Scripps was stunned when he heard this story. He knew that there were absurd and bizarre things in this world, but he still found it hard to accept when it happened to him.
"Is it wrong to be nice to others?" If this is all a kind of wrong, then he is simply unforgivable.
You know, he is a warm man who always smiles at strangers.
Scripps felt that he couldn't sit still, "Isaac, do you have someone you can trust to introduce? I'll find a way to get them on board and cooperate fully as long as this case doesn't get leaked to the media."
Isaac glanced at Scripps, not expecting him to have such a high awareness, "Well, the FBI and Jefferson Institute have a joint project, there is an anthropologist in it, she and her team have worked with FBI agents for more than six years, experience Rich and trustworthy. However, since the murderer is likely to be a psychopath, it's better to remind them to bring another profiler."
Unexpectedly, Scripps is not ignorant of the Jefferson Institute, "You mean Dr.B?"
"You know her?" Isaac was surprised.
"My sister has been trying to apply to be her intern, but has been unsuccessful," Scripps said. "But isn't she a boner?"
"So, I'm talking about her team." Isaac yawned, "If you can airdrop them over as soon as possible, you just stay here and don't show up until people come."
"Won't it arouse other people's suspicion?" Scripps was a little worried, after all, he was still a suspect now.
"A man and a woman can stay in the room for ten days and no one will suspect it," Issac said. "Of course, even if you go out and leave people in the room, others will just tease you at most. However, it's hard to say what your overly pale face will remind them of."
Scripps shrunk his neck, instinctively not to provoke Isaac, this anxiety of staying under the active volcano made him shut his mouth wisely.
After Tom confirmed Scripps' decision once again, he didn't even mention his previous plan, he followed his arrangement without any objection, and left to carry on. Isaac was going to go out to check the situation, but was held tightly by Scripps.
"You stay with me!" Scripps refused to stay alone. On the boat, there are not many people who have the brains and force to guide him. Issac is one of them, and he will not let him go. In case of that What if the psychopath jumps out from which corner?
"I'll get out," Reid said.
Isaac nodded before Scripps let go.
"Anything you want for breakfast? I can bring it back when I get back." Reid looked at Scripps, thinking he was in dire need of energy.
"I can't eat anything." Scripps shook his head, declining the offer. "Do you want to be with someone? I always feel that it is dangerous outside. There are stun guns on board, why don't I ask someone to give you one."
"Defoe is next door, I'll call him to get up, you go with him." After Isaac finished speaking, he actually dialed Defoe's number.
In the end, Reid got a dark circle heavier than him at the door, and hurriedly put on a floral shirt on his upper body, and his pants hung loosely on his hips, revealing Defoe in his underwear.
"You really shouldn't be spoiling him!" Defoe began to complain as soon as he saw Reid, "Really, just dump him, the aesthetics and design are not up to par, this kind of ordering a lover to bring him breakfast and I would rather The man who stays in the room and plays games is the most unreliable!"
Isaac didn't know that Defoe was programming him behind the scenes, and he had turned on the computer to write out what he saw and deduced. Scripps sat in Issac's room for hours without anyone noticing, until the whirring sound of propellers came through the open windows from far and near.
At the same time, Isaac's cell phone rang.
"We're here!" Booth's voice came from the phone, "but there are a lot of people on deck."
"Call Tom and tell him to evacuate the deck," Isaac said to Scripps. "Our man is here."
It was very quiet on the deck, but it made the noise of the helicopter even louder.Some people were curious, some people didn't care, and some people's faces changed and they felt that something had happened again, but no matter what they were, they were very cooperative when Tom came.
The helicopter finally landed.
Pilot Booth also breathed a sigh of relief.
Well done!He finally withstood the pressure of Bones, did not let her sit in the driver's seat, and successfully completed the flight.
Dr. Brenna was in high spirits. She took off her earplugs, unfastened her seat belt, and looked back when she got up. She was very surprised, "What's wrong with you?"
Helicopters are not as comfortable to sit on as passenger planes, and the passengers in the back are listless, as if they have been ravaged by someone.
"Noise and turbulence." The little curls on Sweets' head were limp. "To be honest, I don't envy people who can go out to work now."
"You took the initiative to follow this time." Booth laughed.
"It's Costa who said it's best to have a profiler with you." Sweets emphasized, "Besides me, do you know any other familiar profilers?"
