"I'm Bruce. Nice to meet you," Bruce said with a smile.
Walter had long brown hair. Wearing a long robe and holding a magic staff, she did look like a mage. She had a strange, mysterious aura.
When she looked at Bruce with her brown eyes, Bruce felt like she could see through him, not just on the surface.
But when she talked to him with a smile, she was clearly just a cheerful and optimistic young person. Bruce shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of this strange feeling that suddenly appeared in his mind. This must be an illusion brought about by cosplay.
"If I remember correctly, you just sent me a message at noon saying that you were busy with work and couldn't make it this weekend. Is this a surprise? "Walter led him inside.
"No." Bruce was a bit embarrassed. "Actually, I'm working right now."
"What work?" Walter asked, confused. "Is your work …?" She looked at Bruce's costume.
"No, no. Not that." Bruce thought for a moment and said, "Some bad things happened during this event. Maybe you saw it on the news?"
"Oh, you mean the reports about the deaths of people who participated in this event?" Walter passed Bruce two glasses of beer when they passed by the bar.
The party was carefully designed. There was a stage at the front, and a large empty space under the stage. There were bars around. It was worth mentioning that this place was completely decorated in the style of World of Warcraft. You could see the beer in crude wooden barrels, and there would even be tauren style waiters saying, "Hello, friend. May Mother Earth smile upon you."
Bruce now understood why this party attracted so many people. When they passed by a corner, a person dressed as a dwarf sitting on an inconspicuous chair said to him, "Oh my god, you're so tall." Bruce couldn't help but smile.
He turned around to look at Walter and continued the topic. "You don't seem to care?"
"Oh, they were not killed in this event. They just happened to be participating in this event. What happened to them after the event? You can't just blame it on this event just because they were wearing cosplay outfits, right?" Wonda said indifferently.
That was probably what most of the people here were thinking. Bruce looked at the crowd and the atmosphere at the party was lively.
"So, you're a police officer?" Walter asked in an interested tone.
"No, but I'm indeed here to investigate this case."
"Private investigator? Did he accept this request? That's cool. "Walter seemed to think of something and became excited.
"… No."
Seeing that Bruce didn't want to talk about this topic, Walter clinked glasses with him regretfully. "Okay, since you're here for work, let's talk later?" Then, he took a sip of wine and left, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Clearly feeling Walter's dissatisfaction when he left, Bruce touched his nose and turned his attention to the party. He wanted to find Evan Beranke. After all, he wasn't here to have fun.
There was a band performing on the stage. People were wearing costumes that others might think were weird, but they were enjoying themselves. They were singing and laughing with their friends.
It was obviously difficult to find a specific person in such an occasion. Bruce sat on a chair at the bar and said goodbye to the tenth girl who came up to talk to him with a smile. He even took a photo with her at her request. He felt that the corner of his mouth was about to stiffen.
"Hey, you don't seem to be here to have fun?" a voice sounded not far away.
In the noisy environment, Bruce looked around and finally found the source of the voice. The voice actually came from inside the bar. There was a sofa not far from the wine cabinet. Someone was sitting there.
Even though the light was dim, Bruce still recognized him immediately. This was his target, Bellanck.
Bellanck was still wearing the blood elf costume. He held a wine glass in his right hand and swirled the liquid in the glass in boredom, making the liquid draw a beautiful light in the glass.
Bruce moved two seats closer to Berrank, who was behind the bar counter. He then moved the untouched beer in the large glass that Walter had given him over as well.
"What do you mean?"
"You've already rejected ten girls, and two of them are very hot." Bellanck raised his glass at Bruce and suddenly stood up and walked over.
"This only means that they're not my type." Bruce shrugged.
"I didn't see clearly just now. You're so perfect. Your style, and you. " Bellanck leaned over from across the bar and seemed to be sizing up Bruce carefully. "I'm Evan."
