Early in the morning, Bruce arrived at the hospital. After rescuing Lily last night, the murderer was dead, and the case had come to an end. But because it was already late, they stayed in Yili for the night. In the past, there had been situations where they ended even later, but they still managed to fly back to Quantico. Bruce was well aware of everyone's care, and besides being grateful, he acknowledged this team even more in his heart.
When he came to Lily's ward, he ran into Mrs. Wilson. "Thank you so much, Bruce. I heard from Lily that you saved her." Mrs. Wilson shook Bruce's hand excitedly.
Bruce smiled. "It's my duty. How's Lily?"
"She's fine. The doctor said that the chemicals didn't cause any major damage to Lily's internal organs. Lily just lost some blood and will recover soon."
"That's good. I'll go in and check on Lily."
"I'm going to buy breakfast for Lily. Do you want me?"
"No, I'll be leaving soon. My flight is at nine." Bruce shook his head and walked into the ward. "Hey, Lily, how are you feeling?"
Looking at Lily carefully, the girl looked much better than yesterday. Her face was ruddy, and most importantly, the joy and happiness in her eyes made her look lively and energetic. Bruce hoped to see no more fear on the girl's face. That was not an expression that should appear on a child's face.
"Very good, Bruce. Mom said that we can go home soon." Lily stretched out her arms, and Bruce gave her a hug. "Will you go back with us? I haven't seen you in a long time. "
"Sorry, Lily. I still have work to do." Seeing Lily's disappointed expression, Bruce continued, "I'll be back at Christmas."
"Will there be egg tarts?" Lily looked at him expectantly.
"Of course, and chocolate milk tea." Bruce smiled and rubbed her head. After a pause, he said, "Lily, let's keep what happened yesterday a secret between us, okay?"
"Yesterday?" Lily recalled and shuddered. "That person tied me up and made me smile at him. I was so scared and kept crying. Then, Bruce, you came and defeated the bad guy and saved me. At that time, I felt that it was very dark and cold, and you gave me to drink … "
Bruce put his index finger on her lips. "That's it. Lily, don't tell anyone, okay? Or have you already told someone? "
"Not yet. You can't even tell your mother?" Lily seemed to have understood something. She opened her eyes wide, looked around, and asked in a low voice.
Bruce couldn't help but laugh. "It's best not to. Let it become a secret that only the two of us know."
"But why did you let me drink your …"
Before that word was said, Bruce put his index finger on his lips again and made a "shh" gesture. At the same time, he wondered if he should tell Lily that he gave her blood because she had lost too much blood. Then, he used a second to dispel the idea of fooling her. A ten-year-old child was neither old nor young. It was not a good thing to tell her wrong knowledge.
"How did you feel at that time, after you drank it?"
"I felt warm. It was so cold …"
"That's why I said that it could save you." Bruce tidied the girl's messy hair on her forehead. "Can you promise me, Lily, that you won't tell anyone?"
The girl nodded in the end.
When Lily was eating the breakfast bought by Mrs. Wilson, Bruce was about to leave. His main purpose of coming here had been achieved. However, Lily suddenly asked, "What kind of girl does Bruce like?"
"What?" Bruce didn't react for a moment.
Mrs. Wilson was already laughing. "Our Lily said a long time ago that she wanted to marry you, Bruce. What do you think? Is Lily your type? "Her words were full of ridicule.
Lily said to him seriously, "When I see you, I see love. If I get a flower every time I think of you, then I will wander in the flowers forever … "
"Wait, Lily, where did you hear these words?"
"In a letter my brother wrote to someone." Lily had an innocent look on her face. "Colin said that if I meet someone I like one day, I must tell him."
"Well, it's getting late. I have to take the plane back, so I'll leave first." Bruce hurriedly said goodbye to Mrs. Wilson, who was watching the drama with a smile.
When they boarded their private plane to return to Quantico, Bruce still looked depressed. He really couldn't understand how his lovely Lily had changed so much in just a short time. Where did the Lily who used to act cute to him go? He didn't want a Lily who would recite love poems to him. Bruce knocked his head on the table in front of his seat.
A man came over and sat across from him. "Want coffee?" He held two cups in his hand and handed one to him.
