The path of genius evolution

Chapter 40

It is not easy for Reid to find Scott. He has no idea where Scott is going and what he is doing, and he doesn't even know why Scott is here.

And the message Scott left didn't include expecting to find him by himself.He completely, excluded himself from the action.

But why would sherlock and watson ask him for help?They thought they had the key to finding Scott, so they did it... Reid's mind was in a mess.He drank a cup of coffee and had to turn on the computer.

This computer was given to him by Scott, because he doesn't like modern technology electronic products, so he didn't have it before. After Scott took it, he never used it. Scott himself came to use it, but Google's satellite map is still very conscientious.

As soon as Reid finished his cup of coffee, he felt a little hungry.Drinking coffee on an empty stomach does not feel good, the moisture in the mouth makes all the internal organs start clamoring and writhing. Reid stood up and opened the refrigerator, which contained only a few loaves of bread.The pudding was also bought, and it looked very deserted. Reid looked around, he didn't have a kitchen in his house.It wasn't necessary in the past, and it wasn't necessary after Scott came, but now I've gotten used to it.He took out a piece of bread, and before he sat down, he heard a knock on the door.

Reid was still wondering who was looking for him at this time. He opened the door, only to find that Dr. Watson, who was temporarily living next door, was standing at the door of his house with a spatula and a cute teddy bear apron.

Scott would wear that apron occasionally, but at the moment it fit the doctor perfectly.

"Spencer, do you want to have dinner?" Watson asked.

Reid froze a bit.As a profiler, he could tell that Watson was a little cramped and nervous, but there was no malice. Reid was never good at dealing with invitations from people he didn't know very well, especially the last time his sherlock had a bad conversation.

Watson followed his gaze to look at the door of his house, and quickly said: "Actually, you don't have to worry that Sherlock will trouble you, he will be obedient today."

Does that mean he was disobedient last time? Reid felt a little headache.

In fact, Watson's guarantee is not groundless.This was the conversation that had taken place a few minutes before in the room where the two Londoners were lodging.

"Can Spencer really find a way to find Scott?" Watson was still a little worried about Scott's safety.

Sherlock stared at the ceiling with dull eyes: "Don't worry, John. Although that little guy is not good at anything and is an idiot in housework and sports, he has a good mind and a good memory. He is the person who gets along with Scott the most here. It is speculated that Scott It shouldn't be a problem where the location is."

10 minute later.

"Sherlock, I want Spencer to come and have dinner." Watson, who was busy in the kitchen, suddenly said when the meal was about to start.

The detective rolled on the couch and ravaged Scott's magazines boredly: "Why?"

"Didn't you say he can't cook?" Watson asked back.

Sherlock felt that his point had been perfectly ignored by Mr. Military Doctor.

"There are so many people who don't know how to cook, should we invite everyone to share your cooking with me?" Sherlock sat up from the sofa, his curly hair was messy like a bird's nest.

"But Spencer is not one of those people. He is Scott's boyfriend." Watson corrected.

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Maybe Scott will have more boyfriends in the future, just like you had many girlfriends before, just like Mycroft still hangs out every day now."

"Sherlock! Don't make trouble for no reason, that's all in the past. And how can you say that in the end?" Watson looked at Mr. Detective with a face of disapproval, "How can you compare mycroft with Scott, you How far have you misunderstood Scott?"

Ever since it was known that Mycroft had planted a circle of people around Scott, the British government's position in the hearts of military doctors had plummeted, like a hopeless stock that fell all the way to its limit.

Sherlock was silent.

He doesn't have a weapon in his hand now, and John has a spatula in his hand. He is too disadvantaged in the fight now.

"I'm going to call him now, and anyway, you can't argue with him anymore, Sherlock." Watson stared at him, waiting for him to make his promise.

"I see." Sherlock fell down, turned over to face the sofa and turned his back to John: "If you have a daughter-in-law, you don't want me."

In the end Reid was dragged into Scott's room.

Reid hadn't set foot in this room since Scott left, and Reid was worried that he would break down once he got here.

But now, he felt that he should collapse—because of the chaos in the room.

