Bruce slowly walked out of the hospital,
He walked on the sidewalk under the shade of the trees,
His expression was a little blank,
His mind was also empty, and he was not thinking about anything.
He continued to walk along the path.
Aimlessly, and did not try to figure out the direction.
"Hey,
Be careful when you walk. "There was a dissatisfied voice,
Bruce did not care,
He was pulled back,
"Young man,
Are you okay? "
Bruce seemed to have finally come back to his senses. He looked around,
On the sidewalk, there was an endless stream of cars,
The morning sun shone on his body, but there was not much warmth. Instead, something cold hit his face.
Bruce closed his eyes and felt something fall on his eyelids and then slide down. It's raining?
He raised his head to look at the sky,
Only to find that there were countless pieces of white floating in the air.
This is... It's snowing...
"Are you okay,
Young man? "
Bruce looked at the source of the voice and found an old man sitting in a wheelchair beside him. "I'm fine,
Sorry I almost bumped into you just now. "He curled the corners of his mouth,
He wanted to smile, but he found it a little difficult.
"I didn't stop you because of that,
You don't look well,
Take advantage of the weekend to rest well,
There's nothing in life that can't be overcome. If there's anything you need help with, you can call me. " The old man smiled at Bruce, stuffed a business card into Bruce's hand, and then controlled the wheelchair to leave.
Bruce felt a little confused. He could only attribute it to the old man's enthusiasm. He casually looked at the business card in his hand and suddenly paused, his eyes narrowing.
After wandering aimlessly on the street, Bruce was about to take a taxi back when he realized that he had left his backpack in Hotch's ward. However, he did not want to go back to get it now.
At least not now. He could not face Hotch's serious and unmoved face. Of course, this was not because he wanted to give up. He was afraid that he could not even give up. He just needed a little more time.
Bruce shivered slightly and wiped his face. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. It was not even November. He could still wear short-sleeved shirts yesterday, but it was snowing today? Bruce touched the exposed skin on his arm and took out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.
He pressed the button. Very good, it did not light up. The last time it was charged was the day before yesterday in the office. He felt his pockets again. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and tight jeans. There were only two candies in the pockets. He had thrown his wallet into his bag because he felt uncomfortable in his pockets.
A feeling of irritation arose spontaneously. He had tried his best not to think about what had happened in the past two days, but he still felt very depressed. Now, he even had an impulse to destroy something.
The snow suddenly became heavier. Originally, it was only a thin white that was difficult to distinguish. Now, it had turned into a large snowflake that danced in the air, layer upon layer, fluttering about.
'Did … he do this?' Bruce was a little slow to realize, but he was a little confused. He didn't expect it to snow.
His mind was a little blank. He unconsciously stared at a tree not far away from him. Snowflakes fell on the tree, but they did not melt or pile up. Instead, as if they had a life of their own, they turned into a layer of ice and quickly spread. Soon, a layer of ice covered the entire tree.
Bruce was shocked. He looked around. It was just ordinary snow around him. The frozen tree was particularly eye-catching. He was a little confused. He stared at a car parked by the side of the road. After a few seconds, the surface of the car also condensed a thin layer of ice. Startled, he quickly averted his gaze.
However, when Bruce realized that wherever his attention was, there was a tendency to freeze, he simply closed his eyes.
'Stop.' He said to himself. Bruce was not completely clueless about the use of his ability. He had also experienced snow and stopped snow. When he made himself stay calm and put his energy into controlling his ability, he soon succeeded in doing so.
Bruce opened his eyes and looked at the sky. The snow had stopped. He carefully confirmed that when his attention stopped at a certain place, that place would not mysteriously freeze. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
A sudden wave of exhaustion swept over him. His body seemed to have suddenly lost its strength. He weakly staggered back two steps. Someone grabbed his arm to steady him.
"Thank you." Bruce said. When the dizziness subsided, he turned to look at the person who held him. He paused. "Professor X." It was the old man in the wheelchair.
"You know me?" The old man was a little surprised. There was no doubt that this was an admission of his identity.
"I saw a post about you on the forum. You just gave me a business card."
"Oh, Tribute." Professor X nodded. "You're from Tribute?"
Bruce felt that his question was a little strange. "If you're referring to the users of the forum, I am."
Professor X smiled. "So you're not." He did not continue the topic. Instead, he said, "Very good control ability. I thought your ability was related to the mind."
Why? Although Bruce was puzzled, the exhaustion and dizziness that came from his body made him unable to ask any more questions. He only said, "It's an honor to meet you, Professor X. Unfortunately, I'm not in the right state to talk. Can I borrow your phone? My battery is dead. "
"Of course, it's my fault."
However, when Bruce held Professor X's phone in his hand, he did not move. This was because he realized that he did not remember the cell numbers of his team members at all, except for Hotch's. However, Hotch was still seriously injured and lying in the hospital bed. He borrowed the phone because he did not want to go back to the hospital to get his backpack.
After standing there for a while, he returned the phone to Professor X. "This may be a little presumptuous, but can you lend me some money? I lost my bag …" Bruce was a little embarrassed. "I'll return it to you as soon as I get back."
Professor X looked at him and took the phone. He took out his wallet and took out a few green Franklins. "Is this enough?"
"It's not that much." Bruce kept one and returned the rest. "Thank you very much. I'll return the money to you when I get back." Bruce was most grateful that Professor X did not ask anything.
"Don't worry. You look like you need a good rest."
He took a taxi back to his house. Bruce did not have the keys with him, so he smashed the floor-to-ceiling window diagonally behind the house, next to the kitchen, and entered the house. Then, he impatiently turned off the alarm.
He felt tired and hungry. He had not eaten since last night, and he did not sleep at all. To make matters worse, his head was very dizzy and his body felt cold. Bruce collapsed weakly on the sofa. He took out a candy from his pocket, opened the package, and put it in his mouth. He was a little glad that he had a habit of carrying some snacks with him. He almost did not have the strength to walk to the bedroom. He just lay on the sofa and closed his eyes.
However, not long after, Bruce was woken up again. It was the familiar sound of a police siren. He opened his eyes and sat up just in time to see a police officer with a gun breaking into the house.
"Sir, you are under arrest on suspicion of burglary." The police obviously also noticed the figure on the sofa.
Damn it! Can't you let me have a good night's sleep?
Bruce was so angry that he wanted to laugh.
However, he had to admit that after this series of events, he did not even have the energy to be angry. Even the depressed feeling in his heart dissipated a lot.
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