novelraw Chapter 48
Chapter 48
behind him.
"Dave, I was wondering if Lucia was just a victim too..."
"Calm down, Aaron, and think about how big this possibility is?"
Hotch supported his shoulders and shook his head in confusion: "I don't know, looking at her hand just now, I suddenly felt..."
"She's very ambitious—I don't mean she's entitlement-minded. She's too controlling, and too smart, and knows exactly what she wants. Did you notice? She's really only willing to do anything to herself. People open their hearts and do anything for them. Too bad you, me, all of us are out of that range, but DeSciglio is. There's no way of guessing what's going on between them, but what I'm sure of is that they're one of a kind People, with the same background, IQ and purpose. To be honest, I don't think we are their opponents. So you still say, LuciaAndreaPirlo, just a simple victim?"
"Then...then why did she stay?"
"Actually, I don't know either." Rossi spread his hands, "Wait and see."
1 hour, 3 hours, 5 hours, 10 hours, 1 hour, 24 hours, 36 hours, 48 hours, 72 hours...
With Lucia's cooperation with the FBI's laboratory, the research on the virus has progressed quite rapidly. The BAU's investigation into the spread of the virus has also yielded clues: They detected virus slurry coatings on the inside of some newly installed tap water pipes, and the virus in drinking water was placed in mid-range processors.The evidence gradually pointed not to DeSciglio and Lucia, but to KyleDuke; nor was there any evidence that they conducted illegal research, as it had been two and a half years ago. Everyone in the BAU was relieved and at the same time doubtful: If they were really innocent, why did the Italian side revoke their diplomatic immunity so hastily?That is a solid gold medal for avoiding death.
When they entered the DeSciglio Experimental Center, it was already empty.There is a black bag in the center of the hall, which looks very abrupt in the pure white environment.
The fully armed CSI stepped forward to open the bag, and lying inside was a half-rotten Duke and a suicide note written by him.
Unlike the conclusion of other cases, the conclusion of this case brought BAU an indescribable feeling.Next, how should they face Lucia, and how should they treat her?
But perhaps this question will never have the chance to be answered.
"What?...are there any casualties?...well yes...well...well, we'll be on the lookout." Rossi held his phone halfway up and spread his hands, "Sheescaped."
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Ukraine.Kyiv.
It has been snowing heavily for several days, and it gradually subsided last night.But the thick clouds during the day have dispersed, revealing the blue sky and bright sunshine.
Lucia walked the streets in the morning, the shops hadn't all opened yet, and the traces left by the turmoil made the city look even colder.
She walked all the way to enjoy the scenery of Eastern Europe she saw for the first time.This is where Andrei Shevchenko was raised.
Walking to a river, she saw two figures, one big and one small, sitting on the embankment from afar.
"Dad, can you really catch fish?" The immature child's voice sounded, and Lucia felt that Slavic was so beautiful for the first time.
"Look, ice fishing is your unique skill." The man threw the buoy into the hole, and then lowered a piece of line.
Lucia walked over quietly, kicked the man's waist, and he almost fell to the ice at a lower place: "What's wrong with me, don't teach children badly."
The man jumped up with a "bass", and the fishing rod in his hand was thrown aside: "Why are you bullying me in front of my son!"
"Is this also called bullying? I didn't care about how many things you did to me before that were much, much, much worse than this!"
"whats the matter?"
"You know it yourself!"
"evidence!"
The little boy who was left on the sidelines looked at them with big eyes blinking, and then rushed over and hugged Lucia's thigh with a "wow": "Mom, mom..."
Lucia didn't expect the little boy to recognize her at all, she was at a loss, the man smiled and raised his chin towards her.
She took out a tissue and squatted down, carefully helping the little boy wipe away the tears on his cheeks, seeing his three-point facial features similar to hers, she felt an unbelievable feeling in her heart.Her child, the child she risked her life to give birth in seven months of pregnancy but didn't have time to take a look at it, is now so big.She thought that she would never have the chance to see him again in this life, but she didn't expect that today, a big surprise would happen to her completely unprepared.
