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

Booth ushered Vincent Jeremiah into the reception room, let him sit on the sofa, and poured him a glass of water intimately, before getting to the point, "First of all, thank you for rushing back from Thailand. There are too many relationships involved in this case , we are all desperate to find the killer."

Booth's words came from the heart. When he contacted Vincent Jeremiah, he knew that this once weak and helpless child had a strong arm that could protect him.After that court ruling, he did not go back to school, nor continued to live on his mother who inherited a large inheritance, but used the money he had accumulated from part-time jobs over the years and a camera to realize his dream. The ideal of life has gone.When Booth contacted him, he was communicating with several transgender people in Thailand, hoping to take some photos with them as the main characters. In the field of photography, Vincent Jeremiah is very ambitious.But when he heard Booth's purpose for him, he gave up the communication that had made great progress, and rushed back without saying a word.Because of this, Booth had a crush on him.

"I know." Vincent Jeremiah nodded, although he tried hard to look focused, but the occasional distraction is not so difficult to detect, "Those people in the court gave me a new life that I can control completely according to my wishes , in any case, I hope I can do something for them."

Booth didn't care about Vincent Jeremiah's distraction, he took it as a hangover from Isaac's words, after all Isaac's views may not be so friendly.But their next conversation may involve some more important content, and Booth doesn't want Vincent Jeremiah to lose focus because of this.

"Do you want to take a break first?" Booth asked. "You're not in the right place to talk."

"Oh, no, I'm fine." Vincent Jeremiah shook his head hastily, and even straightened his back.

"Don't be nervous." Booth's attitude towards non-suspects has always been good, "We can chat casually first, do you like photography?"

"I like it very much." Vincent Jeremiah didn't put his mind on it. He hesitated for a while before asking, "The detective we met just now, is he also in charge of this case?"

"No, he's not in charge of the homicide right now, he's in the overseas rescue team." Booth said Bingo in his heart, adding a point to himself.

Vincent Jeremiah grasped the words very keenly, "Not responsible now? Was he in charge of this before?"

"Yes."

"That said, he has a lot of experience."

"You don't have to care about his opinion." Booth sighed secretly. He also read the original case of Vincent Jeremiah. To be honest, from the chain of evidence, he didn't think there was a problem with the court's verdict. "Issac's vote against you doesn't mean he thinks you're guilty. He just thinks there's not enough evidence to convince him. You don't have to care about that. After all, the majority think you're innocent, right?"

"I don't know, sir." Vincent Jeremiah looked bewildered. "I was innocent, but... I'm not sure... I don't know how to describe the feeling, you know? Like a very innocent A respectable person is suddenly splashed with a basin of dirty water one day, and no one is responsible for it. He has to work hard to clean the dirty water off his body, but it leaves traces after all. Feeling like he's unclean. It's... this feeling is really... terrible."

"I know you feel wronged." Booth certainly knows how bad it feels to be wronged and misunderstood, just like him, but there was a person who assassinated the president in his ancestors, and sometimes he would become unstoppable in certain tasks A person who trusts may feel unfair at the beginning, but he is not the key person who will not turn the earth without him. This kind of thing can only be balanced by yourself. will make things better. "You have to learn not to care about other people's opinions. No one is always right. You have your own life."

"But I don't want to be labeled as a murderer in someone's heart!" Vincent Jeremiah raised his voice, "I don't care if those vampire relatives of Jeremiah's family think I did it on purpose, because they have ulterior motives in the first place. It's about inheritance. But I can't bear to be recognized in the mind of someone who should be regarded as an authority. Although no one has pronounced a sentence, it is like being convicted."

"Then what do you want?" Booth couldn't understand the thinking of young people nowadays. If someone wronged him, he would only feel happy afterwards and think that person was blind, but what's the situation now?

"I...I don't know." Vincent Jeremiah seemed to be discouraged again, he lowered his head, as if racking his brains for ideas, "Do I have a big role in this case?"

"In fact, we think you are the center that keeps everything together." Booth didn't hide anything. According to Sweets' analysis, the murderer's final target is likely to be this child, and the jurors who supported him are just an appetizer.Therefore, it is very important for him to recognize his position.

