[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

Sciglio hands her cell phone to her.

Lucia was puzzled, took a look and was shocked.A text message from an unknown number received 5 minutes ago jumps on the main interface, the content is "When will this week's data be given to me".

Although an unfamiliar number was displayed, Lucia was no stranger to this number—she clearly remembered that it belonged to Rossi.After half a month of silence, why did I suddenly get nervous today?And it just happened to be seen by DeSciglio.She couldn't help wondering whether the experiment center had his eyeliner, or the surveillance had been cut into the connection by the FBI.

"It's that Rossi." Lucia was about to delete the text message, but DeSciglio snatched the phone and put it in his pocket, "What? Are you going to answer him?"

"How did he have your number?"

"I didn't tell him. Is it difficult for the FBI to ask me for an ordinary citizen's number?"

DeSciglio still has no intention of giving her the phone back.

"You don't doubt me, do you?"

DeSciglio didn't speak.

A strong sadness welled up in Lucia's heart, she turned around and left the laboratory.

The first thing she did after leaving the experiment center was to buy a new mobile phone and change the number, but she didn't tell anyone—she didn't know who to tell.

Walking on the street and looking at the world shrouded in water vapor, Lucia's mood is even worse.Suddenly she saw a small stage being built in front of a supermarket, and the pink eyes revealed a romantic atmosphere.By the way, in a few days is the annual Valentine's Day, DeSciglio's birthday.People are so unlucky that they drink cold water and get stuffed between their teeth, the more they don't want to see anything, the more they come.

As soon as she regained her loneliness, she continued to live like this until April, and the cherry trees on the road were full of pink and white flowers.

Since she needed some data in class, she was too lazy to operate it again, so she bit the bullet and secretly called Materrazi like a thief, and got the news that DeSciglio had gone to England on a business trip.After repeated confirmation, she decided to go to the experiment center.Sure enough, she didn't see DeSciglio in it, so she spat hard with Materrazi. If a traitor leaks your data, you suspect me. What the hell?

"...So, that guy is an ungrateful, small-hearted villain, don't you think?"

Materrazi looked embarrassed and didn't answer her.

"Hey, talking, it's like seeing a ghost." Lucia was sitting on the swivel chair with her legs crossed, and when she saw that he didn't speak, she kicked him dissatisfied. Materrazi was in pain but dared not make a sound, and limped into the room.

"It's better for you to ask me this kind of question directly." No wonder Materrazi didn't speak, it's not just a ghost, it's like meeting Satan directly.

Lucia ignored him, stood up and walked inside.

"I'm not an ungrateful villain, I just care about it and cause chaos."

If you don't care about it, it will be chaotic. The only thing you care about is yourself.

"As I said, since you have given me trust, I will give you loyalty. You really don't understand the style of a GIS member."

"Then can you give me another chance?"

Lucia's silence left DeSciglio in torment.He really didn't expect that his actions would have such consequences.He began to feel how delicate Lucia's mind was, a simple word and a small action would make her think about too many things.He was also a little curious about how her personality was developed. What Andrea and her family taught her is self-determination and independence. He can clearly understand this. It stands to reason that such a person is very strong. Yes, in other words, she has a big heart, just like she can quit drug addiction, but why is there such a vulnerable side in her character? Is there no psychological assessment in the GIS entry test?Or is it the experience of GIS that made her what she is now?

The wandering DeSciglio finally heard her answer and was unable to react for a while.

"Let's not take this as an example." That's what Lucia said.

Capitolo08

The days passed by in a mediocre manner, and Lucia was still repeating the monotonous life of three points and one line.

One day in May, she returned to her apartment and turned on the TV, and saw that Breaking News was reporting a series of shootings with unknown suspects in New York.

The faces of several FBI agents flashed across the screen, and she took a random look, and there was Rossi in it.She stopped changing channels and listened for a while, then the phone on the table rang.She picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number from New York.She was startled, what a coincidence, the other party had already hung up when she was pressing the answer button.After a few seconds, her cell phone rang the familiar melody again. She turned on the TV to silent, picked up the phone, and vaguely heard the noisy voice on the other side.

