[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

One must have a sense of responsibility.You are from the military and a captain, so I think I won't say much. "

Lucia felt that she couldn't turn around again: what does this sense of responsibility have to do with it? @[email protected]# She was too lazy to talk to Strauss: "Yes, sir, since I am in BAU, I will show my sincerity."

Strauss dragged her brainwashed for a long time before letting her go.

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Returning to Quantico for the first case officially entering BAU after applying for a card in San Monie, Lucia sat alone at her desk and flipped through the files repeatedly.

In order to prove himself, a young man whose grandfather, father, and himself were firefighters for three generations rushed into the fire scene to rescue homeless people without taking any protective measures. While he was successful, he also sacrificed his health—he was infected with drug-resistant tuberculosis.So he blamed others and began to murder beggars and entertainers, thinking that he was cleaning up garbage for the society.

After finishing the report, Hotch came down from upstairs and saw that she was still there. He was a little surprised: "Not leaving yet? Will you go back with me?"

—the two lived on the same street, and Lucia's apartment was closer to Quantico's headquarters than his.

"No, I'll take a while, thank you." Lucia looked up at him when she heard his voice, and smiled at him.

"Then be careful on your own."

Lucia squinted her eyes with a smile: "I'm an FBI, sir."

Hotch smiled unconsciously, and raised his hand to ruffle her hair: "You are too young, I always think you are like my daughter."

"Hey, I don't like hearing you say that." Lucia gave him a sideways look.

Hotch smiled even wider, showing his white teeth: "Then I'll go first, good night."

"Good night. Say hello to Haley and Jack for me." Hotch's expression was like a slow-motion replay, and the corners of his raised mouth slowly fell: "Haley... is gone."

Lucia straightened up in disbelief, her eyes widening.

Hotch smiled reluctantly, and patted her on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's over."

Lucia puts a hand on his shoulder, "Sorry...but you still have great friends."

Hotch nodded, "Good night."

Lucia watched her back disappear into the doorway, then turned around and looked back at the densely packed letters.Although she felt it was a pity, she didn't take it to heart. Who doesn't suffer from illness or accident these days?

She specifically asked Garcia to review the records of military crimes that BAU had taken over in the past ten years, and Garcia gave her two most typical ones.

One happened in Houston's Fifth Ward in March '07.A veteran with severe PTSD was stimulated by construction noise and thought he was still in the Somali battlefield in 3. He was finally shot and killed by the FBI to save a black boy when he was surrounded by the FBI. .The original words of his wife are recorded in the dossier: "He is very sensitive to noise and cannot be in the crowd; he often has nightmares and wakes up in a cold sweat; the worst thing is the smell. When he smells burning, it is like barbecue, The smell of gas or fire will make the whole person feel wrong."

The other happened in Charlotteville in October '11.A special soldier who used to be a member of the Navy SEALs participated in a secret operation called "Dorado Falls" during his service and killed two children who were not mentioned in the intelligence, and has since suffered from paranoia.After a car accident, the illness broke out, and it directly evolved into a substitute syndrome. After destroying an intelligence company run by a retired colleague, he shot his own parents into a hornet's nest with bullets.

After reading it, Lucia scratched her hair irritably.It is good that war destroys people, but the direct cause of this is children, so it feels really inexplicable.

She has always been used to being free and clean by herself, and she really can't stand having an extra oil bottle at home.Her job also meant that she couldn't be with the children like a normal person; and after being busy outside, how could she have the energy to serve them at home?I still have to find someone to serve me.

The most important thing is that she feels that her three views are too wrong, and she really can't bear to tell the cruel truth in the face of the country's flowers and hope for tomorrow; The last few paragraphs, God, it's better to let her get poisoned with drugs a few more times. (jokingly) The baby she conceived was an unexpected accident, and it was all because she and DeSciglio had bad intentions. He was relieved when DeSciglio took him away, she really wasn't ready to be a mother.

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"Aaron? Why are you still here? Didn't Lucia come with you?"

"She's still reading the files, she's leaving later."

"What dossier?"

"Well, North Mammon, Dorado Falls...she seems to have always been interested in the military. Was she in the military?"

"Don't ever go after this, Aaron. Go back earlier, Jack is waiting for you."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

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While wandering, there was a sound of steady and powerful footsteps behind Lucia, and finally stopped beside her.

"I heard from Aaron that you were looking at the previous dossier."

"Well, just take a look and learn how you guys work."

Rossi glanced at the documents on the desktop: "North Mammon? I was still in Rome at that time, and I just met you not long ago. Dorado Falls, the case at the end of October last year. The guy who sees is believing but doesn't believe. Look What are these for?" Just after finishing a firefighter's case, she took several military-related cases to look at, and the fool believed that she was "just looking at it".

"Let me tell you a story. Remember that black beggar in Santa Monica? His name is Harrison Scott. I met him 43 years ago, in 1969, in Vietnam. I was a private and he had He's a sergeant. Ah yes, the same rank as you. One day when we were marching, I stepped on a land mine. Fortunately, it was only the terminal of the gun. Scott encouraged me to jump into a ditch not far away with him, but I was so scared that my legs were going weak. In the end he pulled me out — even though I was concussed and woke up waiting to go home — and he got a medal for his bravery.”

"But the truth is?"

"Smart kid." Rossi gave her a thumbs up. "A private named Anthony Hernandez covered the landmine I stepped on with his body."

Lucia showed a helpless smile as expected: "Why did you tell me this?"

"I don't know." Rossi spread his hands openly, "Maybe you can understand that I want to get close to you, like... How do you say that sentence? 'Girl, your eyes are like the stars in my hometown?'"

Lucia propped her forehead with one hand, and her shoulders almost twitched when she laughed: "It makes me uncomfortable when you say that."

"why?"

"I don't know." Lucia imitated Rossi's tone.

Rossi was silent, Lucia's mood gradually calmed down, and the air between the two gradually became colder.

"This is the first time I've seen you smile so happily."

"Really?" Lucia twirled the pen in her hand.

"Go home, it's getting late."

Lucia took a deep breath after parking her Volkswagen CC in the parking space below the apartment building, slowly turned off the car, and sat holding the steering wheel for a while before getting out of the car.

She'd rather spend the night in the car than be alone in an empty house -- and four months later, she still hasn't come to terms with the fact that DeSciglio has left her.

She was walking on the path, but she didn't notice a tall figure appeared behind her, approached her silently, then covered her mouth and dragged her into a black Mercedes-Benz S600 next to her.Lucia, who was sitting in the middle of the back row, rolled her eyes helplessly, and slapped Marchisio on the head who dragged her in: "The emotion of reunion after a long absence is gone, bastard!"

The other three were laughing happily, and Conti in the passenger seat patted the arm of Cristiano Rossi on the left: "Hand it over."

The corner of Lucia's mouth twitched, and she jumped forward and grabbed the hair of the two of them and smashed their heads together: "Bet with labor capital again! Bet with labor capital again!!!"

There was a frenzy in the crowded carriage.

"Let go Lucia! It hurts like hell!

"Captain, spare your life! The little one won't dare again!"

"Lu, ah no, Captain, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Lucia, calm down, the tire pressure here seems to be wrong."

"You deserve it, hum!"

"Maki, what do you mean! This is not you...uh..."

"Valen?"

"Lucia, you misunderstood, anyway, I am your observer and your deputy team, how could it be oh!!!"

Poor Benz was rocked by a group of madmen.Fortunately, it was already early in the morning and few people passed by, otherwise I really don't know how I felt.After a long time, a group of people finally let go of the poor car and followed Lucia upstairs.

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