[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

Chapter 58

They walked over quickly, with admiration on their faces: "Sure enough, talent has nothing to do with age, what a good marksmanship! Thanks to you today, otherwise I would have to hand in my resignation tomorrow." Lucia saluted him as an answer.

"May I ask who fired that shot?"

Lucia pointed directly at Marchisio, who pointed at her at the same time.The Chief was confused.

Lucia was really panicked, not in the mood to talk, and pulled Marchisio aside.

Marchisio didn't know where he was, so he could only be dragged away: "What are you doing?"

"I'm exhausted, I want to go home, take a shower and sleep." Lucia didn't turn her head.

"..." Your Highness, your princess disease has struck again.

By the time we got back to Livorno, the sky had already started to turn pale.Although the footsteps of the two were very light, they still woke up the sleeping roommates. Lucia felt very sorry, so she took off her clothes and got under the covers without going to take a shower.

The two of them didn't need to participate in the physical training in the morning. Lucia, who hadn't fallen asleep, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower while the others were doing morning exercises. The dense crowd on the playground gradually calmed down.

During lunch, Gattuso teased her wonderful performance in the wee hours of the morning, and she gave Marchisio a hard look: She went downstairs one step faster than me, why did her mouth move so much faster?

Marchisio tilted his head exaggeratedly and shrugged: "Hey honey, how does it feel to blow someone's head off for the first time?"

Conti looked at her suspiciously.

"Have a meal."

"Ouch, I'm still shy." Russo smiled lewdly.

Lucia put down the knife and fork in her hand: "Talk after eating. Don't think I won't beat you if your name is Andrea."

A group of people looked at each other, snickered and stuffed things into their mouths.

After lights out at night, Lucia tossed and turned in bed.In the 40 sleepless hours before, she flew back to Livorno from Germany, then flew to Vieste, flew back to Livorno after completing the mission, and played a game in the evening.However, physical exhaustion was no match for mental sobriety. Although every cell in her body was clamoring for sleep, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

At some point in the morning, she finally couldn't resist the drowsiness and gradually fell asleep.Andrea greeted her with a smile from the wheelhouse of a cruise ship, throwing a ball out the window for her.But she picked up the M40A3 in her hand and shot it, and the football exploded with a loud noise under the bright sunshine.When the dust dissipated, she was horrified to find Andrea lying in a pool of blood, with blood bubbling between her brows.

She woke up screaming, gasping for air.

A man opened her door and rushed in to turn on the light, hugged her tightly in his arms, and kept patting her on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay." Gattuso's warm embrace made her gradually calm down.She sobbed and hugged him tightly, her body still shaking.

"I'll go out and not disturb you."

"Where are you going?"

"playground."

"You still want to be alone?!"

Lucia looked up at Gattuso, his pale face was reflected in his clear eyes: "I can't bother you here. I have to train tomorrow, I..."

"You think this is an interruption?!" Gattuso put more force on her shoulders, "As I said, we are teammates, and your business is mine."

"Let Ciro accompany you to the hospital at dawn." Marchisio, who was standing at the door, suggested.

"I won't go!" Speaking of going to the hospital, Lucia was quite resistant.

"I'll give you two choices: go to sleep now and avoid nightmares, or go to the doctor at dawn."

Lucia got into bed and turned off the light: "Good night."

"I apologize for my insensitivity, Lucia," Marchisio said softly as Gattuso walked out the door, and backed out with him.

As a result, Lucia still didn't dare to close her eyes, so she stayed up until dawn.

A consequence of her inability to concentrate was that she twisted her foot during her morning jog. Gattuso helped her, who looked extremely unhappy, walk out of the team, and carried her to the hospital at the base.

Lying on Gattuso's broad back and feeling his strong heartbeat, Lucia was sullen: "You all treat me like a child."

"Ha, you're just a child." Gattuso couldn't laugh or cry.

"Go! Labor and management are just like you, you are a GIS!"