Lucia caressed his tender little face and asked softly, "What's your name?"
"Andriy."
"So Andriy, we've never met before, how do you know me?"
"Daddy and Uncle Russo show me your picture several times a day."
Lucia held him tightly in her arms: "Andriy, my baby, mother will never leave you again."
"Never again? Is it forever?" The crisp child's voice is full of countless hopes.
She nodded: "Yes, forever."
Lucia hugged Andriy into the man's arms: "We will never separate again."
"Well, forever."
The not-so-warm sunshine cast down the shadows of the three hugging people on the withered yellow grass for a very, very long time.
Capitolo39
2003.5.28 Visiting team dressing room at Old Trafford, Manchester, UK
AC Milan, who had just won their sixth UEFA Champions League title, was celebrating unscrupulously. Every corner of the locker room was filled with the atmosphere of victory and carnival, as well as the male hormones exuded by champagne and jerseys and socks scattered all over the floor. Together, let the blood boil.
After the group of demons roared the team song, the crowd carried Anxi to coach Anxi in high spirits, ah no, Ancelotti, and threw him high into the air.
"Yeah...yeah...yeah...boom!"
The sudden discordant notes seemed to put the carnival on hold. After confirming again and again that it was not extreme joy that gave rise to sorrow, the coach fell by mistake, and everyone looked around to find the source of the sound.
Soon, the instigator was caught.
Gattuso, who had the advantage of the location, was the first to rush to the girl who kicked open the door with a smirk on her face, and was about to throw her three times to comfort the hurt hearts of his teammates.
Lucia really understood what the butcher was thinking, and he quickly slipped behind the captain Maldini, carefully pulling the edge of the towel around his waist, his big eyes seemed to be covered with mist: "Bao... Bao... Paul, Gnaro is going to eat me."
Ow! ┗|｀O′|┛
So cute, so cute, why so cute!
A group of shirtless old men (shou) love (xing) full (da) overflow (fa).
"Oh oh oh... Ivan, you made the little girl cry again, what should I do?" Rui Costa, who was watching the play with his arms folded.
"Ah... little goddess, be good, my brother will take you to the home team's locker room to ask for sweets later." Inzaghi, who was sweating again, took a towel to wipe his face.
"Hey, I'll let you play with this cup first, the little girl is only beautiful when she smiles." Nesta walked up to Lucia with the St. Brad's cup in his hand.
Looking at the big ear cup in front of her, and Gattuso who was about to go berserk, Lucia made a provocative grimace, and stretched out her hand to receive the trophy.
Just before her fingertips touched the trophy, a powerful force from her waist pulled her back, and her feet were forced off the ground.
"Wow..." Lucia screamed in fright.
"Hahahahaha..." Seeing Lucia, who was successfully attacked by Shevchenko, kicking her legs desperately in the air, Gattuso laughed unceremoniously. It's really fast.
Feeling that she fell into a familiar embrace, Lucia looked back, and it was indeed the smiling face of the Ukrainian nuclear warhead that could not be concealed.
"Andrei, let me down!" She poked Shevchenko's cock in the chest with her elbow.
Shevchenko ignored her protests, hugged her to the middle of the crowd, put her down, hugged her waist, and rested her chin on her left shoulder: "Our goddess of light has been abandoning us since before the game. After all the hard work, 120 minutes and a hellish penalty shootout to win it, should we now show her our 'gratitude'?"
Nonsense!Dare you think of labor and management as Barbara Berlusconi who can come and go to the locker room at will?Labor and capital are just a little transparent!Besides, labor and capital are the god of death named Lucia, okay? Lao Shizi is a goddess of light!
"Lucia, we love you!" Sure enough, it was the No. [-] tacit understanding team in Serie A. The group of people who threw the coach before did not fall, and immediately gathered and threw her high into the air.
"Grazie!" I'll hit the roof!
"Grazie!" My hand seems to be twisted!
"Grazie!"
"Get out!" I...
"Gnaroy Van Gattuso!!!"
After landing, Lucia immediately rushed to Gattuso who intended to smash her into eight petals, but she was caught by someone on the way.