sinovels Chapter 21 Neighborhood Relations
Chapter 21 Neighborhood Relations
Reid has trouble sleeping.
In the past, he often suffered from insomnia. He used to toss and turn in bed all night but couldn't fall asleep. His dark circles lasted for two weeks at one point, and bloody and strange images that were automatically recurring in his mind.
But it's different now, he closed his eyes, and what appeared in front of his eyes was Scott's gentle eyes in the dim to somewhat warm light, and what lingered in his ears was his low, melodious, almost drowning voice.He whispered tirelessly in his ear over and over again:
"Are you still satisfied with this height? Otherwise, I will move it up for you?"
"Move it up again for you?"
Next, you, go up, move...
The words floated and floated before his eyes, flashes of multicolored colors, then flew away and back again, never dispersing around Scott's head.
Reid was so annoyed that he could only open his eyes.But all he saw was the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.
No cold sweats, no heart palpitations, no disorientation.
Turning over, reaching out to turn on the wall lamp beside the bed, Reid blocked the light with his hands, his eyes were sore from being pricked.After getting used to the brightness, Reid stared at the ceiling in a daze.
The ceiling in this room is the same as that of Scott next door.
Scott is not happy today.
Scott... stop! Reid had to stop his thoughts. He felt like his brain was like a computer that stored a lot of information and was now going crazy. The data in it was running wildly and chaotically.It was like laughing at his ignorance and weakness, bouncing around in his head all the time.
For the first time, Reid found it a nuisance that the brain stored too much information.
I looked at my watch, it was not yet twelve o'clock. Is Scott asleep? Reid stared blankly at the wall, as if he could see Scott on the other side of the wall if he just kept looking.
In fact, if he could see the current Scott, he would definitely throw away those inexplicable hesitation and confusion, and then contact Scott with a psychiatrist.
For example, a psychiatrist like the ogre who disappeared from federal prison just a few years ago.
Scott was smirking at the computer.
The light from the monitor hit his face, making his handsome face weird.
Especially the twitching of his shoulders, which looked like he had a stroke from a distance.
But the person on the other side of the computer didn't mean to dislike him at all, Sherlock smiled a little like him: "Are you still angry now, Scott?"
"Of course not, no! Not at all!" Scott used three syntaxes in a row to express his pleasure, "Sherlock, I have to remind you, if this continues, the doctor will be more aggressive than you."
"No, no, no, it's impossible, absolutely impossible." Sherlock used a more complex expression and a more emphatic sentence pattern than Scott, "He was still crying just now."
"..." Scott didn't know how to comment on this bad taste, he could only silently pray for the doctor in his heart, praying that he would wake up in good spirits tomorrow.
Sherloc closed his hands and pointed to his chin: "Now you know how badass Mycroft is? How about it, do you want to cooperate with me?"
oh? Scott narrowed his eyes, as if he knew why the doctor was there when Mycroft told him such things, Sherlock must have known about it and had spared no effort to bring about this situation.But who cares so much, the bastard Mycroft made a mistake first. Scott looked at the consultant detective leisurely: "What's the price?"
"What else do you want?" Sherlock's eyes flickered.
Scott spread his hands: "How do I know? Anyway, you have always been generous, otherwise you can promise me one more request. We will cooperate."
Sherlock agreed almost without thinking: "Deal."
"Oh, by the way, can you send me a copy of the video of mycroft being beaten? I'll take it out next time I'm angry." Scott's tone was as sincere as if he was asking what the professor's thesis topic was.
"Wait for me to edit it, and connect it in 360 degrees without dead ends, so as not to look uncomfortable." Sherlock's answer seemed to be saying that it was a hundred and one ways to solve the paper.
If mycroft saw the smiles on the faces of both Sherlock and Scott, he would definitely regret what he did to Sherlock when he was a child, and what Scott did to him when he was a child.
It's a pity that at this time all mycroft's eyes, ears and influence were kicked out of Baker Street by Sherlock a few hours ago, completely and cleanly.
After the video with Sherlock, Scott thought about Miller today.If the other party has noticed him, then Miller just joined the other party, maybe this is a job to test him.
Let miller kill him or something.
The fbi invited him to join, and the other party should know about it.That being the case, why didn't Miller make a move in the end?Based on Scott's understanding of him, the situation on the organization's side has definitely changed. Miller is a person who will not hesitate to sacrifice others or himself for the mission.
Scott's mind turned quickly, and it didn't take long for him to speculate on the possibility.He just solved a case with the fbi, and he is also very familiar with Reid.If he killed him out of nowhere, it would definitely attract the attention of the fbi.
In other words, their own value is not enough to allow the organization to take risks.This means that the organization does not know that he is the bait.But in line with the principle of not misplacing one, it's a bit difficult for the organization to attack... Scott looked at the wall and suddenly realized that the fbi's invitation was an important means for the organization to verify his identity.
The organization had just targeted him, and the fbi included him in its sphere of influence. This clearly told the organization the importance of Scott, so even if he was targeted, the organization would definitely get rid of him.However, he rejected the FBI's invitation. Perhaps in the organization's view, this turned into a failure of the federal government's talent-seeking action.He doesn't have any background, and he doesn't go for the organization, so he doesn't deserve to be monitored by the federal government for such a person.