"You really don't look like a GIS."

"What's not like?"

"It's not like anywhere, especially when playing football."

"I'm going, this is a colleague of CriminalMinds, don't you be old about football and football?" Ah no, that's wrong, it's actually like this: "It's not like labor and management are always responsible for organizing offense?"

"..." What you said made sense, but I couldn't refute it.

Gattuso called the psychiatrist Azzurra Trulli over while she was doing the CT, and Lucia saw the two of them whispering as soon as Lucia came out of the thick isolation door.

She drove Gattuso back to training, and Gattuso refused to leave at first; when the CT results came out, he finally couldn't hold back the stubborn Lucia and could only go one step ahead.

Following Trulli to her office, as soon as Lucia sat down, she began to make a lot of this room that seemed out of place with the cold-blooded base.She patted the armrest, looking around like a curious baby.After she finished scanning around and sat down, Trulli across from her looked at her with a smile of the Virgin.

Lucia leaned back in her chair and winked at her, continuing to play the piano on the armrest.

"You're nervous, honey."

Lucia chuckled, "Just because I'm moving all over the place?"

"I know you have received high-level anti-polygraph training, but don't forget that I am also your teacher."

"uh-huh?"

"I'm watching, kid." Trulli's words were slow, and there was a magical power in his gentle voice, "Can you tell me what makes you feel uncomfortable?"

Lucia spread her hands: "The most direct one is blood, the other... the passing of life?"

"You did nothing wrong, everyone should be responsible for what they did. Their actions are doomed to cost their own lives. You seized so many weapons and saved more lives, those People will thank you devoutly to God."

"I understand, but... well, maybe I need time."

"You're right, time calms you down. Hang out with your friends, keep a good mood, and you'll be fine."

Saying goodbye to Trulli who had been talking nonsense with her for a while, Lucia walked back slowly.Just after turning a corner in the hall on the first floor, she suddenly found a familiar figure standing not far away.He was wearing a white shirt, a silver-gray suit vest and trousers, and a coat of the same color on his arms, standing in place like a gorgeous statue. Lucia twisted to his side in an ugly way, and patted his shoulder: "Nino?"

Cannavaro turned and hugged her, resting his chin on top of her head.

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"Hey..." Pay attention to the influence, leader! Lucia opened her arms and didn't know where to put them, "Where did you go for the meeting?"

"I have something to do, I'm going home."

Looking at his tired face, Lucia thought it must be something bad, so she didn't dare to ask: "Let's go. Are you going back to the training camp?"

"Yeah." The two walked forward side by side without speaking.

The car that came with Cannavaro was parked at the door, and the driver who was waiting saw them come out and immediately opened the back seat door for him. Cannavaro stepped forward and held the door for her to go up first.Due to today's special circumstances, Lucia didn't refuse, and obediently got into the car.

"Nino?" Lucia looked at him with concern, a warm current welled up in her heart.He must have come to the hospital to look for him as soon as he came back today, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

"I'm fine. But you, what's the matter?"

"I don't know...I...the situation is a bit complicated, and I can't tell."

"You are a smart child, I believe you can come out." Cannavaro reached out and stroked her smooth hair. Lucia felt that she must have been cursed, and her heart was instantly calm.

Cannavaro sent her to the door of the dormitory and left.Watching Cannavaro's car leave, Lucia raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

She thought she would be able to sleep peacefully without a dream, but her nightmare this night turned out to be Cannavaro standing in a sea of ​​flames with a sad face, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get close. When Lucia woke up, she found herself in tears, but luckily she didn't scream and wake up the people outside.She sat in the corner with the quilt in her arms, tightly leaning against the cold wall behind her.

Lucia has always felt that she is not such a sentimental person, and she has always been indifferent or even a little cold-blooded towards people and things that have nothing to do with her. Therefore, she still can't understand why she reacts so violently because of the loss of a few deserved lives.Is there any secret in the memory that I lost?She sat up straight.to let