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

"It wasn't done by one person - what do you mean?" Hodgins didn't react slowly, he wasn't frightened by this sentence, but he just found it a little weird. "You just stared at it for a while and came to a conclusion?"

If this is the case, then the instruments in his room are not as good as decorations.

It's not easy for Isaac to explain to Hodgins that he is following idealism, so he just shrugged his shoulders, saying that it's up to you to believe it or not.

Anyway, it is enough for him to know that someone will believe it.

If Isaac faced Dr. Brenna, he would definitely be refuted to pieces.But now staying next to him is Hodgins, a strange man with a big brain hole, he just paused, and immediately became excited.

"Unbelievable!" Hodgins squeezed Issac away, leaning closer to the plaster shell, "Did you receive a mysterious signal from here? Or is the ghost of the dead attached to it?"

When Hodgins seemed to want to hold on to the plaster shell and not let go, a prompt sounded from the machine on the other side.

"There seems to be a result, don't you want to take a look?" If you get closer, Hodgins' face will be stuck to the plaster shell, Isaac decided to divert Dr. Worm's attention.

"Well, it seems that Mr. Phantom doesn't want to talk to me." Hodgins muttered in disappointment and walked away, starting to check the results just obtained on the monitor. "Very well, the factory that produces plaster has been found! I'm going to call Booth."

Isaac looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.He hadn't forgotten that, not so long ago, both he and Booth thought Hodgins' method was cumbersome and a waste of time.But it turns out that it's better to be down-to-earth, and his and Booth's ideas fell through, while Hodgins succeeded.

After hanging up the phone, Hodgins leaned over to Isaac again, "Can you tell me, what did Mr. Ghost tell you?"

"Not a ghost," Isaac corrected, "just a feeling."

"So, you really know how to sculpt?" Hodgins looked surprised.

"Amateur level, carving carrots is enough." Isaac told a bad joke.

But obviously, Hodgins couldn't get the point of this joke, and he spontaneously found a reason to convince himself, "I see, I also have an artist wife, and her whimsy has been out of the scope of science. But I will never Can receive the signal that she loves me."

Issac was accidentally stuffed with dog food, but he couldn't reply "I also have a Nerd-type fiancé, although I will probably never understand the chemistry and physics, but I also accept the signal that he loves me well" , he could only bring the topic back on track, "What an enviable couple. By the way, your instruments can detect and analyze the molding techniques of these plaster shells, and provide factual evidence for your guess?"

"No, I'm only responsible for analyzing the chemical composition here. But my wife may be able to." Hodgins quickly dismissed the blame.

"Angela?" Isaac couldn't help but sigh, "This really makes me feel guilty."

"Why?" Hodgins wondered.

"I can't lighten the burden for a pregnant lady. Instead, I have to increase the workload for her, and I still use this kind of thing that is not good for physical and mental health." Issac can stay for so long because his sense of smell is polluted again. It is slow, but for others, especially pregnant women, this is probably a torture.

"You underestimate her, man." Hodgins looked proud. "She's Angela."

Angela deserves to be Angela, just like Garcia deserves to be Garcia.They are all delicate and sensitive people in essence, because their work is under great pressure, but they did not choose to leave in the end.

"Skills?" Angela walked around the plaster shells, covering her nose with one hand, the stench of carrion is not so easy to disappear, "This is definitely the work of a beginner, maybe even a person who has done it for the first time. Rough, messy, ugly, I could name a hundred faults."

"But the time of death of these corpses is different." Isaac didn't want to embarrass Angela, he came up with a plausible excuse, "Dr. .There were five bodies in all we found, and the killer had a chance to practice, but judging from these statues, he really hasn't improved."

"That's why you think there's more than one murderer?" Hodgins thought he had figured it out.

"I feel a little cold now." Angela couldn't help but folded her arms.There is nothing terrible about a murderer, but an organized gang of psychotic killers is a big problem.

Hodgins quickly took the overcoat that was draped over the chair and put it on Angela.

"More than that," Issac said. "Have you noticed? The plaster statues found in the park were all made of the same brand and batch, but the workmanship of the only real plaster statue...is simply exquisite."

"Just as beginners can never imitate the master's confidence, the latter can't fake the youthfulness of the former because of the established style. It can't be the work of one person." Angela said, "What is this? A teacher brings Lead a few students to conduct alternative teaching?"

"Sounds like a third-rate thriller," Hodgins commented.

Isaac felt as if he had thought of something, but was unable to touch the truth through an invisible membrane.

On this day, apart from finding the plaster brand and getting a list of buyers, and confirming the cause of death of the deceased, there was nothing to gain.

