Bruce came to his new house as fast as he could, put his ID card in front of the police officer's face at the door, and went straight to the second floor.
The sacrifice of Narnia was a kind of demon contract that was widely used in the realm. Narnia, a demon whose name was widely spread, was actually not a powerful creature that could cross the multiverse, but he created a way to communicate with demons that only required simple runes and sacrifices. This kind of communication was not only limited to Narnia itself, but also different demons could be communicated with by changing the type of sacrifice.
The reason why this kind of sacrifice was widely used in the realm was that the contractors could actually get a lot of items in the derivative space, but only the dropped rewards from killing or the items from completing tasks were recognized by the realm of reincarnation, and the data attributes could be seen on it. For example, if you robbed a weapon store in a technological derivative space, the guns and ammunition you got could only be used in the current world, but it was not recognized by the realm of reincarnation and could be brought back to the realm or to the next derivative world. Or for example, in a magic world, you used raw materials in the derivative world to make potions or magic scrolls, but these things were also not recognized by the realm and could only be used in the current world.
And to communicate with demons, using the valuable items in the current realm to trade with demons for Soul Crystals, a precious item that was recognized by the realm no matter which derivative world it was in, and then brought back to the realm to profit. This was the choice of many contractors. Demons were the only race that could make Soul Crystals from the souls of creatures and use them as a universal currency.
The sacrifice of Narnia was widely spread as a means of communicating with demons because of its convenience, low cost, and unlimited ability to communicate with demons. Of course, when you used it, there was at least one demon in the world, and this demon was willing to talk to you.
Bruce came to the second floor, there was only one master bedroom left. There were originally several rooms that were connected, and he planned to separate a large space in the room as a place for him to practice his swordsmanship.
"Bruce." Prentiss, who was standing next to the body, saw him and moved to block Bruce's view, "How have you been?"
Bruce was a little dumbfounded, "I already know."
"Well." Prentiss nodded and showed a reluctant smile, "JJ has already informed us, I just subconsciously …"
"Thank you." Bruce saw the obvious worry on Prentiss' face. "I'll be fine."
He squatted down and carefully examined the corpse and the pattern beside it. No, it should be called a rune now. Bruce did not know the exact meaning of these runes, but based on the condition of the corpses, he could roughly guess that these runes were used to communicate with a demon from World of Warcraft, and then sacrifice Bruce to make a deal with the demon. This Demon must be an enemy of the Moon Goddess, Elune. Only by sacrificing the Night Elves, who were devout believers of Elune, would they be able to gain attention and benefits.
But was there something wrong with the mind of the contractor who used the Narnia Sacrifice? Bruce wasn't worried about the ritual at all. Not to mention the fact that this world and the World of Warcraft were separated by many dimensions, it was impossible to communicate with the demons in the World of Warcraft, not to mention that Bruce was just an ordinary human. Did that person really think that dressing up as a night elf would make him a night elf?
Was this more like a clumsy imitation, a prank, or a provocation? But how did this person find him? Even if it was a contractor who knew White Night in the realm, he shouldn't have discovered the connection between Bruce, an ordinary human, and White Night — unless there was a connection between them that he didn't know except that they shared the same soul. And what was the purpose of this person?
But no matter what, he had to kill him.
Bruce had already obtained all the information he could from the corpse. He slowly stood up and made a decision. At this time, his face was cold, and his deep black eyes flashed with indifference and cruelty. He was like a dagger dipped in poison, which could silently slit the throat or pierce the heart at any time.
"… Jones?" Morgan's hesitant voice sounded.
Bruce was awakened from his thoughts. He blinked and looked at Morgan, who had appeared beside him without him noticing. "What?" The feeling he gave off suddenly became harmless.
Morgan couldn't help but wonder if the dangerous Bruce he had seen earlier was just an illusion. "Are you okay?" Without waiting for Bruce to answer, he added, "We'll get him." He patted Bruce's shoulder and said, "We'll catch him."
Bruce laughed. "Of course."
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Garcia carried her bag and walked in from the entrance of the restaurant. She said a few words to the waiter at the door and was led by the waiter to a table.
"Good evening, I hope I'm not too late. After all, this is an unplanned dinner party, but it's full of surprises." After greeting her teammates, Garcia sat down in an empty seat. "Whose idea was this? I have to say that it's great, especially after not seeing my prince for more than half a month." She smiled and said to Bruce, who was sitting beside her, and JJ, who was sitting on the other side.
They were in a Chinese restaurant at the moment.
Morgan pretended to be unhappy and shook his head. JJ also laughed. "It was your knight's idea, but it was your prince who suggested Chinese food."
In reality, it was because the sky was getting dark and work was coming to an end. Since they were in the area, the team members originally planned to go home. Bruce, who knew his culinary skills well, asked Morgan about the restaurants nearby that had good reviews. Morgan had a few properties in Quantico and one of them was nearby, so he knew more about it. Later, Morgan suggested that they eat together.
The few of them chatted and laughed. Their topics ranged from caring about Bruce's health to JJ's pregnancy. Yes, their team's external liaison officer was about to become a mother, although on the surface, it didn't seem obvious.
"If you want to take a vacation or not go out in the field, just let me know." Hotch's expression was not as serious as usual.
The dishes were quickly served. Bruce looked at the most famous Chinese dish introduced by the waiter: Zuo Zongtang's Chicken. In fact, he had lived in China for more than 20 years in his previous life, but he had never eaten this most famous Chinese dish even once.
