sinovels Chapter 8 Death Comes
Chapter 8 Death Comes
Scott faintly felt that something was wrong. If it was an accident that he met Brother Death today, he could believe it.But Lucy happened to see his twitter, and was killed while videoing with him, no matter how you think about it, it is not an accident.
If it was done by a stalker, since this stalker can break into a house and kill someone without being discovered by Lucy's family, then compared to her killing skills, his stalking skills are too poor.
Not only was it discovered, it was also photographed.
Unless, it is intentional.
So is it necessary to contact mycroft, Scott tapped his knuckles on the table, thinking about it.
The reason for his hesitation was not because he was worried that Mycroft was too busy—God knows what this senior official of the British government is busy with. In short, it was not for no reason that he asked Dr. Watson to an inexplicable place and let Sherlock instruct him to turn half of London upside down. , it is because of some trivial matters that I come to 221b to trouble my brother - but because if there is no conclusive evidence and I make a mistake again, Sherlock, who knows about this matter, will definitely show him his genius and keen insight And the power of a poisonous tongue.
In contrast, although communicating with Dr. Watson took a bit of saliva, Scott was happy to say a few more words so he could avoid communicating with Sherlock.
Scott temporarily put these irrelevant things in a corner of his brain, and he began to wonder whether Lucy's case had anything to do with him.In any case, the first thing should be to find the murderer.
Actively contact the local police?Or wait for them to contact me? Scott was a little puzzled.
But soon his problem was solved by the sound of the phone, and Reid asked him to go to fbi headquarters.
If it was the person involved, Reid would not have called him on his cell phone. Scott couldn't figure out how Reid was going to convince his teammates, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like at all.
It's no wonder that Scott's imagination is limited, even everyone in bau was a little surprised.
Not long after I got home, I received a call from **, and Reid took his bag and went to bau.After learning about the case, Reid was surprised to find that Scott was also implicated in the case.
"What kind of physique is this guy? Does he let others die wherever he goes?" Man couldn't help but ask at this moment after reading the news in the morning.
Reid said solemnly: "This is not in line with science, no one would have this kind of physique. Otherwise, the University of Birmingham would have been forced to rest due to too many dead students, and the demographic composition of London would have undergone great changes."
"Perhaps it was because of the two situations you mentioned that Her Majesty sent him here." Moran joked.
Reid wavered: "Although I haven't read the latest London Census report, but... do we need to find Scott? He is the only one who 'saw' the murderer so far."
"****, you go get in touch." Hotch glanced at Reid, then turned his head and said to their blond media contact.
Reid blinked, nothing special, just his usual behavior.
"Come on, I have his phone number." Reid said, took out his phone from his bag and dialed Scott's number.
"Reid?"
Scott's surprise was transmitted to Reid completely through electromagnetic waves. He avoided the eyes of everyone and said, "Can you come to Quantico? There is a case here, and we need to ask you some related questions."
"No problem, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Okay, I'll meet you at the door." Reid said and hung up the phone.
After he finished speaking, he saw other members of the bau team looking at him in surprise.
Reid touched his face: "What's wrong, there's something on my face?"
"Are you really Reid?" Man said, reaching out and pinching Reid's face, trying to see if he was wearing a mask.
Gideon's voice is soft: "Overcompensating can make people feel alienated."
In bau, gideon probably takes care of Reid the most.If this young man had done other work, he would have achieved greater achievements, but he chose to stay here in order to solve the mysteries that ordinary people cannot solve and protect others.Such a rationale may sound ridiculous, but Reid's motivation can only be so.
Therefore, it is not difficult for gideon to see that Reid's actions at this time are because Scott saved him in the morning... Although others, including Scott himself, think that it was done by the two of them together, but Reid obviously doesn't think so.
When he got permission to board bau's special plane with Reid, Scott was in a delicate mood.
For an ordinary person to be involved in a murder case again and again, anyone's mood will be very complicated.Especially, the first time he abducted Reid under their noses, and then went back to England without explaining.
When they met again, they were actually witnesses to a serial murder case... Scott really wanted to apologize to them before starting to talk about the case, but he didn't find the right opportunity to discuss the case.
Reid sat next to him, and he naturally handed the dossier in his mind to Scott next to him: "Can you tell us about what you saw in the video with the victim?"