"It's kind of weird," Reid said on the way home. "The victims were all beaten to death. They all had a history of drug use. When they were tested, the results were one to three months before they died. time completely free from drug use."

"So?" Isaac was still trying to capture that flash of inspiration, and Reid's words were just a habitual interface.

"The new injuries on their bodies were basically caused during this time period." Reid emphasized again, "This is strange."

"What's so strange about this is that they were arrested and locked up. No one provided drugs for addicts. When the drug addiction came up, of course they would self-mutilate." , what happens is normal.

"Before we left, Angela's facial restoration hadn't been fully completed, but in the completed few, no matter whether they were regarded as missing persons or kidnapped hostages, there was no information about them at all, and there was no clue." Reid said , "It feels to me like someone is preying on addicts, locking them together, and then killing each other when the addiction kicks in."

"Who would be so bored?" Isaac mused.

"Psychopath." Reid's answer was not vague either.

"Ten points for the correct answer," Isaac said.

"But you don't think so." Reid didn't ignore Isaac's reaction.

"No, your speculation is logically correct. I just feel that I have neglected something." Isaac was also a little helpless, it was really difficult to catch the inspiration that had flown away.

"Relax, it's like you often think that something will never be found again, and suddenly one day it appears again after giving up hope." Reid comforted.

"That makes sense." Isaac followed suit and talked about other things, "What do you think of the Jefferson Institute?"

"It's a great place." Speaking of this, Reid started to talk again, "Dr. I don’t have time to visit, but I read their brochures, and they have the epitome of the entire history of human development. From the Stone Age to the Electric Age, there are Egyptian Pharaohs, and there are also the four great inventions of the East...”

Reid's understanding of the Jefferson Institute is obviously not as superficial as he said he only read the brochures. He even knows a murder case that happened in the Jefferson Museum of Egypt and the revision of Egyptian history after the incident was resolved.

"Mr. Costa." When entering the apartment building, the administrator stopped Isaac, "here is your mail."

"Thank you." Isaac walked over to sign for the receipt, and said goodbye to the administrator.

Because Issac is away most of the time during the day, the books and magazines he ordered and other things that need to be delivered by post are all signed by the administrator. He only needs to go home to the administrator to pick them up at night when the delivery text message is sent. just fine.

Thanks to the thoughtful service of this apartment building, Isaac did not feel that the original money was spent wrongly.

Reid recently became obsessed with an online quiz show. Not long after he got home, the show started, and he began to watch it with gusto.

Isaac said that he couldn’t appreciate Reid’s taste at all. It is said that this show was shared and recommended by his CIT alumni at the beginning. It might seem inexplicable and extremely boring to laymen, but it is indeed a very good show for those who feel the fun of it. .

No doubt Reid found joy in it.

Isaac has always regarded the sound of this program as background music, and the sound is not pleasant to the ear.No way, the host of this show is Sheldon Cooper, and the audience is a CIT alumnus who can play better than him. Even the kindest and softest Reid strictly abides by the rules set by the sharer at the beginning, and puts his state became invisible.

Therefore, the number of online viewers of the live broadcast of this show is only a pitiful 2. I don't know if his roommate is supporting it.

Listening to Sheldon tell stories is actually quite interesting, as long as you keep up with his train of thought and understand every stalk he says. Isaac once left a comment out of goodwill, expressing his praise for his level of popular science, and adding that his achievements in the field of history are likely to exceed those in physics.As a result, he accidentally stabbed a hornet's nest.

Isaac said that this experience is very fresh, he has never been belittled and ridiculed from various angles.

That's the fun thing about the web.

So he won't bother to remind Sheldon that it's not that no one watches his show, it's just that the people who like it are all invisible.

Issac unpacked the package and took out the magazine inside. This is a professional psychology journal. Issac didn’t publish a single issue, but he didn’t know why. After reading it for a while, he felt a little sleepy, and gradually he couldn’t even open his eyes. .

There is a saying that stress experienced during the day will be reflected in dreams at night, and the brain will construct a place where the stress can be vented.

Isaac knew he was dreaming, and because of his curiosity and ego, he chose to let it develop.

It was dark all around, and only the bound victim could be seen struggling like a trapped animal.

Isaac could feel himself holding a stick in his hand, standing in front of the victim...

Then he woke up.

Sheldon's show just ended.

"Issac?" Reid originally wanted to express his feelings, but found that Issac looked like he was having a nightmare.

"Doctor." Isaac's voice was a little strange, "Do you think our case is related to a cult?"

Otherwise, Isaac couldn't understand, how could someone swing down the stick mercilessly while holding pure and fiery love, with the viciousness of wanting to make people reach the bliss early.