It was Reid. Bruce was a little surprised. He took the cup, said thanks, and took a sip. He showed an indescribable expression, and then pushed the cup to the window, far away from him. Bruce didn't like coffee, but he could accept it with milk and sugar. He really didn't know how these people could drink black coffee every day.
Reid saw his expression and took a sip as well. "What's wrong? I think the coffee on the plane tastes better than the coffee in the office. "
"I don't drink this stuff. Next time, please add one part milk and three parts sugar." Bruce looked at the cup pushed to the window with slight disdain.
Reid blinked. "One part milk and three parts sugar? Okay, I'll remember. I also found that you don't drink coffee very often, but how do you stay so energetic all day? "
"You can do it if you run every morning." Bruce shrugged.
"Morning run? Okay. "Reid obviously didn't consider this method." Are you feeling okay? Well, I mean, you're not in a good mood? In short, you're not like usual? "
Bruce looked at Reid in surprise and sat up straight. "What do you think of me usually?"
"Are you sure you want to hear my evaluation of you?" Reid saw the affirmation in Bruce's eyes. He took another sip of coffee and then put down the cup. He folded his hands and rested them under his chin. "Well, on the surface, you seem to be a typical 'popular' person. The characteristics of the popular type are enthusiasm, cheerfulness, conscientiousness, modesty, excellence, and willingness to help others."
"I think there's a 'but' after that." Bruce looked at Reid with interest.
"Yes." Reid paused for a moment and then continued, "But in fact, you lack interest in most things, or even have no interest at all. In fact, I haven't found anything that you're really interested in. Of course, your patience and excellent ability can cover this up very well."
"You're quite sharp." Bruce looked directly at Reid and suddenly smiled. "Bau, huh?" To be honest, he was quite happy that Reid could see through this.
Reid looked away uncomfortably. "But you're not like usual today. I mean, is there anything that bothers you or bothers you? " Reid paused for a moment and lowered his voice. "I know you killed the murderer yesterday to save someone. I still remember the first time I shot the serial killer between the eyebrows. That feeling … If you want to talk about it …"
Bruce suddenly understood that Reid was worried about the psychological burden of his' first time 'killing someone. He didn't realize that his eyebrows had softened, and the smile on his face had widened. But he suddenly had the urge to tease Reid.
Bruce tilted his head and pretended to be confused. He interrupted Reid. "No, it's not because of that. This morning, a girl said to me, 'If I get a flower every time I think of you, then I'll wander in the flowers forever …' It's bothering me. I don't know what to do."
Reid was obviously stunned. "This seems to be Claudia's poem.
I don't know much about Ghandi's poem, but I have a vague impression of it. I've seen it somewhere before. This girl is expressing her longing and admiration for you. "
"I'm just thinking about how to reject it. Maybe I should say sorry because the gender is wrong. In my opinion, you're more attractive, Reid. "
"Cough, cough." The JJ in the front row seemed to have choked on his water.
Reid blinked, thinking that this was a bit too much information.
Gideon finally couldn't stand it and interrupted, "Jones, are you interested in playing a game of chess with me?"
"Of course." Bruce stood up and patted Reid's shoulder before he went over. "Thank you."
Bruce sat across from Gideon and picked up the King at Gideon's signal to leave first.
Gideon frowned with his glasses and moved a chess piece. After a few rounds, Gideon looked up at Bruce. "Your way of playing chess is very unique. Why do you only move these two pieces?"
Bruce shrugged. "Because I don't even remember the rules. I only remember that the king and queen can be moved at will."
Gideon took off his glasses and pushed the chessboard aside. "Then why are you still playing chess with me?"
"Because you want to say something to me."
Gideon put his glasses in his jacket pocket. "Is what you said true?"
Bruce didn't quite understand what he was referring to, but he still said, "Of course, I don't lie."
Gideon nodded and changed the subject. "Can I see your dagger?"
There was nothing to hide. Besides, he had already used it. Bruce nodded and casually rolled up the sleeve of his left arm with his right hand, revealing a specially-made light-colored arm guard with a dagger in it. The dagger was more like a blade. It didn't have a handle, but there were some lines on one side of the blade, and the sharp edge gleamed coldly.
Bruce flipped his left hand and nimbly removed the dagger with his fingers. He placed it in front of Gideon. "Be careful, it's very sharp."
Gideon looked at it and returned the dagger to Bruce. "You seem to be very good at using it."
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