[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

Chapter 37

ucia evaded.In public and private, he didn't want the case to have anything to do with DeSciglio.

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Lucia leaned on the railing, looking at the sparkling river, lit a Marlboro to drive away the cold of the night wind.The flickering orange-red light and the rising smoke obscured her vision.

"You used to hate cigarettes the most." A long-lost voice came from not far away.

Lucia threw the cigarette butt into the water, leaned against the railing and looked at the person with a smile: "Long time no see, Andrea."

The young man named Andrea walked to the stone chair by the lawn and sat down: "Let me think about it, when was the last time we met? The year Italy won the World Cup?"

"Don't repeat the past, Spain and Germany have had their turn once." Lucia tucked one side of her long hair behind her ear, and walked beside him, "What has become of Italy these days."

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to grow up so big, and you are still our captain. Ah, then should you call me 'Russo'!"

Lucia sat next to him with a smile and looked ahead, listening to him imitating Gattuso's tone back then, and hearing him deliberately "hmm".She turned her head and saw him take out a small red velvet box and hand it to her. Lucia leaned forward and backward with a smile: "Nonono, it's better for you to explain some things first."

"You know Lucia," Russo's sticky nasal voice reveals a touch of sexiness, and her thick Neapolitan accent makes her feel very friendly, "I didn't betray you."

Only then did Lucia put away her exaggerated smile, staring at the small box in front of her eyes: "I know."

"When?"

"Christmas '08. . . . just kidding, summer '12."

After a brief silence, Russo stuffed the small box into her palm, then hugged her tenderly, whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry, Lucia."

Lucia shook her head in his arms.

"What happened with Ciro was an accident, we didn't expect the explosion to happen earlier."

"Ah."

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so many years."

"Ah."

"It was great meeting you."

"Ah."

The sound of a car stopping came from the side of the road in the distance, and Lucia left his embrace, clutching the small box in her hand: "I'm leaving."

Russo nodded, reaching out to help her straighten her wind-torn hair.Eight years have passed, and the short-haired tomboy has already transformed into this beautiful girl in front of him.

Lucia stood up, and walked in the same direction as she came and went without saying "goodbye".She knew that this might be the only reunion in this life, but she didn't want to say that word, she wanted to erase this time in her heart, and then continue to look forward to it.She also knew that there was a gaze watching her from behind.She took a few steps, but her speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped ten meters away.In just ten meters, everything in the past ten years hastily passed by.Eight years have passed since we last met, when will we meet next time?

She clenched her fists tightly, the small square box hurt her palms.Tears had already welled up in her eyes, but she still couldn't help but turned her head and ran in front of Russo, took one of his hands and pressed them tightly against his chest, and wrapped the other around his neck. Russo patted her on the shoulder, smiled and took the small box in her hand and opened it, turned her around, brushed her long black hair aside, took out the platinum necklace inside and put it on for her, then put the box back To him, gently pushed her forward a step.

Lucia wiped the tears off her face, sniffed and walked forward.This time she didn't look back, and stopped when she walked to the side of the car.She looked back, and the stone chair in the distance was already empty.

Marchisio opened the car door for her, and she got into the car. The closed and warm interior made her feel unreal.

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Lucia touched the pendant on the necklace and took it off with a little force.She opened it easily without studying it carefully, and it turned out to be a tiny chip inside.She opened the inner lining of the small box again. Under the box was a small test tube containing some white powder and a neatly folded letter paper.

The car drove quietly on the deserted road, drove on the approach bridge, crossed the river, passed one intersection after another under the goose yellow light of the towering street lamps, and gradually drifted away.No one noticed that in a dark box at a certain corner, a man and a woman in disheveled clothes were kissing passionately, their lower bodies tucked tightly together.The woman leaned against the wall, hooked the man's neck with both hands, and made joyful sounds following the man's violent movements.After a while, the woman's seven orifices were bleeding, and before she could scream, her whole body went limp, and she died.The man threw her aside casually, tidied up his clothes and left the scene without haste.