Bruce used one second to think of a plan to take out his ID, identify himself as an FBI agent, and then ask him questions. He leaned back slightly and moved away from Bellanck's face. A perfunctory smile appeared on his face. "Bruce."
"Do you know? I've held many activities and imagined many scenes just to meet you, Bruce. "Bellanck leaned closer again, his voice filled with inexplicable fanaticism.
What? Bruce felt that no matter how many cases he had encountered and how many different people he had met, he would always meet someone even stranger. It was as if it was destined …
Although he didn't know how he had attracted this person's interest, Bruce continued without batting an eyelid. "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"You're so different. Elune must have given you more preferences." Bellanck said in an admiring tone. "My elf."
Ever since he started this job, he felt that there were only two types of people in the world: himself and perverts. Bruce was no longer surprised that a random person he met could be different from the general definition of a normal person.
"This is just a game, Evan. I'm not an elf." Bruce's tone was indifferent.
Bellanck's expression was a little ferocious for a moment, then he forced a smile. "Of course, this is just a game. Can I have the honor of inviting you to a party? We're all Warcraft enthusiasts. " Seeing that Bruce was not interested and even a little impatient, Bellanck quickly added, "Of course, it's just a small party. It's not as noisy as here. There will be less than ten people."
A party? Bruce immediately thought of the case. Although Bellanck didn't match their preliminary profile, Bellanck's exaggerated fascination with Warcraft culture made Bruce feel that something was wrong.
"Sorry, I don't think we're familiar with each other. Recently, there were some cases where three people who participated in the event were killed nearby." Bruce probed.
Bellanck looked angry. "I don't know who did it. Don't let me know who he is. He almost ruined the event. Since the news was reported, the number of people who participated decreased a lot. The police even contacted me today and asked me to stop the event." He took a deep breath. "How can I do that? I spent so much effort to organize this event."
"Oh, you organized this?" Bruce appropriately showed a surprised expression, then said insincerely, "I mean, it's not easy. It's as if you want to reappear the real Azeroth in this world."
"That's my wish." Bellanck excitedly held Bruce's hand. "Think about it, that fantasy, colorful, gorgeous world!" Bellanck's dark red contact lenses, which he wore to disguise himself as a Blood Elf, looked a little sick and strange.
"A … strange wish." Bruce said dryly and pulled his hand away.
…
He could summarize what kind of person this was from his knowledge of psychology and profiling. Occasionally, he would be interested in exploring what kind of social environment shaped such a person. At this time, he felt that this person was a little sad.
Bellanck's insistence and fantasy was something that did not exist from the beginning. But Bruce had seen such a person before. When his fantasy was destroyed by reality, it could be very destructive. But now …
Bruce returned to the police station and went to the office prepared for his team. Reid was still standing in front of the information board doing research on the case. JJ was not far away talking to the reporters. Hotch and Rossi were flipping through some information.
"I'm back." Bruce put his backpack on the chair.
"The police found a new body. Morgan and Prentiss went to the scene. Your place … "Reid said as he turned to look at Bruce. Suddenly, he paused.
"How is it, does it look good?" Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked at Hotch and Rossi, who looked up at him expressionlessly, but their pauses said it all.
"Well … I mean, it looks surprisingly good." Reid paused. "It suits you."
Bruce looked at their expressions and suddenly felt playful. Although he had already stuffed the prop dagger into his backpack, his left hand nimbly took out the dagger hidden in his arm guard. With his right hand, he took off the hood of his cloak, revealing the pointed ears on his head.
He stared at them with a cold expression. His eyes were indifferent, but the corners of his mouth curled up. His entire person carried a hint of evil. Then, he placed the dagger by his mouth and licked it.
For a moment, it was very quiet.
Bruce suddenly laughed again, and the coldness on him disappeared. He looked at Rossi innocently. "Now, I'm also a young man with strange hobbies."
Rossi laughed and looked at Bruce's lips. "Is this a gothic style? Your lips are a little purple. It doesn't seem to match your makeup. "
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