He picked up a piece and tasted it. It was sweet and sour. Other than the different ingredients, the taste was similar to sweet and sour pork ribs. It didn't seem to be much different from the gravy chicken cutlets he used to eat, other than having a very Chinese name.
Bruce looked at the dishes on the table. 'Cooked beef with almost raw broccoli stir-fried beef with broccoli? Moo shu pork without fungus, moo shu, cucumber, etc., should be more appropriately called shredded pork with lettuce? ' 'Kung Pao Chicken with orange juice and chili?' What was even more outrageous was that the mapo tofu was made with deep-fried tofu!
Bruce pushed away the main dish in front of him. It was called hibiscus egg, but it was actually gravy fried omelet rice. He put down his chopsticks with an indescribable expression. Even though his culinary skills … He should have gone back and cooked himself a bowl of noodles for dinner.
"How's the taste? This is the Chinese restaurant with the most positive reviews around here. I often come here to try Chinese food. "Morgan raised his glass to Bruce. There was a slightly swaying red wine inside.
"… It's amazing." Bruce felt that the scene in front of him was out of place. He turned around and teased Reid who was sitting on the other side of him. He was struggling with the noodles with his chopsticks and had yet to eat a bite. Then, he called the waiter to get him a fork.
"How can more than a billion Chinese people use these two things as tools to eat?" Reid picked up the fork and put down his chopsticks. He was still a little angry.
"Actually, only you." Bruce looked around. He controlled his gaze not to stay too long on Hotch who was holding the chopsticks with his left hand. Although he was a little unfamiliar with the chopsticks, he still attracted his attention. Although his team members were not very familiar with their movements, they were still able to handle the chopsticks in their hands. "Looks like your high IQ of 187 can't help you in certain aspects." He skillfully picked up the rice with his chopsticks.
Reid saw Bruce's mischievous smile and pretended to be regretful. He glared at him and turned his head away, refusing to talk.
"Bruce, I can't believe I've only seen you in this form today." Garcia's voice was full of condemnation. She took out her phone and waved it in front of Bruce. On the screen was a picture of Bruce cosplaying. "I dare say that this picture has captured the hearts of countless girls. You should know that this picture has been pinned at the top of the Warcraft forum. It's still very popular."
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. No matter how stunning Bruce's costume was, it did not change the fact that this picture was left at the crime scene. It clearly pointed out that Bruce was the murderer's next target.
"Uhh, I just wanted to say that this is really cool." Garcia looked at everyone and seemed a little nervous.
"Thanks for the compliment, but I think I look cooler when I'm chasing the murderer." Bruce smiled to show that he did not mind.
"That's true, baby.
Girl, you haven't seen him throw the dagger directly at the murderer. "Morgan continued and looked at Bruce." Hey, you're Chinese, right? Is this Chinese Kung Fu? "
"…"
The three most popular impressions of Chinese Kung Fu among foreigners were Chinese cuisine, traditional Chinese medicine, and Chinese Kung Fu. Bruce felt that there was a big misunderstanding in all of these.
After dinner, everyone said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways.
Bruce was about to take a taxi back. His house was a little far from here. A car stopped in front of him and the window was rolled down. "Get in, I'll send you back."
It was Hotch.
The surprise came too suddenly. Bruce was not sure if he was smiling when he got in the car.
The car drove through the road. Bruce was a little anxious about the quiet atmosphere in the car. He casually found a topic to talk about. "Thank you for the real estate agent you introduced last time …" He said and then stopped.
Eh, something was not right. Would it be sarcastic if he said that after his new house became a crime scene?
"Erm … What I mean is, the house is fine, although there was a little …" He stopped talking and lowered his head dejectedly. It was still a little strange to say this, and he wanted to knock on his own head to see if he could get his IQ back.
"I have a lot of responsibility for things to come to this. I'm sorry." Hotch looked at the road ahead. Only the streetlights outside the car illuminated his expression.
Huh? What was going on? Bruce was confused. "What do you mean?"
"If I hadn't sent you to that party, you wouldn't have been targeted by a serial killer."
"Wait, why would you think that?" Bruce did not know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that. He looked at Hotch who was driving. "This has nothing to do with you. You just did what you were supposed to do."
Hotch turned his head to look at Bruce. He was sure that his words were sincere and there was no resentment. He noticed that Bruce's expression was sincere and even gentle.
Hotch knew that he did what he was supposed to do, but sometimes these things did not lead to good results. Just like now, he did not think that he was not responsible.
After a moment of silence, Hotch asked, "If you need any protection …"
"No, no, no. If you're referring to the police officers loitering outside my house 24 hours a day or some kind of protective quarantine, I don't need it." Bruce cut him off. "I'll be careful. You know my combat evaluation results this year. It won't be easy to subdue me."
…
When he got out of the car, Bruce heard Hotch's voice. "Be careful. If you need anything, feel free to contact me."
Bruce turned to look at Hotch. The headlights on the top of the car shone on Hotch's face. Their eyes met, and Bruce felt that he was about to lose control of his emotions. He averted his gaze awkwardly. "I will. Please don't feel guilty or apologetic because of this. This really has nothing to do with you." My heart will ache for you.
Then, he hurriedly said goodbye and disappeared into the residential area not far away.
The more he spent time with Hotch, the more he realized how precious he was.
Bruce strolled in the night and looked up at the sky. "The moon is so beautiful tonight."
Ever since Bruce realized this feeling, he started to look forward to this new life and life.
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