf looked at the photo in his hand sadly. This was a recent photo of a victim that made him feel inexplicably familiar.

A tiny girl in a delicate and lovely wedding dress, her father, in a suit, looks down tenderly at the camera.

Such a family, such a beautiful father and daughter.

All because of him.

Shall I… tell the rest of the BAU?

"Samuel, what are you thinking?" Garcia supported his waist and was led by the nurse to sit on the soft sofa, looking at Adolf.

He would not hide anything from Garcia, but Garcia was five months pregnant.

"It's a secret." Adolf smiled innocently.But never cheat, if not fully inform him.

Although sometimes it hurts more.

Garcia's smile faded slightly, with a gentle charm that belonged to his mother: "Well, let's eat."

In the past few days, the meals at the famous chef's house are very lackluster, because Garcia insists on eating nutritious meals, which only pay attention to nutrition and do not pay attention to taste at all.

Although Adolf had a good knowledge of nutrition, he was not a professional after all. According to Garcia's opinion, they still found a nurse.

"Samuel," Garcia looked at Adolf eating a nutritious meal with disgust on his face, and laughed, "You can cook for yourself!"

"I don't want to do it." Originally, Adolf had an instinctive love for cooking. Humans like fresh air. However, Garcia was eating a nutritious meal, and he would never eat steak by himself.

Not in the spirit of a gentleman, nor is it a man's responsibility.

But in line with the love for Garcia, and a tenderness.

"I don't ask." After eating, looking at Adolf, Garcia said suddenly, "I believe you."

Adolf looked at her quietly, did not speak, did not even smile.

There is only a gentleness that has sunk into the bones, as gentle as the softest wind.

In the quiet atmosphere, only those who love each other will not be embarrassed.

The nurse said softly, "It's time for Ms. Garcia to have a massage. Sir, do you still want to watch today?"

Pregnant people will have edema, and senior nurses have massage skills.

But the nurses have a break, so Adolf asked to observe and study.

Adolf shook his head: "No, I've already learned, you can go directly to give my wife a massage."

The nurse barely concealed his disappointment in his eyes, but the increasingly experienced detective Adolf found something. He smiled slightly: "Take good care of my wife and be serious."

Retreating into a corner where Adolfo and Garcia could not see for the time being, she took off her glasses with difficulty concealing her disappointment, revealing her beautiful girlish face despite careful grooming: "It turns out that this is the most difficult task. If I had known earlier, I would rather kill someone." go!"

"Damn Garcia." She frowned and put on her thick glasses again, "I'll kill you when I finish the mission."

She made a gesture of holding a gun with her fingers, and gestured murderously.

Even the deeply hidden eyes revealed a cold murderous look.

Garcia quietly hid himself, and quietly returned to the soft stool in the room.

She showed a sly smile and thought slightly distressed: If she told Samuel, would she be given a gentle slap on the head?

But if she told him later, she would definitely be looked at her with a helpless and angry look, and then she would carefully raise her hand to admit her mistake under this powerless reproach.

He will definitely show familiar tenderness: "Garcia, stop making trouble."

Complaining sweetly to Adolf in her heart, she looked at the nurse who entered the door, and smiled nonchalantly, "Anna, call your husband over, I have something to ask him."

The nurse, whose pseudonym was Anna, was alarmed. She knelt down and rubbed Garcia's swollen legs: "Ma'am, what can you do with Mr.?"

"I want him to read stories to the baby." Garcia said with a smile, "By the way, you can bring a new storybook by the way, in French."

"Do you know French?" Garcia added calmly.

After quietly examining Garcia, she breathed a sigh of relief. She never wanted to give up the mission until the last moment, which was embarrassing.

"Ma'am, I don't know you." She was very sincere, and she was telling the truth.

"Then just take any short English story." Garcia sat there and said lightly.There is no contempt, no particle words, but "Anna" just felt a sense of contempt from above, and felt suffocated in her heart, but her perfect acting skills made her show a clumsy and concealed sadness.

Seeing her withdrawing completely, Garcia's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled secretly with his crooked eyes.

"You said Garcia asked me to read short stories to the baby?" Adolf asked softly.

"Anna" handed him the storybook and said "Yes."

A smile flickered across Adolf's eyes, he looked at Anna calmly, and smiled at her.

That's fine, no guns.

When "Anna" turned around unprepared, her hands were tied, and Adolf's cold voice came from beside her ear: "You are under arrest, Miss Killer."

Her face became tired: "Why? How did you see it?"

Actually no longer sophistry.

"Garcia won't let me read English stories to the baby," explained Adolfo kindly, "she wants the baby to be a French lady."

"What if I take French?"

"Then I suspect you too."

Adolf handcuffed her with the handcuffs Garcia handed over: "You have been at my house for so long, when did Garcia ask you to come to me alone, she clearly knows that you like me."

"Anna" closed her eyes in peace.

Garcia was on the phone: "Morgan, dear..., uh, Agent Morgan, we have caught a suspect, come to my house."

Adolf kissed Garcia's forehead "Bo'er" and said, "Good boy."

The author has something to say: "Anna" who didn't even have a name after being out once, uh, who told you that you were unlucky?

Late update, bow down?

☆、The married man refuses the bar

?It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it. --John Wooden

John Wooden (a legendary American college basketball coach who once coached UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles) and won 1967 consecutive NCAA (National College Athletic League) men's basketball championships from 1973 to 7): Who did not start well? What matters, what matters is who finishes the race.

