i think my neighbor is gay

We parked farther away for concealment, making sure she couldn't see it from the house, and crouched shivering behind a bush of flowers at her neighbor's house.

Damn it... I was thinking about interesting things, but I didn't expect that it's not spring yet, it's so cold at night, and Reid doesn't wear much, I can only hug his arms and squat next to him Shaking, Reid looked like he was about to take off his coat for me, so I quickly held his hand.

Although this is very manly and boyfriend, it’s true, but Reid has such a small body, if I take off my clothes in the cold wind today, I may wake up with a cold tomorrow, and the arm I hold him is not particularly cold!

We didn't wait for a long time, and soon a car drove out of the lady's garage, and passed us quickly. The lady who was crying.

Reid and I hurried back to the car, and I sat in the driver's seat spontaneously. After all, Reid doesn't usually drive, so it's better to leave it to me at this time.

We followed that black private car carefully. She drove fast and slow, as if hesitating a bit. I could only drive at this strange speed after following.

After she drove like this for a while, she suddenly accelerated the speed. I quickly stepped on the accelerator and followed. There was a traffic light in the middle, and I finally resorted to the speed of drag racing. Fortunately, I didn’t lose track in the end. Reid was quiet Sitting quietly in the co-pilot did not raise any protests against my obviously exceeding the prescribed speed.

We almost drove from the upper right corner of the area circled by reid to the lower left corner. The journey is a bit long. No wonder the places where the bodies of the five victims were abandoned are also far apart.

Reid's geographical guess is really very accurate.

The house the lady lived in just now is considered to be in a relatively good location, and this place belongs to the old city. Women are pulling business around.

I parked around the corner to make sure the lady wouldn't notice our car, called them while Reid was in the car and they should be on their way.

"So should we go down now or sit here and wait for them to come?" I was already a little eager to try, but I still asked Reid, he looked at me and said, smiling and frowning habitually: "Didn't you come here a long time ago?" Do you have an answer? Why are you still asking me?"

"What about your choice?" I put my hand on the buckle of the seat belt, and I couldn't wait to jump out of the car and take risks. Reid quickly released his seat belt, opened the door and walked out, closing the door He turned his head and glanced at me: "Does that matter?"

It seems that the last encounter did not leave a psychological shadow on Reid, which is a good thing... But Reid's adventurous spirit is too strong, if I am not there, he will choose to take risks again!

I got out of the car both thankfully and distressed, put the keys in my pocket, and followed Reid towards the house, squatting and trotting towards the house. When there was still some distance away, I asked in a low voice: "You didn't let me stay?" Don't move where you are?"

"Of course I said it." Reid pulled out the gun and held it in his hand, holding the gun body with both hands, the muzzle of the gun facing down. This action seemed to be decent, and then we slowly approached the house, and he turned his head Lai made a gesture of silence to me, I nodded to him, thought for a while, and took out the gun and flashlight in my hand.

He bent down, approached the door under the cover of the plants at the door of the house, and observed the movement. I looked around carefully, afraid that someone would appear here at this moment, and then yell at us to interrupt Our actions——When we were in class at the FBI Academy, the teacher actually told us a case of failure because of this.

We didn't encounter any emergencies, Reid turned around and nodded to me, so we straightened up and walked into the house carefully together, I wanted to pull Reid behind me, after all, we were not wearing body armor, Obviously I'm much safer than him, but Reid didn't agree. I thought about it and thought standing behind could cover him, so I didn't insist.

After all, we are in the secret side now, so that woman should be caught off guard.

The house looks dilapidated from the outside, but it has a lot of space inside. We walked around a few turns and came to a staircase, which seemed to be the staircase leading to the basement. The wooden door looks quite thick, as if it was just installed in the past two days, it is very new.

We glanced at each other and checked the upstairs before returning to the door. No one was found anywhere else in the house. Obviously the woman just now was down here.

At this time, it was my turn to act. I put the gun back into the back of my trousers, moved my wrist, and walked forward two steps eagerly. This door in front of you, and hold it carefully so that it does not fall.