"But I can also apply for fellow profilers with field experience." Booth has always spared no effort in cracking down on Sweets.
With a groan, Sweets dropped the argument.
Booth and Dr. Brenna got off the plane first, and a big black man walked towards them, "Is it the FBI?"
"SSA Seeley Booth, FBI." Booth shook hands with him, "Where's the body?"
There were more than one person who heard Booth's affirmative answer, and suddenly, whispered discussions rang out nearby.Those relieved expressions were too obvious, and it could be seen that these people were actually not as calm and meaningless as they showed just now.
Although I don't understand why the FBI people would go to such great lengths to drive the helicopter over by themselves instead of waiting for the ship to dock, but with these people on board, it is enough to make those performers and escorts who have too much brains and feel that they have no background We feel at ease.
Standing behind the crowd, Reid's hidden worries dissipated a lot. No matter what, finally someone can investigate the case legitimately. Defoe stood beside him, as if he wanted to stick to the fact that his underwear was exposed, and when everyone was almost gone, he asked abruptly, "Did someone have an accident?"
Reid looked at Defoe blankly and innocently.
Defoe laughed, "OK, just pretend I didn't ask anything. Shall we continue?"
Defoe felt that something was wrong as early as early in the morning after being tossed by Issac on the phone. When he ordered him to deliver breakfast and was asked by Reid to reconfirm the monitoring location and scope on the ship, the sense of discord in his heart reached its peak. Isaac played games in the room and didn't care about other things. This excuse was too weak. Although he didn't ask any questions at the time, he had already made a note of it in his mind.As a result, now that the FBI is here, there is no need to ask his doubts.
If things hadn't taken a turn for the worse, it wouldn't have developed like this.
"Hi, Dr. Reid." Hodgins and Sweets walked over together. They were the group of people who had been tortured a little bit, so when the others walked towards the crime scene, they fell behind. Saw Reid. "I didn't expect to meet you here."
"I'm not surprised to see you." Reid said truthfully, because it was Isaac's plan. "Your professionalism is trustworthy."
"Can you tell us about the situation?" Sweets didn't forget his purpose of coming here. As the profiler who was named and requested, he decided to take the initiative.
Reid looked around and found that no one had noticed them, so he lowered his voice and whispered, "Isaac suspects that there is a perverted killer on board, and two people have already been killed."
"You are with him, and you still want to ask for help from the bureau?" Sweets was a little puzzled.
"The owner of this boat is a friend of Isaac's, and he's also on this boat," Reid explained. "Things are kind of bad."
It didn't take long for Sweets to figure out what Reid meant by bad.
The body of the second victim was in the same room as the owner of the ship on the night of his death, and there was no sign of the room being broken into by outsiders. In this case, the owner of the ship is a proper suspect.
"Has anyone moved the scene?" Hodgins asked sternly after sending Sweets off to call Dr. Brenna over.
"Probably." Isaac stood beside Scripps at the door, not because he didn't want to get close, but once he showed signs of moving, Scripps would hold him tight.While Scripps is now able to maintain his composure, that composure clearly has regional scope.
"Maybe?" Hodgins straightened up.
"He," Isaac pointed at Scripps, "woke up in bed in the morning, and you can't expect someone who is frightened to remember to keep the scene intact. As for the rest, the security chief and I have both been in the room, but Also just walked to the bed, no one touched the... everything on the bed."
Hodgins gave Scripps a sympathetic look, "Are you fast asleep? Don't you feel anything?"
Scripps nodded, "I really don't know anything, I just fell asleep, and when I woke up, the people around me turned into corpses."
Hodgins looked around, put on his gloves, picked up a glass on the bedside table, put it up to his nose and sniffed it, "did you drink before going to bed?"
"Helps sleep," Scripps replied.
"Maybe it will keep you awake for a long time." Hodgins put the glass in the evidence bag. "Where's the bottle? Which bottle did you pour it from?"
"Is there a problem with the wine?" Scripps was taken aback. "Impossible. I specially prepared this batch of wine. I drink a glass every night before going to bed."
"So last night, did you share it with your girlfriend?" Hodgins missed the second glass.
"Of course," Scripps said, "I'm not a cheapskate."
"You guys use the same glass?" Hodgins didn't notice the second glass.
