Foyet had escaped from prison. Not long after they dragged their tired bodies back to the Quantico headquarters, they received the news. Bruce was dumbfounded. This efficiency was way too high. Later, they learned that the local police had found all the electricity, heat, and water piping diagrams of all the prisons, detention centers, and courts in Massachusetts. Foyet had spent ten years memorizing these diagrams to ensure that he could escape even if he was arrested.
This was a crazy, yet rational, intelligent, and patient serial killer who was cruel to everyone, including himself. After escaping, he was as hard to track down as a bird returning to the forest. It was not difficult for Bruce to imagine that this person would be eyeing them from the dark. He had tasted defeat because of them.
The team members looked solemn, but they knew that before Foyet struck again, it was almost impossible for them to catch him. But who knew if Foyet would target one of them when he struck again. And Bruce, who was the first to see through Foyet's disguise and capture him, obviously hated him the most.
Bruce did not seem to notice their gazes. He tidied up the things on the table and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "It's already so late. I'll head back first. See you guys tomorrow." He waved his hand and left them with a suave view of his back.
"If I remember correctly, tomorrow is the weekend?" Prentiss's serious expression turned a little helpless. They looked at each other and smiled.
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[Death is the deepest fear of mankind. I've always known this. You'll only be more afraid when you've almost faced it directly. Byakuya's story began with a traffic accident. After that, as an ordinary person, he had closed his eyes forever. When he opened his eyes again in the city of Ping 'an, which was full of demons and monsters, he was already a contestant in the realm. In that cold winter where snow was swirling everywhere …]
Bruce stopped writing and looked at his phone. It was almost time. He closed the thick notebook and prepared to go to work. After changing his clothes, he stared at himself in the mirror for a while. He touched his face on the cold mirror and fell into some thoughts.
Last weekend, Bruce visited Bellanck in prison. To be precise, he visited the contestant Haque. His goal was the lightsaber mentioned in his diary. Unlike the equipment Bruce used as a contestant, which were mostly made with special enchantment runes, Haque's lightsaber was a high-tech product. It made use of energy batteries and a special firing array to form pure energy blades. Bruce guessed that the light sword would not be rejected by the laws of this world and could be used in this world.
This was indeed the case. At this time, the 20cm lightsaber hilt was tied to his right calf, replacing the original foldable long knife. He had seen the beautiful sky-blue blade of this lightsaber before. There was a circular hole in the wall of his house, which was proof of its destructive power. He did not even need to make a piercing motion. He just directly turned on the switch in the wall to create this hole.
This was undoubtedly a powerful weapon. Although its range was limited by the one-meter long blade, it was still very powerful. To a normal person, it was not as good as a gun, but to Bruce who was proficient in using long knives, it was undoubtedly a boost to his strength. The difference between a samurai sword and a long sword was not big. Most of them were perfectly straight with only a slight curve at the end.
This was also the reason why Haque was willing to tell Bruce the location of this weapon. This weapon was useless to a normal person like him. Even using this kind of high-tech item that should not exist in this world would bring him trouble. Bruce did not intend to use it with great fanfare. He only used it as an insurance. After all, this world may have some powerful combat power that exceeded the normal person's scope.
But Haque also put forward a condition: He wanted to know the legendary story of the contestant White Night, from beginning to end.
Of course, Bruce did not think of his experience as a legend. He only thought of it as a forced and embarrassing struggle. But to Haque, from an ordinary person step by step to the top of the contestant's strength in the realm, and to let this name be widely known, this was a legend.
Bruce agreed to this condition. Although the lightsaber was already in his hands, under normal circumstances, he was a person who kept his promises. Not to mention, since the last case, he had the idea of reflecting on his past.
The set alarm rang, suddenly waking Bruce up. He looked at himself in the mirror: That was all in the past. Bruce told himself that recalling the past was not an easy thing. He still remembered the helpless, desperate, indifferent, gloomy and even twisted bloodthirsty himself during that time.
At this moment, he began to feel that being able to become Bruce and get rid of those memories for 18 years was actually a kind of blessing. Even though he was strong and determined enough in the later time in the realm of reincarnation, this period of life was indeed his new life, because he began to have the ability to start looking forward to beautiful things.
Bruce washed his face with cold water, picked up his bag and walked out of the door. When he arrived at the workplace, his usual smile was on his face.
"Good morning, beautiful ladies." Bruce greeted them.
The three ladies in the group gathered together to chat before work started. After JJ got pregnant, their topics often revolved around the baby in JJ's stomach, from various methods to prevent miscarriage, to the baby's name, and even their future fantasies. Bruce could not get a word in.
But today seemed to be different. Garcia had already shared the news with him with an excited (gossipy) smile. "Good morning, Bruce. Did you know, when I came this morning, I saw Hotch receive a bouquet of flowers from the front desk. Oh my god, I don't know which lady sent it. I don't think I heard that Hotch has a girlfriend. Could it be a suitor? Today is Valentine's Day. "
Bruce blinked and did not speak.
"Although I didn't see it, I heard that it was a bouquet of white hyacinths," Prentiss said.
"I came early and saw it too. It was a big bouquet and beautifully packaged." JJ looked interested. "I remember that hyacinths are your favorite flower. Bruce, do you know what hyacinths are in the flower language?"
"Erm …" Bruce thought for a while. "There are many different types of hyacinths. Generally speaking, the purple hyacinth represents sadness and intense love, the red one represents gratitude, the peach red one represents passion, and the pink one represents admiration and romance. As for the white one? I don't have much of an impression. "
"You really know a lot. I thought that men don't pay much attention to these things." Prentiss was a little surprised.
"It's my favorite flower after all. I don't know much about the rest. I only know about roses." Bruce shrugged.
"So, do you have any special plans today? You seem to be looking forward to it? "Prentiss asked with a smile.
These people's observational skills were too good. Bruce wailed in his heart, but on the surface, he pretended to be surprised. "Why do you say that? Unfortunately, no. You know that I've always been single. "
Prentiss nodded and the few of them began to talk about the weekend's anecdotes. Bruce secretly sighed in relief. His eyes subconsciously glanced in the direction of Hotch's office. He could only see a blurry figure through the blinds.
At that moment, in Hotch's office, Hotch sat in front of his desk and looked at the big bouquet of flowers on the table. Although he knew that the flowers must have gone through layers of checks and were not dangerous, he was still surprised to receive flowers. He could not think of anyone who would send him flowers in such a way.
Hotch picked up the card in the bouquet and opened it. On it was a simple "Happy Valentine's Day" and a signature.
Hotch frowned as he did not understand what it meant.
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