"Bruce?"
Prentiss's voice snapped Bruce out of his daze. He couldn't help but yawn. Then he opened his eyes slightly and looked at his team members with an innocent expression.
Prentiss couldn't help but laugh. "If you need to rest …"
"No, at least not before this is over." Bruce looked at Bellanck in the detention room and found that Reid had walked out. "How's the situation?"
"Still the same. He denies that he did those things, but when I mentioned the Narnia Sacrifice, he became very agitated and said that he wanted to talk to the person who said it. He said that he would only talk to that person." Reid shrugged.
"So …" Bruce couldn't help but yawn again. He reached out his hand and brushed his hair. "Then I'll go in?" He looked at Hotch, completely unaware that Hotch had messed up his hair and even raised a strand of hair.
Hotch looked at Bruce's head for two seconds. Reid, who was standing beside Bruce, quickly pressed down the strand of hair and received a confused look from Bruce. "Reid, you go in with Jones." Hotch shifted his gaze to Reid.
The two of them walked into the detention room. When Bruce entered the room, he gave off a different vibe.
His aura was invisible, but it was something that could be felt.
"This is …" Reid walked into the room first and was about to introduce Bruce. He looked back at Bruce and paused.
"Agent Bruce Jones, FBI," Bruce said in a low but gentle voice. "Perhaps you can call me White Night." The last two words were in Chinese. He walked to the table and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Berbank seemed to be frightened. He took a few steps back and even forgot that he was sitting on a chair. He almost fell to the ground together with the chair.
Reid sat on the chair next to Bruce without saying a word and looked at the slightly strange situation.
"It's an honor to meet you, White Night." After a moment of silence, Bellanck looked up with an inexplicable fanaticism on his face. When he said "White Night", he didn't use the foreign transliteration with a strange accent, but white.
night。
White Night was not a name to begin with, but a nickname. It referred to the large area of ice created by his ability in battle and the nightmarish sleepless nights.
"Your name?" Bruce still used the same gentle tone.
"Ha … Haque." Bellanck was very excited. He seemed to want to reach out and shake Bruce's hand, but he retreated under Bruce's gaze.
That pair of pitch-black eyes seemed bottomless, and you couldn't see the reflection of yourself or anything around you. This wasn't the disdain of a superior, but a kind of complete indifference.
Nothing could be placed in his eyes.
This was the attitude and expression of a rank 4 contestant in the realm, a veteran at the top of the pyramid, White Night.
From the diary, Bruce understood that the contestant who came to this world was not of the same level as him, but followed him to this world through a special tracking tool. Moreover, he had a fanatical worship for him.
As for this' Haque 'Bellanck in front of him, no matter if it was the contestant who used a special method to transfer his consciousness, or Bellanck's split personality, he would undoubtedly continue to worship him. As long as he saw this familiar or repeatedly described White Night.
"You seem to have something to say to me?" Bruce was somewhat absent-minded. "Then say it."
Reid was dumbfounded when he saw Berrank confess to the crime he had committed and even describe the process of the crime in detail.
"Do you still remember me?" When Bruce and Reid were about to leave, Bellanck, who called himself 'Haque', suddenly asked.
"No." Bruce picked up the folder, arranged the chair, and did not give him a look.
"I knew it. People like you, how many Orcs have you killed with your sword …"
Bruce roughly knew that he was talking about an invasion type battlefield mission in World of Warcraft. Their main mission or ultimate goal was to seize more than half of the world's world's origin and make it a world derived from the realm of reincarnation. They were no match for the most powerful Moon God in that world, so they could only target some demigods with a background or some race's heritage items. In order to prevent the low-rank contestants from dying before the final battle, he went to save them. His purpose was to let these cannon fodders play a role in the most difficult final battle. Because his opponents were also low-rank, he could basically kill them all with a single slash.
Under such circumstances, it was not surprising that a person who was saved by him in despair and saw his strength would worship him.
After figuring out the cause and effect, Bruce felt a little bored, but he was also curious about how the contestant transferred his spirit or consciousness to Bellanck. The familiarity he showed with the mission could not be achieved just by listening to other people's stories. Although he did not seem to have taken control of the body, the situation of the contestant seemed to be of some significance to Bruce.
"I know you now, through this clumsy Narnia Sacrifice." Bruce glanced at him and walked out.
"That's Evan." Haque looked at Bruce's back and explained anxiously, "I used to tell him some stories, like the magic savior, the rich second generation iron can, and so on. Do you know the tallest building in New York? Some time ago, he accidentally found that the world was not what he thought it was, so he came up with this Narnia Sacrifice that was completely impossible from the beginning. If it were not for the fact that it was difficult for me to get out, things would not have come to this point. "
When Bruce and Reid walked out of the detention room, Reid looked like he had seen a ghost. "Is this some kind of hypnotism? How did you go in and say a few words and make him tell you everything? And bring out his other personality? "
Bruce joked. "It has nothing to do with hypnotism. It's probably some kind of talent, just like your IQ. What do you think if I go to Hollywood with my acting skills?"
"Hey, Bruce, if you do this again …"
"Okay, okay, I just happened to show an image in his mind that had a great impact on him through that diary." Not wanting Reid to question him, Bruce quickly asked, "Do you know the tallest building in New York?"
"Stark Tower." Reid tilted his head to express his anger. It was rare that he did not explain.
"Are you kidding me?" Bruce looked surprised.
…
"Jones." The case was over. When the team left the police station, Hotch called out to Bruce. "I don't deny your bravery and success in dealing with the murderer alone, but you should trust us more."
They were standing under a tree by the roadside of the police station. Bruce lowered his head slightly to avoid Hotch's gaze.
There was no way to explain this. It had nothing to do with trust, and his original purpose was not to arrest the murderer. However, it was true that he couldn't completely trust them. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he instinctively or reflexively had doubts. Not emotionally, but physically, just like how he would be wary of the gun behind him, no matter who the gun was, even if he knew it was someone he should trust.
"I think you know that it was reckless of you to deal with the murderer alone. We're a team. I hope you can promise me that you won't do such a thing in the future." Hotch's voice was slightly heavier.
"I promise I won't rush in alone without informing you." Bruce was obviously a little uncomfortable, even though his heart was jumping with joy. He bit his lip. "I'll try …" He didn't continue.
To trust.
Hotch understood Bruce's unfinished words and said, "You played a very important role in this case. Your original injury is probably fine now?" Seeing Bruce nod, he said, "Welcome back."
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