"Of course not..." Scripps' voice fell silent, "Why is there only one cup?"
"Is it wrong to be nice to others?" If this is all a kind of wrong, then he is simply unforgivable.
You know, he is a warm man who always smiles at strangers.
Scripps felt that he couldn't sit still, "Isaac, do you have someone you can trust to introduce? I'll find a way to get them on board and cooperate fully as long as this case doesn't get leaked to the media."
Isaac glanced at Scripps, not expecting him to have such a high awareness, "Well, the FBI and Jefferson Institute have a joint project, there is an anthropologist in it, she and her team have worked with FBI agents for more than six years, experience Rich and trustworthy. However, since the murderer is likely to be a psychopath, it's better to remind them to bring another profiler."
Unexpectedly, Scripps is not ignorant of the Jefferson Institute, "You mean Dr.B?"
"You know her?" Isaac was surprised.
"My sister has been trying to apply to be her intern, but has been unsuccessful," Scripps said. "But isn't she a boner?"
"So, I'm talking about her team." Isaac yawned, "If you can airdrop them over as soon as possible, you just stay here and don't show up until people come."
"Won't it arouse other people's suspicion?" Scripps was a little worried, after all, he was still a suspect now.
"A man and a woman can stay in the room for ten days and no one will suspect it," Issac said. "Of course, even if you go out and leave people in the room, others will just tease you at most. However, it's hard to say what your overly pale face will remind them of."
Scripps shrunk his neck, instinctively not to provoke Isaac, this anxiety of staying under the active volcano made him shut his mouth wisely.
After Tom confirmed Scripps' decision once again, he didn't even mention his previous plan, he followed his arrangement without any objection, and left to carry on. Isaac was going to go out to check the situation, but was held tightly by Scripps.
"You stay with me!" Scripps refused to stay alone. On the boat, there are not many people who have the brains and force to guide him. Issac is one of them, and he will not let him go. In case of that What if the psychopath jumps out from which corner?
"I'll get out," Reid said.
Isaac nodded before Scripps let go.
"Anything you want for breakfast? I can bring it back when I get back." Reid looked at Scripps, thinking he was in dire need of energy.
"I can't eat anything." Scripps shook his head, declining the offer. "Do you want to be with someone? I always feel that it is dangerous outside. There are stun guns on board, why don't I ask someone to give you one."
"Defoe is next door, I'll call him to get up, you go with him." After Isaac finished speaking, he actually dialed Defoe's number.
In the end, Reid got a dark circle heavier than him at the door, and hurriedly put on a floral shirt on his upper body, and his pants hung loosely on his hips, revealing Defoe in his underwear.
"You really shouldn't be spoiling him!" Defoe began to complain as soon as he saw Reid, "Really, just dump him, the aesthetics and design are not up to par, this kind of ordering a lover to bring him breakfast and I would rather The man who stays in the room and plays games is the most unreliable!"
Isaac didn't know that Defoe was programming him behind the scenes, and he had turned on the computer to write out what he saw and deduced. Scripps sat in Issac's room for hours without anyone noticing, until the whirring sound of propellers came through the open windows from far and near.
At the same time, Isaac's cell phone rang.
"We're here!" Booth's voice came from the phone, "but there are a lot of people on deck."
"Call Tom and tell him to evacuate the deck," Isaac said to Scripps. "Our man is here."
It was very quiet on the deck, but it made the noise of the helicopter even louder.Some people were curious, some people didn't care, and some people's faces changed and they felt that something had happened again, but no matter what they were, they were very cooperative when Tom came.
The helicopter finally landed.
Pilot Booth also breathed a sigh of relief.
Well done!He finally withstood the pressure of Bones, did not let her sit in the driver's seat, and successfully completed the flight.
Dr. Brenna was in high spirits. She took off her earplugs, unfastened her seat belt, and looked back when she got up. She was very surprised, "What's wrong with you?"
Helicopters are not as comfortable to sit on as passenger planes, and the passengers in the back are listless, as if they have been ravaged by someone.
"Noise and turbulence." The little curls on Sweets' head were limp. "To be honest, I don't envy people who can go out to work now."
"You took the initiative to follow this time." Booth laughed.
"It's Costa who said it's best to have a profiler with you." Sweets emphasized, "Besides me, do you know any other familiar profilers?"