Adolf looked at the traffic light, and then looked down at his watch, feeling a little impatient. The caregiver who called himself "Anna" had reached an impasse in the review. As the person who arrested her, he had to cooperate with the investigation.

It's the FBI's investigation, not the BAU's.That would make him very upset.He clearly knew how jealous those former colleagues were of him, and he couldn't handle it for a few days after going back and forth like this.

As soon as the green light came on, Adolf took a step and walked towards the FBI headquarters opposite.

A huge blue truck ran straight towards him. Adolf judged the distance from left to right and was about to jump away when a childish voice sounded: "Be careful."

Feeling a huge thrust, he didn't have time to turn around when he saw the truck barely stopped.

Then Angel behind her showed an embarrassed expression.

"Anna" in the interrogation room slowly stroked her beautiful outline with her pale fingers, proudly: "Why didn't you fall into my hands? This is the end."

Adolf turned around, picked up Angel, who was still in shock, and quickly left the sidewalk, then gently put her on the ground, and said worriedly, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head hesitantly, her dark pupils were almost as clear as the sky.

At this moment, Adolf knew why Professor An Jie said she was blonde.Because those eyes are too clear, too pure, as warm and soft as a bay of clear water and a handful of air.

I wonder if my future daughter will look like this!

"An Qier, what are you doing here?" Adolf asked after buying a cup of marshmallow cocoa for Angel downstairs, "What's the matter?"

"Well, big brother," Angel said numbly, "Sister, she asked me to send you an invitation letter for a banquet."

"It will be my coming-of-age ceremony in a few days." She said shyly, "This is an invitation letter for you. My sister said that if your wife is not convenient to come, she can be your female companion."

According to the last analysis and investigation of the victim, she is not a shy and cowardly person!Adolf wondered secretly, but some people just take it easy.

After receiving the invitation and saying that he would definitely be there, Adolf turned around and went upstairs.

Angel smiled innocently, as pure as an angel, and took a sip of the sweet cocoa, feeling cold in her heart: Anna, that idiot, does she think that the only way to gain trust is to gain love?The innocent little face was blinded for nothing.

She raised her glass and winked at the owner of the beverage store.After seeing the other party nodding, he got into a taxi and left in a hurry.

Morgan looked at Adolf who was walking in a hurry: "Don't worry, buddies, Anna is in the interrogation room, you can go over now."

"Didn't you mean the FBI?"

"JJ is everything." Morgan exaggerated.

Seeing the black-haired strange female detective clearing the table next to his seat, Adolf asked, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Emily, new agent, please give me your advice."

For some reason, Adolf always felt that something was wrong, probably due to the editing of American dramas, he always felt that Emily should have appeared not long after Elle left!

"Welcome." After exchanging casual greetings, Adolf took the notebook and entered the interrogation room.

The interrogation of "Anna" has hardly progressed these days.

She only answered limited questions, others were either silent or smiling.

"Anna," Adolf pushed open the door and said gently, "may I sit down?"

"Of course, sir," said Anna.

"Why did you sneak into my house, can you explain this question?"

A man in a suit and leather shoes came in through the door: "Excuse me, Mr. Adolf, my client can't answer any of your questions right now."

acquaintance!I happened to know each other, my former classmate in the law department.

"In the name of the victim, I am just asking questions about the unknown lady who broke into my house illegally." Adolf said, "As for these questions, I think as a victim, I should have the right to know!"

Lawyer is Adolf's specialty!

After arguing with an elite-looking person for a long time, Adolf asked some more questions, and then left.

Just as I was sitting in my seat, a text message came from my phone.

Anderson: See you at the bar tonight, let Jason treat you, I heard he sent an FBI?

Adolf: Married men refuse bars. Also, don't say this to Jason, you will be blocked by him who values ​​sex and despises friends.

Morgan came over: "Whoa, that's not a good situation."

Adolf said calmly: "Anna was released on bail?"

"How do you know," Morgan asked, "aren't you worried?"

Adolf said: "I don't know how to make friends! I even know what her lawyer said."

Looking at Adolf with a helpless expression, Morgan asked interestingly, "Tell me about it."

"Our client just pretended to sneak into his house out of admiration for the hostess. What he said to the hostess was nothing more than a child's rebellion and youthful vigor." Adolf said calmly, "Although It can't be exactly the same, but he must have said so!"

"how do you know?"

"Because that guy is not good at defending against burglary. I taught him how to talk about it." Adolf showed a heartbroken expression.

Do it yourself!

Morgan showed a big smile: "It's okay, she can't do anything to Garcia, I really laughed to death."

Adolf had known for a long time that Morgan would not let this stalk go easily, and his expression was calm.

It's just that Emily, who has always been the most careful and gentle in BAU, also burst out laughing.

Adolf suddenly felt a deeper feeling of lovelessness and carelessness in making friends.

"Forget it, let's leave this topic alone!" Adolf said, "There will be a small vacation in a few days, how do you plan to spend it?"

"Beach, bikini, waves." Morgan said a few key words.

Looking at Emily who was silently acting as an invisible person, Adolf asked, "Emily, what about you?"

Emily was flattered: "Me? I'll probably go to the bar!"

"What about you? Agent Adolf."

Morgan pouted: "This guy must be at home with his wife! What else can he do?"

Adolf, whose wife-slave attributes are well known to everyone: "..."

Talk nonsense.

In fact, he was just... worried about Garcia's safety [[-] words omitted here]... That's right.

The author has something to say: the first update,,, the code word ing?