She didn't speak, neither did the other party, but she already knew who it was.

"Sergeant Pirlo, how are you doing?" Rossi's rather friendly voice came from the receiver.

"Thanks to you, I'm having a pretty rough time, SSA Rossi."

"I apologize for my inappropriate behavior that day, but Lucia, I need your help."

"Help?" Lucia repeated, crouching on the couch, straightening her neck in disbelief.Is the sun coming out in the west?

"Yes. Have you seen the news?"

"News?" She clamped the phone to her neck and pulled out the thorns on her fingertips, "SSARossi, I am a good baby who concentrates on studying and does not touch entertainment programs."

"Ding dong ding dong", the doorbell sang cheerfully, and she went to open the door barefoot in a good mood, not noticing the same voice coming from the receiver.

When she opened the door, she froze in place, and the smile on her face quickly disappeared.The big "LIVE" on the TV behind Ganqing is all deceiving people.

Rossi smiled and handed her a bag in his hand: "In order to express my sincere apology, I decided to visit the door in person." Lucia put on his familiar haughty expression again: "I don't accept it."

"That's a shame. But whether you accept my apology or not, I have something to ask."

Lucia blocked the door domineeringly and refused to let him in: "I don't think I can help the FBI, SSA Rossi, and is it appropriate for you to show up at a single girl's apartment in the middle of the night?"

"I've never worried about it, and none of my three ex-wives would have minded." Rossi raised his left hand, holding his empty ring finger in front of her eyes.

Lucia has blue veins, and feels that she is about to suffer from the first psychosis again.She raised her left hand and put her middle finger on his eyelid.The metal texture made Rossi startled for a moment, and then she heard her unhurried voice in his ear: "Mr. Detective, what do you want me to do for you?"

Rossi felt frustrated for the first time. He really deserved to be the guy code-named "Snake Eagle". His mouth was full of poison, and he completely forgot who took the initiative to drink poison to quench his thirst.

Lucia really didn't want to argue with him, she just wanted to know what Rossi was doing to her about the shooting in New York and send him away quickly, and DeSciglio would come to her house for dinner later.

"I'm very busy, please make a long story short." The conversation continued eerily at the door.

"Want to hear your opinion."

"What opinion can I, a layman, have?"

Rossi looked at her eagerly, and she could only continue: "Obvious anti-social personality, give me a profile and catch someone. But in the classic situation of the New York subway, don't you consider other possibilities?"

"for example?"

"Taliban, hey hands... you know more than me, right?"

"OK, Sergeant Pirlo, let's test your conjecture together."

"what?"

"It's also very romantic to go on a long night trip with just two people, isn't it?"

Lucia almost knelt down to Rossi, what kind of logic is this?If I had known earlier, she wouldn't have said anything.She scratched Shawl's hair irritably, trying to find a better excuse to drive him away.

The elevator made a "ding" sound, and the excuse just appeared in front of her eyes.In fact, she really didn't want them to meet, but at this time, it could only be treated in special circumstances.

"Mr. Detective, I'm sorry that your romance has gone to the wrong person." She raised her left hand again and shook it in front of his eyes, leading DeSciglio through the door.

Rossi extended her right hand to DeSciglio beside her: "Mr. DeSciglio, nice to meet you. I'm David Rossi."

"Hi Mr. Agent, nice to meet you. Lucia often mentions you to me." DeSciglio shook his hand gracefully, showing his elite style.

Lucia stood on the sidelines, watching the sparks in the eyes of the two men.

"Mr. DeSciglio, I have known you for a long time. I have always been very interested in your research. I have always been committed to the exploration of the spiritual field, but compared with Mr. DeSciglio, your things seem to be a bit out of reach."

Sour, hard sour!

Lucia feels like her stomach is rumbling