Lucia went directly to the laboratory and gave DeSciglio the virus sample she just got. DeSciglio took the small tube and threw it to Materrazi who was watching the show. Materrazi whistled loudly at the two of them, and walked out with a very YD smile.

Lucia watched Materrazi leave, looked down at the white floor tiles and counted the grids.She heard footsteps from far to near, and then a pair of black and shiny leather shoes appeared in her sight.Before the person came to stand still, she raised one foot and stepped on it, trying hard with her toes.When she had vented enough and moved her foot away, a piece of the leather shoe that she ordered from no one knew where had already been dented.

DeSciglio smiled gently. "Satisfied?"

Lucia still didn't look up, and let out a "hum".

"You're just a child."

Tch, you can just say that labor and management are childish.

DeSciglio grabbed one of her hands and made a fist and slammed it on his chest. "Will you hit me back?"

╯▽╰#Dare to really treat labor as a three-year-old child? Lucia pulled her hand back to her side, bringing DeSciglio's hand back with her and biting on it.

"Hiss..." DeSciglio felt as if his finger was being held in the mouth of a thousand-year-old turtle, and he couldn't shake it off.

Lucia deliberately bit DeSciglio with her canine teeth, almost like a chicken claw, and it took a while before she let him go.Of course she didn't see the several distinct dimples in DeSciglio's fingers.Well, no bleeding anyway.

DeSciglio lowered his hand and asked an irrelevant question: "Have you watched the latest Juventus league game?"

Lucia immediately looked up and gave him a big blank stare.Isn't that nonsense, can I not watch my brother's game?And it was such a beautiful lore.

DeSciglio stopped talking, and looked at her still smiling, with a "you lost the wooden man game" expression on his face.

Lucia 囧, I thought my brother could play as a striker and a midfielder, but I really didn't expect to be able to use it like this.

DeSciglio picked up her chin and squeezed it. Lucia squinted at him before being pulled into his arms.

Lucia raised the corner of her mouth.Get rid of his experiments, viruses, and identities, and fill the world with love and peace is the main purpose of this article!

A few days of sick leave passed, and the progress of both the laboratory and the BAU was a bit slow.The white powder in the small tube was determined to be a three-stage virus, which is the earliest work after the reopening of the laboratory.This made DeSciglio vigilant, and discussed with Lucia whether to suspend the experiment.The two insisted on their own views: DeSciglio wanted to keep the enemy in the dark, and if he continued, he would be exposed more; Lucia wanted not to startle the snake, because the real culprit will always show his feet, and it is the best strategy to catch big fish with a long line.The two discussed for a long time but there was no result, and there was no compromise plan.

Lucia's mouth was dry and she drank a glass of water and was so tired that she lay on the bed when her cell phone rang.She took the phone from DeSciglio and saw it was Garcia. "Hey baby girl, what's up?"

"Hey honey, how are you doing?" The tech nerd queen's voice was full of energy.

"Very well, return to the team tomorrow."

"It really doesn't matter?"

"Absolutely, I promise."

"That's good."

For some reason, Lucia felt that Garcia on the other end of the phone was visibly relieved. "what happened?"

"Nonono, there is nothing wrong with it."

Lucia smiled and rolled into DeSciglio's arms. "You're 'covering up', Penelope."

"I promise, everything will be fine when you come back. Don't disturb your rest, can't wait to see you. Good night."

"Good night, dear."

Hanging up Lucia gave DeSciglio a big smile and handed him the phone.

DeSciglio couldn't laugh or cry when he saw her being so funny, he got into the bed and lay down with her when he saw that it was getting late, and put her head against his neck.

Patting her on the back, DeSciglio couldn't resist calling "Lucia".

"I'll be back, intact."

Lucia found a comfortable position and rubbed against his arms, putting her arms on his waist; "I'm yours