After cutting it off, I found out that the wood of the door is made of iron, and the door lock is not as simple as we thought. If we just chose to open the lock, I am afraid that the people below will have noticed it by now.

Reid put the cut door panel aside, and walked down with me, gun in hand.

Below is a very ordinary basement, not the kind of dark basement specially used for storage, it seems that people are often active, but the lights are not turned on now, so the light is very dark.

As soon as we walked down, we heard crying, and heard the voice of a little boy, coming from a room, I looked at Reid, and he gave me a look, and we slowly approached that room together.

There was a ray of light in the door of that room, which was very obvious in the darkness. We heard the unsub's voice when we got close. She said softly, "Shh, shhh, don't cry, my baby."

This voice really made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. This is indeed a mental patient, but when I was talking to her just now, I really didn't notice it at all!I really didn't see anything wrong except that she was getting too emotional.

We slowly approached that room, and heard another child crying from inside, and the unsub voice was still very gentle: "Shh, don't cry, I'm cutting your nails, your nails are too long, really A child who doesn't like to be clean."

"I don't want you to cut your nails!" A child yelled while crying, and the unsub's voice was already a little irritated: "Don't move, or I won't like you——I told you not to move!"

She screamed angrily, and the next moment, the child screamed, and the other child's crying stopped, and then it quickly became louder. Obviously something happened, we quickly quickened our pace, screwed He opened the door handle and rushed in.

Reid was in front of me, and he pointed the gun at Unsub with both hands, and Reid and I staggered, stared at Unsub and said, "FBI, put your hands up where we can see them."

A child was sitting in front of her—or a child was tied to the chair in front of her. The boy's waist was tied tightly to the chair with ropes, his feet were tied to the legs of the chair, but his hands were not. tie.

It's just that his right hand is full of blood now, and a fingernail is turned up high. It hurts just looking at it. Unsub holds a small pliers in his hand, which is stained with blood. She followed my gaze and saw it. The pliers in his hand were thrown aside in panic, and then he stared at the little boy's bleeding hand and shouted: "God! How could I do such a thing! God!"

The medicine box was right by her hand, and she quickly dug out the first aid kit from the box, and she applied iodine on the little boy's hand, crying as she applied it: "Oh my God, little Tony, you Does it hurt? Mom didn't mean it."

She cried very sadly, her hands holding the little boy were trembling, as if the injury in front of her was not caused by her at all. This is the first time I have faced such a mental patient, and I didn’t know whether to respond or not. She should be prevented from healing the wound.

The poor little boy didn't even dare to speak now, he could only cry silently, the injured hand didn't dare to withdraw from Unsub's hand, Reid said: "Ry, turn around slowly, and then raise your hand."

Unsub acted as if he hadn't heard, and carefully applied the medicine to the little boy. Reid approached her vigilantly with a gun, and I followed suit. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Unsub's head and did not move away.

Just when Reid took out the handcuffs from behind and was about to handcuff Unsub, Unsub, who was calm just now, suddenly became violent again: "No! You are not my child! Where is my little Tony!"

She took the scissors out of the medicine chest, and as soon as she held it up, I shot.

The marksmanship in the fbi academy is not for nothing, and I have supernatural powers, so I don’t feel particularly nervous when encountering such things, so my marksmanship is fairly accurate, at least this time I successfully shot her in the arm, The scissors in her hand fell aside.

When Reid handcuffed her, she didn't resist, she just cried silently: "My Tony... Mom misses you so much..."

I quickly untied the little boy on the chair. He was crying and looked very pitiful. I recognized him as the child who was reported missing at noon yesterday, and the child who disappeared at noon today was locked up by her. In the large pet cage in the corner of the room, a lock was hung outside the cage, and he was crying in the corner of the cage, his voice hoarse.

The key was placed on top of the TV in the room, and I realized that animation was still playing on the TV, but it was obviously impossible for anyone in the room to watch it.

I couldn't help but look at the unsub who had been handcuffed again. Her eyes were empty and her expression was desperate, as if there was nothing left to miss in this world. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked very haggard. The case that she brought made people feel sympathetic and hateful at the same time.