Vincent Jeremiah shivered, "So, all this is still related to the original case?"

"Although we have not found the starting point of the murderer's crime, it cannot be ruled out," Booth said.

"Will that allow him to join?" Vincent Jeremiah's eyes lit up.

"he?"

"It's the one you named Isaac." Vincent Jeremiah said with some embarrassment, "If he gets involved, we must have time to spend together, he will understand me, and the misunderstanding of me will disappear."

Booth couldn't help being a little depressed. After all, did this kid notice that he was the one who was in danger?At this time, he still cares about the evaluation of him by someone who has nothing to do with him, really...

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"Are you sure they don't know each other?" During the meal, Sweets couldn't help asking curiously after hearing Booth say this.

"Of course." Booth replied, "That fellow Issac's knowledge of Vincent Jeremiah should be limited to paper; and Vincent Jeremiah? He just looks familiar to Issac, and doesn't even know what his name is. If it's not confirmed, and The sex between them is not right, I really have to think about it in other ways."

This statement gave Sweets a new inspiration, "If you want to think about it, it doesn't matter if you are right or not."

Booth was dissatisfied with his reaction, he looked at Sweets almost blankly, "You mean...impossible?"

"Love at first sight can completely explain this unreasonable phenomenon." Sweets said with confidence, "However, he is destined to return home sad."

"What do you know?" Booth asked.

"It's just my profiling results, and, out of professional ethics, I refuse to disclose it to you." Sweets said righteously.The reason why the profiler's rules exist must have the meaning of his existence, and he doesn't want to know the result of his lightning strike at all.

Hurting each other is no fun.

"Playing tricks again." Booth muttered, but didn't persist in asking.

"So, what do you think?" Seeing that Booth let go of the topic, Sweets perked up again, "Did you really bring Isaac in?"

"You hope so?" Booth squinted at him.

"I just want someone who doesn't squint at me when I'm profiling, and who can follow my train of thought and analyze with me." Sweets' tone is a little poignant.

"That's as you wish." Booth said crisply.

"What?" Sweets, who never thought it would be so easy to get his wish, was taken aback, "I thought you hated other people meddling in your case."

"But this time it's cooperation, and everyone is inside the bureau, not outsiders." The most important thing is that the pressure of this case is too great, Caroline is about to go berserk, and Booth doesn't want to hit the gun at all. She taught the importance of solidarity and cooperation.

Caroline had helped him so much, and Booth didn't know how to reciprocate.

When Isaac received this mission, he had already boarded the plane for the new Case, and the plane had already flown half of the voyage, so there was no possibility of turning around and taking it.He called to explain the situation and gave two choices: one is to give up on him and find someone else, and the other is to wait for him to come back.On the other side, Booth didn't know why he had to, so he chose the second.

"Maybe you'll catch the murderer by the time I go back." Isaac said helplessly.

"hope so."

Hanging up the phone, Isaac sighed.

"What happened?" Black asked softly.

"It's okay, I just think it's time to recruit new people." Otherwise, there would be three or two kittens in the group, it would be too shabby.

"Newcomer?" Walsh became interested, "Do you have a goal?"

"I'm planning to visit the academy when I have time." Isaac put this matter on his agenda, and then continued to contact the local police.

By the time they satisfactorily resolved the case and returned to the voyage, it was already four days later. After Isaac finished writing the case report, he finally remembered the cooperation Booth had mentioned with him before, and made a phone call.

The air pressure is low at Booth. "I'm in Jefferson, Glen Trollpoe is dead."

"Who?" Isaac didn't respond for a while.

"Glen Trollpoe, the same juror who voted against you," Booth said. "His body was found in the park an hour ago."

Isaac immediately became serious, "Has the body been sent to Jefferson?"

"Yes, I'm right here." Booth nodded.

"Have you started the dissection?" Isaac asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Cam is checking."

"That is to say, it hasn't turned into a bone yet?"

"Yes."

"Wait for me, I'll go over right away. I want to take a look at the corpse, and don't let him become a bone."

"Hello..." Booth stared at the phone that had been hung up, and finally shook his head. "You are not a forensic doctor."