Scott is a very organized guy who often wears clean, well-fitting casual clothes and smiles like the world is covered in sunshine. Reid can still remember the scene of him making dinner and sitting by the window laughing and waiting for him to come over, the sunlight streamed wantonly outside the window, but none of them were as dazzling as Scott sitting there.

But now, in just a few days, this room has become completely unfamiliar to him, full of useless garbage, clothes, waste paper, useless nicotine patches...

Reid felt his fantasy shatter like shards of glass.

"Ah, it's a bit messy." Watson also noticed this, and he pointed at the dining table with some embarrassment: "But it's still absolutely clean here, please sit down first."

"...Thank you very much." Reid carefully avoided the debris on the ground and walked over.

Sherlock sat face-on in the head of the household expressionless, staring at Reid like an intruder.

Reid waved to him, then sat down carefully in the guest's seat.

"That is……"

"Shut up." Watson threw a cold sentence when Sherlock just opened his mouth, his stern expression wiped away the last bit of rebellious psychology of the consultant detective.

The meal was fairly stable, and Reid's stomach contracted sharply after being exposed to hot food for a long time.The slightly familiar smell made Reid a little dazed, and he looked at the military doctor when he came back to his senses: "I know who Scott inherited from."

"You guessed it wrong." Watson smiled slightly, and the mysterious tone made Reid's tense nerves relax a little bit.

"Really?" Reid laughed too, "I haven't said that yet."

"Tell me." Watson said expectantly.

Reid puts down the cutlery: "I think I inherited it from my mother."

Watson was stunned: "How do you know? He told you?"

"No, Scott told me very little about his parents." Reid's smile was a bit dim, but when he looked up at the doctor, he regained his quietness and aura: "The food you cook tastes very similar to Scott's." Similar, but his food has a softer feel and a slightly lighter taste. Women's food is more delicate than men's. I thought Scott inherited it from you, but today After eating it, I can be sure. It should be Scott who taught you."

"You feel really good." Watson praised sincerely.

sharp? Reid's brain, which had always been difficult to function, could suddenly function, and the past that was like a mess of wool balls appeared clearly and brightly in front of him at this time.Everything in the past flashed quickly in his mind, the first meeting in Las Vegas, and then went to Nevada again, and then went back by train, and the executioner incident went to Las Vegas again. Garth, the fiery casino hostess, Scott's tired look from the days before he disappeared, the resigned staff in the library...

Reid stood up.

"What's wrong?" Watson and John both looked at him.

"I think I know why Scott suddenly lost contact." Reid replied with burning eyes.

"What is it?" Watson glanced at Sherlock, then turned to Reid.

Reid looked away: "This is just my speculation, and there is no real evidence. I need to investigate some things to be sure." After speaking, he was about to leave, took two steps, turned around and bowed to Watson and Sherlock :"thank you all."

"Wait." Sherlock said, "How do you check?"

“…we had a technician on the group who was pretty good with computers and was really good at this stuff,” Reid explained.

"The fewer people who know about the Ark, the better. Come back and we'll check it out for you." Sherlock beckoned.

Reid looked at their hands and said nothing.

"We are not technicians, but we have a very good technician." Watson smiled at him, "Come with me, Spencer."

Reid followed dubiously. In Scott's room, the removed bedside table directly connected to Mrs. Hebe's room.

He thought of the apples that Mrs. Hebe sent to him at that time, and the chess pieces that Mrs. Hebe gave him, and suddenly realized.

"So this chess game started so early." Reid muttered to himself.

Watson looked at his face and suddenly didn't know how to comfort the young man.Once the emotional matter is mixed with other things, it is difficult to be pure. They are so young and have not known each other for a long time. Can they really face the storms of the future together?

He's only worried for a few seconds before Reid's next words make him smile.

"It's really thoughtful, but don't try to trap me." Reid's tone contained his own pride.

Sherlock, who was following behind, thought that of course he couldn't trap you, John stood by your side and Scott was eaten to death and didn't run away.

"You'll find him." Watson couldn't help it.

The author has something to say:

Ah, this chapter is almost over.

The following is the bump and slow Reid little angel of the attack~~[It’s so complicated.

So, how about 15w words to finish the text?There are probably six or seven chapters left.

That is next week...sad, I pray that I won't suddenly open my mind 23333

In addition, the name of the doctor's pit, I can't think of it, sad