[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

The police were the first to arrive, and Booth was only one step behind.

"Sweets, is it you who reported the case?" Booth drank a little too much with Sweets tonight, and he wanted to propose to Hannah, but he was called by a phone call before he reached the door.

"Of course it's me." Sweets was definitely not looking happy, in fact, no one would be happy when this happened to him.

"Hi, Booth." Isaac greeted, showing his presence.

"Costa?" Booth was a little surprised, "You're here too?"

"Actually, the two of us discovered this place together." Sweets wiped his face, they were already far away from those statues, and analyzed the wind direction very scientifically, staying in the upwind place, but, damn it Yes, that disgusting smell just lingers.

Booth saw that the little curly hair on Sweets' head was a little messy, and out of loyalty, he cheered him up and said, "Relax, it's no big deal, and occasionally when you follow me to the scene, a corpse that is a hundred times more serious than this will appear again." It’s not that I haven’t read it. Come on, take a deep breath and act like a man. Costa was also a field worker and a profiler before, but look at him..."

Booth wanted to inspire Sweets with a positive role model.

Isaac·Positive role model·Costa has been wandering, and when he heard his name, he was stunned: "Huh?"

He was wondering how many of these statues had inner cores, and to be honest, the more he thought about them, the more they felt that something was wrong with them.

Booth suddenly felt that using Isaac as an example did not seem to have a motivating effect.

Sweets didn't notice this, and after hearing Booth's words, he explained, "Of course it's okay to see with your eyes, but, you know? It's not the same as dancing face-to-face with a dead body."

"So, need to get you a therapist?" Booth didn't see that as a problem, but since Sweets was a frail profiler, he could figure out how to fix it.

"Thanks, I know all the ways to comfort people." Sweets couldn't help taking a few steps, "But this time the problem is really serious, I've already hallucinated, and I feel like I'm surrounded by the smell of rotting corpses, Obviously this is the upper air outlet where the taste cannot be transmitted!"

"What?" Booth frowned.

"Cough." Isaac cleared his throat, "If this is the question, I can tell you the answer."

"You mean, it's not a hallucination?" Sweets' thinking ability didn't decline, and he quickly grasped the point.

"You've got some fluid from the statue on your clothes, haven't you noticed?" Isaac asked.

"What?" Sweets wanted to cry, the suit he was wearing wasn't the most expensive in his closet, but the outfit cost was by no means a small amount, "I never noticed, why didn't you tell me earlier? "

"I thought you knew and made a clear choice." Isaac gathered the collar of the windbreaker he was wearing, "You can't take off your clothes and throw them away at this temperature, unless you want to get seriously ill. "

Isaac's words were well-founded, and Sweets fell silent.

The group of bone-playing people in the Jefferson Research Institute rushed to the scene quickly, because it was nightlife time, and they rushed over one by one.

The first to arrive were Hodgins and Angela, who lived together and naturally acted together.

"I heard that the corpse this time is related to the statue?" Angela's voice came to mind not far away, "Is that it? Wow, the work is really rough. If I were their teacher, I would definitely fail the grade. "

"Don't!" Hodgins stopped Angela's approaching footsteps, "Pay attention to your feet, Baby, the light here is not very good, you are not alone now."

"Let's go, pay attention to the top of your head!" Another female voice sounded, just as the words fell, a burst of light burst forth, and the surrounding area was immediately bright as day.

"Hi, Dr. Saroyan!" Hodgins greeted in the direction of the lights, and their leader had arrived.

"Is Dr. Brenna here yet?" Saroyan asked.

"I'm here." Dr. Brenna waved his hand, and got out from another corner, "Thank you for the light guidance, oh, is anyone here having a party?"

Brenna bent down and picked up a packaging bag next to the broken statue. There was still unfinished food in it. "It's still hot."

"Dr. Brenna, I accidentally left it behind." Sweets walked over with some embarrassment, "I also found these statues and the corpses inside the statues."

"Goodjob! Dr. Sweets." Brenna praised casually, then sniffled, "Did you get something on yourself?"

"Corpse, yes, I got a little bit of it by accident." Sweets tried not to care about it.

Brenna nodded, and Sweets thought it was over, but when he turned around, he saw Hodgins smiling at him with the evidence bag open, showing eight teeth.

"Isn't it? The temperature is hovering around zero now, and I'm only wearing a shirt inside." Sweets didn't want to challenge his physical strength at all, he was already used to being smoked, he chose the latter between cleanliness and temperature .

Hodgins thought about it, and felt that this was not humane.However, no one can guarantee that there are key clues to solve the case in the things stained on Sweets' clothes. He can't let Sweets walk around wearing clothes like this...

Ten minutes later, Sweets ducked into the car in his shirt, which at least had air conditioning.

"I told him that if I don't want to take off my clothes, I can cut that part off with scissors." Hodgins shrugged helplessly at Angela.

"If it were me, I would make the same choice as Sweets." Angela didn't agree with her husband at all, "My dear, sometimes watching a piece of clothing get destroyed is better than throwing it away from a distance. bother."

"Oh." Hodgins rolled his eyes, "I'll go see if there's anything else I can help with. I have a hunch that there must be a big conspiracy behind this!"