Glancing at Reid, Scott closed the file he had just opened: "Lucy contacted me on twitter, and she said she was being followed. Not long after our conversation started, the camera on Lucy's side went dark , I can only hear a very small sound." He paused, and the arc of his lips was weak and helpless: "There is a sound of electricity...you know it. When I can see things again, I can only see things on the wall. A bitch written in blood. It took less than 1 minute before and after. I didn’t even make a complete call to the police. That person killed Lucy and escaped smoothly. Lucy sent me a picture of the stalker she took photo."
Scott handed the USB drive to Reid.
Reid the result, plug it into the computer.
"What a tacit understanding." Elle suddenly said.
Scott and Reid turned to look at her at the same time.
Elle was silent, looking down at the file.The man who watched this scene laughed muffledly, Gideon and Hotch exchanged a calm look, and the lady sitting behind looked up at them.
"Keep it up." In the end, Scott patted Reid on the shoulder, and he looked down at the documents in his hand.
Reid looked down, Scott's hand flipping through the file within sight.The skin is fair, the joints are slender but not thin.It seems to have a warm and reliable feeling.
A good guy you can trust.
Reid finally put a label on Scott that wouldn't change in the short term—at least he thought he wouldn't have to change it for at least half a year.
"It feels a little strange..." Scott closed the file, as if talking to himself.
"Aha?" Reid, who heard this first, just looked at him strangely.
The man who was across the aisle from them looked at the blond-haired and blue-eyed London boy: "What's so strange?"
"It's not surprising that the target of the unknown suspect has shifted from high-risk groups like wandering jjj to low-risk groups like Lucy. But the first victim of the unknown suspect is a low-risk group. A few more jjj were killed, and the latest victim is Lucy. The scope of the unknown suspect’s selection of victims is very strange, and the motive for the killing is difficult to define.” Scott expressed doubts. "Not every victim knows how to write around them. Isn't the unknown suspect's mood very unstable?"
The doubts mentioned by Scott were talked about by everyone in the conference room.But he just flipped through the files and found out the two most important ones. It is obvious that his observation and analysis skills are excellent.
So what about reasoning skills?
The rest of the bau were silently scrutinizing the young man who sat in the middle of their group in an embarrassing capacity that didn't embarrass anyone.It's obvious that he's not an ordinary person, the point is, who is he?
Everyone on Scott's plane was looking at him except Reid, and of course they all hid it well, so Scott had to perfectly hide that he had discovered it.
If Sherlock knew Scott's current situation, he would definitely yell "Idiot, is your head as rusty as Watson?", and then make an analysis of various doubtful points in this case to show off his IQ.But if he was lucky enough to hear Dr. Watson's first words, then Sherlock would have to figure out how to coax his cohabitant.
Scott didn't have to put up with his disdain either.
Thinking of the days when he lived at 221b Baker Street, the corners of Scott's lips were much softer, and the inconspicuous restraint around him also completely disappeared.
The plane suddenly shook violently, and the water in the water glass almost spilled out.
Everyone else used their good reflexes to grasp the things around them to maintain their balance. Only Reid...he was knocked up and was about to fall to the opposite side, although the plane had already bumped past.
Fortunately Scott grabbed his wrist just in time.
Reid just fell back halfway on top of Scott, and he sat on Scott's lap, his ass rubbed... what Reid didn't want to feel anymore, and when he turned his head, his lips accidentally brushed Scott's cheek.
Although no one else saw it, Reid blushed.
He had never been so close to a friend he didn't know very well.
Moving his arms and legs like an octopus, Reid tried to get up off of Scott.
"Hey, slow down, Reid." Scott said, pulling his wrist forward with one hand and putting his waist on the other to help him stand up.
"Thank you," Reid whispered, and sat down across from Scott.If he continued to sit beside him, he might not be able to think calmly until he got off the plane.
Everyone in bau looked at this scene suspiciously. Could it be that compared to Scott's good motor nerves, Reid was dissatisfied with his performance and caused him to be in a bad mood?
Scott probably knew what was going on, but he didn't take it personally.On the contrary, Reid's reaction made him a little bit concerned. He glanced at Reid, smiled at the other people in bau, and then looked down at the file.
"Look at this." Reid suddenly put a photo of the scene on the table, and his hasty voice made everyone look over.