On the weekend,
Bruce made a trip to New York State,
In the Clinton Prison, near the Canadian border in the northeast,
This was where Bellanck was imprisoned,
It was a maximum-security prison, and most of the prisoners were felons.
"Hello,
Haque. "Bruce looked at him and recognized who he was,
A rich young man who lived in a peaceful environment,
Even though he was a serial killer,
He was still worlds apart from the contractors who had experienced the space,
"I'm glad I didn't come here in vain."
Bruce came once last month to fulfill his promise, the deal of the Lightsaber,
After more than half a year, he reviewed his experience in the reincarnation space and wrote it down. But the last time he met Bellanck,
He could only return empty-handed.
"It'll be me from now on. Just call me Evan Beranke. I'm Evan Beranke." Haque's face was filled with obvious joy,
"That kid who hasn't experienced anything can't stand life in prison,
He gave it up himself. "
Bruce understood what he meant. Originally, Haque only used some method to transfer his spirit to Bellanck's body,
But he didn't have much ability to control his body,
After all, he wasn't the owner of his body.
"Then, hello,
Evan. "Bruce pulled out a chair and sat down,
He handed Bellanck a dozen pieces of paper. He didn't mention that the person in front of him had given up on being transferred to a lower-security prison by Bellanck's rich father,
In such a high-security prison, prisoners would be held in solitary confinement for longer periods of time and have less activity. This was obviously just a means for Haque to take over his body.
"Let me see." Bellanck couldn't wait to open it.
In fact, this was already the second version. The first version that was originally written in the notebook contained too many thoughts and experiences. Of course, Bruce couldn't take that version out for others to see. Thus, he sorted out the second printed version, which was a third-person account like a bystander. Moreover, it only described the events, and it was the kind of concise language. The first version, written in the first person, was locked by Bruce in the safe in his room.
The two did not talk much. Although Bellanck had asked him about some of his experiences, he gave up when he saw Bruce's cold expression. He still had a kind of worship for Bai Ye.
Soon, an hour had passed, and Bellanck had not even flipped through one-third of the paper in his hand. Although Bruce had tried his best to be concise, after all, he had experienced more than 30 derivative worlds in the space of reincarnation.
"I'll come again next time." Bruce took back the papers. He did not intend to leave them here. This was one of the reasons why he did not choose to send them directly. Some of these things may have never happened in this world, just like the World of Warcraft that Haque wrote in his diary decades ago. After all, this was still a huge mystery in Reid's heart.
Before leaving, Bruce asked, "I want to know how you transferred your consciousness." His question was a little vague. There was a camera here. This was the second reason why he had come.
"You don't know? Then you're now … "Bellanck was surprised, and then he showed a strange smile." That's another deal. Anyway, you'll come again next time. Let's talk about it next time. "
Bruce took out his backpack and gun from the locker and glanced at his phone. He could not help but frown. In just a short hour, there were five missed calls from Garcia. Did something happen? Although he received a call from JJ in the morning saying that there was a new case, he flew here last night in order to make it in time for visiting this morning and missed the case.
Bruce walked out of the prison. The early autumn afternoon sun made him squint uncomfortably. He listened to the voice mail.
"Bruce, Hotch is injured. Emily found gunshot marks and blood in his apartment. Please call back if you hear this."
"Bruce, I'm scared. We've sent out a public announcement. The police and technicians have also gone to Hotch's apartment, but they found nothing. Will Hotch … Where are you at this time? Why aren't you answering the phone?! Don't tell me something happened to you? It's unusual that you can't get through to your phone. Please call me back, I beg you … "
The two messages played. Bruce listened to Garcia's anxious and slightly choked voice on the phone. He almost dropped his phone, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Why did this happen? Wasn't everything fine when he got off work yesterday afternoon? Why was Hotch's life and death unknown after only ten hours?
Bruce could not believe it. He thought it was ridiculous. But soon, he felt an eerie sense of familiarity.
Life is so fragile. Didn't you already know that?
Didn't the important people in your life leave you one by one?
There are some things that you can never grasp.
Thoughts quickly flashed through Bruce's mind. Before he was overwhelmed by negative emotions, he finally found a bit of rationality and pressed the return call button on the phone that he had been holding tightly.
"Thank God, you finally called me back." As soon as the call was connected, Garcia's voice came from the phone.
"How … How is he? Did you find him? "Bruce's voice was trembling.
"Yes … Yes." Garcia had never seen Bruce like this before. He was slightly stunned. "I called all the hospitals near Hotch's apartment. I found him. He's at St. Sebastian Hospital. He was left in front of the hospital with blood all over his body this morning. Emily has already gone there."
"Is he okay?" Bruce's voice was terrifyingly low. He closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath as if he was waiting for some kind of judgment.
"I don't know yet, but I think he'll be fine …"
"I'll go back now. Let me know if there's any news." Bruce hung up the phone and went straight to the airport. He had booked a ticket to fly back at night, but he remembered that there was another flight in the afternoon when he booked the ticket two days ago. It was about an hour later, so he could rush back in time.
Unfortunately, Bruce did not receive a call from Garcia until he boarded the plane. As he looked at the ground through the window of the plane, Bruce felt his heart sink.
He slowly closed his eyes and could hear his own heartbeat. It was as if he was immersed in darkness, and boundless fear drowned him.
He tried hard to recall Hotch's appearance. He had paid enough attention to Hotch that he would inadvertently look at Hotch. In the past, as long as he wanted to, Hotch's voice would easily appear in his mind. Serious, quiet, smiling … But now, he was horrified to find that he could not even picture a clear figure in his mind.
Was he too greedy? Life was so fragile. Friendship and love were not important. It was fine as long as he was alive.
.....
After getting off the plane, Bruce immediately called Garcia.
"I don't know if this is good news. Although he's still alive, he was stabbed nine times, but his aorta was not damaged. The doctor performed surgery on him, but he's still in a coma …" Garcia said to him, his voice was filled with sadness.
When Bruce rushed to the hospital, it had been nearly four hours since he was released from prison. Prentiss, JJ, and Morgan were standing in the corridor not far from the ward.
"I heard …" Bruce could not continue. He paused. "How's Hotch?"
"Hotch has woken up. Foyet did it," Prentiss told him.
After four hours of torment, Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, his heart sank again. JJ continued, "Foyet took a page with the letter B in Hotch's plan. He also left a photo of Haley and Jack for Hotch. When we found out, we immediately found Haley and Jack. They were quickly sent away. You know, protective custody."
This meant that before Foyet was caught, Hotch would not be able to see Haley and Jack again. For safety reasons, he would not even know where they were. Without a doubt, this was torture for Hotch.
When he arrived at the door of the ward, Bruce heard Hotch say to Rossi, "I promised Haley that we would catch him. But the truth is, if he doesn't kill again, we won't be able to track him. He didn't kill anyone for ten years just to see Shaunessy break down. What will Jack remember about me after ten years?" Hotch's voice was still low and steady, but Bruce saw tears in Hotch's eyes as he lay on the bed.
Bruce's heart clenched as if it was gripped tightly by something.
Why didn't you kill Foyet?
Why did you think you could easily toy with Foyet?
Why couldn't you … protect him?
It's all because you were too arrogant. You thought you were a veteran, and you despised those who were hostile to you. You thought they were no match for you.
It's all your fault. Bruce scolded himself in his heart. You're not even a normal person, let alone a mutant or Iron Man!
After Rossi left, Bruce walked into the ward.
Hotch glanced at Bruce and closed his eyes again as if he was tired.
Bruce leaned against the wall and did not speak for a long time. He stared at the rise and fall of his chest.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