Angela supported her waist and sighed helplessly.

On the other side, Booth was chatting with Isaac, he was curious because Isaac kept staring at the statue but didn't move forward.

"Anything wrong with those statues?" Booth asked.

"Have you ever thought that the statue that Dr. Sweets hit wasn't the only one," Isaac said.

Booth said he didn't like the subtext in Isaac's words, "Is this what you found?"

"It's just a guess. The experts are over there. I think they will get the results soon." Isaac glanced at his watch, and it was getting late. "When is the statement? I want to go home early."

"You mean the victim... There was more than one victim who was made into such a ghostly look?" Booth was shocked by Isaac's words, subconsciously ignoring the latter sentence.

"Really? How do you know? Can your eyes see through?" Hodgins popped up.

"Well, it's just a feeling." Isaac said vaguely.

"Superpower! Mysterious power!" Hodgins was high again, "When did you find out that you have this ability, and what can this ability do..."

"OK, I'll take you to take notes." Booth took Isaac away.

"Dr. Hodgins is still so cute." Isaac couldn't help but sigh.

"Cute?" Booth coughed. "Well, if you think so."

Booth recognized early on that the world of a profiler was completely different from that of a federal agent like himself.

Of course, the squint-eyed world of the Institute is not the same as the feds.

Sweets was on the phone when Isaac got into the car.

"Booth is back, we'll talk about it later." Sweets hung up the phone hastily, and looked at Booth, "Is it over? If it's convenient, can you take me home by the way? Anyway, my coat has been taken away by Dr. Hodgins, as evidence."

"Wow, you look in a hurry." Booth pretended to pull out a notebook.

"Daisy is at my house now. She didn't tell me. She planned to surprise me. And I'm staying in a park where a body has just been found. My coat has been taken away. If it weren't for this car, I would be in the cold wind. I'm shivering." Sweets said, "Don't you think I really need to feel the fire of enthusiasm right now, to drive away the chill in my body and mind?"

"OK." Booth patted his notebook, "I'll send you back after finishing the notes."

"Transcript, OK, what happened is that Costa and I ran into each other in the park, and then we started chatting, getting more and more speculative, and finally got lost accidentally. We started looking for the way, and finally found it..." Sweets spread his hands , "Then I called the police and called you by the way."

Booth looked at Isaac.

"That's right, I have nothing to add." Isaac fully agreed with Sweets.

Booth monk notebook, got off the car and planned to talk to others, and send the two people who found the scene home first.

"No problem, we're going to end it here." Saroyan directed his men to load the statue into the car, planning to transport it back to Jefferson for further inspection. "Dr. Hodgins, please handle it with care!"

"I know, trust me!" Hodgins co-operated to lift a complete statue and put it on a forklift. "Safe landing, perfect!"

A little overwhelmed, Hodgins couldn't help but reached out and patted the shoulder of the statue, and there was a subtle, imperceptible "click", as if something was split.

Hodgins didn't notice.

"Oh MyGod!" Sitting in the car, Sweets couldn't help covering his face, "Although this is bad, I must admit that I feel much better now."

He just had a cheek-to-cheek dance with the statue, and Dr. Hodgins got sprayed in the face!

Happiness is relative. Dr. Sweets confirmed this again.

"What a night of nightmares," Isaac said sincerely.

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It wasn't too late when Isaac got home, but Reid had already finished his shower and was leaning on the bedside to read a book.

"Are you finished?" Reid's attention was diverted from the book when he heard the door knock, and sure enough, Isaac appeared at the bedroom door after a while.

"Well, it went well." Isaac walked over and attached himself, and before he could do anything, Reid grabbed his shoulders.

"What smell?" Reid frowned, sniffing gently.The smell was familiar, but it didn't make sense for Isaac to smell it. "Where did you go?"

"I got it on me too?" Isaac was more concerned about this.He pulled up his collar and put it to his nose to smell it, but maybe his sense of smell had been polluted for too long, so he didn't smell anything. "I'm going to take a shower."

"What happened? Isaac." Reid followed Isaac all the way to the bathroom.

"Don't mention it, I wanted to take a shortcut when I came back, but I won the special prize, and I was released after the transcript was recorded." Issac pulled his clothes and threw them one by one into the clothes basket.

"It's a rotting corpse?" Reid guessed with experience.

"Probably." Isaac found it a bit difficult to define. "Someone hid the body in plaster, made it into a statue, and put it in a park."

"Pervert killer?"

"Nine times out of ten." Isaac turned on the shower, and warm water poured down from the sky. "There were five statues at the scene, two of which were broken, and there were corpses inside. And they were sealed in plaster shortly after death, and then The corpse rots, producing a large amount of gas, and starts to expand from the inside. At this time, just add a little external force, PENG!"

Reid could totally imagine that scenario.

"Hey, does that smell still exist?" Issac had finished cleaning quickly when Reid was distracted for a while, and he walked up to Reid's side, dripping wet, and asked carelessly.

Reid felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, and even his cheeks began to heat up, "Well, no, I only smell strawberries."

It was a shower gel specially selected by Issac. According to him, the taste always had a desire to taste it.