In the final analysis, it was because of Reid that he was saved from being assassinated or facing the sword with Miller.
Thinking of Reid, Scott remembered the incoherent words he sat in front of the sofa with him today.
Except when solving cases and telling stories, it is generally difficult to find strict logic and clear order in Reid's words.His mind was so detached, but Scott understood him.This is entirely because he is too smart. Even if everyone's thinking is at the same starting point, at the same time, Reid's thinking content has jumped to another universe, but other people's thinking is still on the starting street.
Scott didn't know how to describe how he felt at that moment.
The person who was trusted as an uncle has never really believed in him.
The person who I thought was a friend after six years of acquaintance suddenly became a watcher.
At that point Scott was really at a loss, he didn't even know who to trust.I don't know why I still exist in this world, as if he is suddenly left alone in the dazed universe, alone.
It's a bit hypocritical to say so, and it's too unlike him.However, at that time, Scott really felt dazed, something he had never experienced in his past 23 years of life.
And at this time, Reid appeared in front of him. Although they hadn't known each other for long, although they didn't know each other well enough, there was no possibility of them using each other.At that time, Scott seemed to have found the imperfect part of himself that was lost in the universe, and he found the reason for existence.
In this regard, Scott is very grateful to Reid.He decided to cook Reid a big breakfast tomorrow and show his appreciation by making him a big dinner when he got back.
Scott slept soundly after making his decision.
So the next day, Scott, who was full of energy, knocked on the door of Reid's house, and Reid came to answer the door soon, but his sleepy appearance made Scott feel that he might fall asleep at any time.
"Reid, have you been up all night?" Scott could only think of one possibility.
Reid looked at his face and closed the door angrily, thinking that the culprit of his insomnia had asked him so innocently if he had been up all night. Scott was taken aback by the sound of the door closing. He was still thinking about what happened at the door, but Reid opened the door again: "What's the matter?"
"I prepared breakfast, let's eat together."
Reid nodded: "I'll be right there." He turned and went in after saying that, but this time the door was left open.
Scott didn't go in, but waited at the door. Five minutes later, Reid tidied up his bag and came out, and he also locked his own door.
Sitting down with Scott at his family's dining table, Reid expressed his doubts about the sumptuous breakfast: "Is today a special day?"
"No, I just want to make it for you to eat." Scott smiled softly and calmly.
Reid froze imperceptibly when he held the spoon, and was immediately covered up by himself.
The dining table in Scott's house was placed near the window, which was the most desirable position in the living room chosen by the two of them after discussion.In the evening, the sun will shine in from the window, and when you open the curtains in the morning, you can see the sunny scenery outside.
But now, the summer morning sun shines on the street outside, giving people a cool but never indifferent feeling of surprise. Scott sat in the shadows, smiling like sunshine.It's more like autumn, neither too hot nor too cool.
Reid looked away unconsciously, and began to lose his appetite.
"...I'm full." Reid put down the cutlery.
Scott didn't say anything, just smiled at him.The smile in his shadow was blurred and indistinct, making it hard for Reid to see clearly.
In fact, this was just an illusion that Reid was too sleepy, but he didn't know it himself.
He didn't force Reid to eat more, because people who stayed up all night had no appetite, Scott could understand.He stood up: "Then let me take you to work. It's too unsafe for you to go to work like this now."
"I'm fine!" Reid waved his hand, trying to deny Scott's request.
"Well," Scott folded his arms and smiled, then pointed to the wallpaper on the opposite wall: "How many black flowers are there on that wallpaper?"
Reid squinted his eyes for a while: "48... no, 47."
"Darling 39, you're really sleepy and can't keep your eyes open." Scott joked. "I don't want to spread the news that the FBI agent had breakfast at my place in the morning and had an accident within an hour of leaving the house."
No matter how sleepy Reid is, such words still can't fool him: "The cause of death will definitely not be poisoning, don't worry."
"I'm sure about that," he breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Reid, "but I'm worried about you going to work alone."
He deliberately lowered his voice with a bit of grievance and loss, and Reid had a strange thought in his heart that it would be a heinous crime not to let him send him off. He looked up at Scott helplessly: "Then I will trouble you, just stop being so coquettish. , how old are you?"
Scott pursed his lips and smiled and said nothing. To deal with some people, of course you have to use tough ones, but for someone like you like Reid, it is more effective to use soft ones appropriately.
When Scott drove his car out of the garage, Reid was still a little bit unresponsive: "Didn't you say there is no car?"
"I bought it later." Scott replied as a matter of course.
Reid didn't say anything, and was a little dazed looking at the smooth off-road vehicle in front of him. It was a very domineering vehicle, and it was very suitable for Scott.
Scott drove very steadily along the way, Reid was still a little concerned about the car, and fell asleep leaning on the seat after a while.Downstairs, Scott looked at Reid's peaceful profile, and couldn't bear to wake him up.