"But I can also apply for fellow profilers with field experience." Booth has always spared no effort in cracking down on Sweets.
With a groan, Sweets dropped the argument.
Booth and Dr. Brenna got off the plane first, and a big black man walked towards them, "Is it the FBI?"
"SSA Seeley Booth, FBI." Booth shook hands with him, "Where's the body?"
There were more than one person who heard Booth's affirmative answer, and suddenly, whispered discussions rang out nearby.Those relieved expressions were too obvious, and it could be seen that these people were actually not as calm and meaningless as they showed just now.
Although I don't understand why the FBI people would go to such great lengths to drive the helicopter over by themselves instead of waiting for the ship to dock, but with these people on board, it is enough to make those performers and escorts who have too much brains and feel that they have no background We feel at ease.
Standing behind the crowd, Reid's hidden worries dissipated a lot. No matter what, finally someone can investigate the case legitimately. Defoe stood beside him, as if he wanted to stick to the fact that his underwear was exposed, and when everyone was almost gone, he asked abruptly, "Did someone have an accident?"
Reid looked at Defoe blankly and innocently.
Defoe laughed, "OK, just pretend I didn't ask anything. Shall we continue?"
Defoe felt that something was wrong as early as early in the morning after being tossed by Issac on the phone. When he ordered him to deliver breakfast and was asked by Reid to reconfirm the monitoring location and scope on the ship, the sense of discord in his heart reached its peak. Isaac played games in the room and didn't care about other things. This excuse was too weak. Although he didn't ask any questions at the time, he had already made a note of it in his mind.As a result, now that the FBI is here, there is no need to ask his doubts.
If things hadn't taken a turn for the worse, it wouldn't have developed like this.
"Hi, Dr. Reid." Hodgins and Sweets walked over together. They were the group of people who had been tortured a little bit, so when the others walked towards the crime scene, they fell behind. Saw Reid. "I didn't expect to meet you here."
"I'm not surprised to see you." Reid said truthfully, because it was Isaac's plan. "Your professionalism is trustworthy."
"Can you tell us about the situation?" Sweets didn't forget his purpose of coming here. As the profiler who was named and requested, he decided to take the initiative.
Reid looked around and found that no one had noticed them, so he lowered his voice and whispered, "Isaac suspects that there is a perverted killer on board, and two people have already been killed."
"You are with him, and you still want to ask for help from the bureau?" Sweets was a little puzzled.
"The owner of this boat is a friend of Isaac's, and he's also on this boat," Reid explained. "Things are kind of bad."
It didn't take long for Sweets to figure out what Reid meant by bad.
The body of the second victim was in the same room as the owner of the ship on the night of his death, and there was no sign of the room being broken into by outsiders. In this case, the owner of the ship is a proper suspect.
"Has anyone moved the scene?" Hodgins asked sternly after sending Sweets off to call Dr. Brenna over.
"Probably." Isaac stood beside Scripps at the door, not because he didn't want to get close, but once he showed signs of moving, Scripps would hold him tight.While Scripps is now able to maintain his composure, that composure clearly has regional scope.
"Maybe?" Hodgins straightened up.
"He," Isaac pointed at Scripps, "woke up in bed in the morning, and you can't expect someone who is frightened to remember to keep the scene intact. As for the rest, the security chief and I have both been in the room, but Also just walked to the bed, no one touched the... everything on the bed."
Hodgins gave Scripps a sympathetic look, "Are you fast asleep? Don't you feel anything?"
Scripps nodded, "I really don't know anything, I just fell asleep, and when I woke up, the people around me turned into corpses."
Hodgins looked around, put on his gloves, picked up a glass on the bedside table, put it up to his nose and sniffed it, "did you drink before going to bed?"
"Helps sleep," Scripps replied.
"Maybe it will keep you awake for a long time." Hodgins put the glass in the evidence bag. "Where's the bottle? Which bottle did you pour it from?"
"Is there a problem with the wine?" Scripps was taken aback. "Impossible. I specially prepared this batch of wine. I drink a glass every night before going to bed."
"So last night, did you share it with your girlfriend?" Hodgins missed the second glass.
"Of course," Scripps said, "I'm not a cheapskate."
"You guys use the same glass?" Hodgins didn't notice the second glass.
"Of course not..." Scripps' voice fell silent, "Why is there only one cup?"
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