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

"Hey, man, what happened in there?" Isaac leaned against the car, thinking about some unrelated things in his mind, trying to make himself forget what he saw in that house, but there was a voice He pulled back to reality.

Isaac frowned in displeasure, and looked in the direction of the voice.

A young man who was a head shorter than him, wearing a black sweater with the hood up, was looking at him curiously.Seeing that Isaac's expression was not very friendly, the young man flinched and lowered his voice involuntarily, "Sorry, did I bother you?"

Isaac is often a bit of a little-known little paranoid about unremarkable things.

For example, he has many sweaters, but he never wears the hood of the sweater except when it rains without an umbrella. Be different and show yourself different.

As for the most primitive warmth function, Issac has already forgotten that as an old imperial calendar.

The temperature is not as important as the demeanor. He believes that many people will agree with him on this point.

Unknowingly, it went too far, and Isaac found that the young man was still looking at him with some concern after he came back to his senses.

He felt that some inherent impressions still needed to be corrected.For example, the young man in front of him is by no means the kind of maverick. He wears a hood and looks more like hiding himself.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Isaac explained crisply.

"Ah, ah, it's okay." The young man blushed suddenly, and waved his hands hastily, "I was too presumptuous."

Isaac didn't think it was presumptuous to strike up a conversation, but judging from the performance of the person in front of him, it seemed that he had put all his courage into the very first sentence.

Nerd with social anxiety?After finally mustering up the courage to be punctured by one sentence?

Isaac prided himself on his ability to read people, and the person in front of him reminded him of Reid, a bookworm who was also not sociable.

Of course, Reid is much happier now. Isaac thought with some pride in his heart, and unceremoniously attributed it to himself.

With this resemblance, Isaac decided to be kinder, "Do you live nearby?"

"No, no." The man looked a little flattered, "I don't live here, but there is a police car parked outside, I'm a little curious..." Before he finished speaking, he looked at the two policemen carrying A long bag came out.

He had no doubt guessed what was in the bag.

"OMG!" He turned pale and couldn't help taking a step back.

It's not like Reid now, if Reid was there, he would put on thin rubber gloves and go up to check for himself.

"Okay, superfluous curiosity won't do you any good." Isaac blocked his line of sight kindly and cut off the source of his terror, "You also saw that some unfortunate things happened here..."

"Hey, Isaac." Lestrade walked over quickly, and was about to speak, but looked at the young man blocked by Isaac, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

There are very few houses in this area, suddenly seeing an obvious outsider, Lestrade asked instinctively.Although, he had to admit that with his weak appearance, the person in front of him probably didn't have the ability to commit crimes.

"My name is JackLondon, and I'm... going on a bicycle trip around the UK." The young man who claimed to have the same name as the British writer looked even more embarrassed, "I... I'm not a bad person."

Lestrade almost laughed at the overwrought young man, "Oh, then, have a nice trip."

The young man quickly looked at Isaac, said his farewell in a low voice, trotted all the way to the shade of a tree, and pushed out a bicycle from behind the tree.He glanced in the direction of the police car again, and happened to meet Isaac's gaze, and hurriedly pedaled away on his bicycle.

At this time, the ambulance has rushed over.

"Why haven't they come out yet?" Isaac looked towards the house, where the police were coming and going, but Sandra and her two younger sisters never came out. Isaac didn't think there were any fond memories of them inside.

"One of the sisters was crying all the time, and the other was too excited to pass out." Lestrade explained what happened after Isaac left. "Give them some time to buffer."

The medical staff who got off the ambulance were very efficient, and three stretchers carried out the previous seriously injured victim and the pair of sisters.

"It's all right," Isaac said to the red-eyed Sandra.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sandra threw him into his arms, and then he felt the wetness on his neck.After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and hugged her back.

Finally, what breaks the scene is the vibrating phone in Isaac's pocket.

The caller is Reid.

"Hey, Dr. Reid..." Thinking of what happened just now, Isaac suddenly remembered the word Chagang, and was about to start a joke, when Reid's serious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Listen, Isaac, you're in danger right now." Reid cut to the chase.

"You know?" Isaac was surprised, he still remembered what was written on the note Sherlock gave him, but he didn't expect Reid to call to remind him of it.

"What? You already know?" Reid's voice became urgent, and his already fast speech speed was a beat faster, "Or have you been attacked?"

"Relax, relax," Isaac reassured, "I'm fine, it's just that someone reminded me earlier that I was being targeted by a serial killer."

"Someone reminded you? Can that person be trusted?" Reid asked, "Instead of trying to gain your trust by reminding you?"

"Well, an old friend, nothing unreliable," Isaac said.

"Then why didn't he directly point out the identity of the killer?" Reid was still a little worried.

"Probably because he thinks that if I can't even fix this, I deserve to die?" Isaac joked.

However, apparently Reid didn't find it funny, "Issac!"

"OK, my fault." Isaac surrendered, "Would you mind repeating this from the beginning? From the tone of your voice, it seems that he didn't follow me randomly in London, but he was planning to come here specifically for me ?”

Reid sighed and started the case from the beginning, emphasizing the brutality of the killer.

Thinking of the little finger in the belly of the fish, Isaac got serious.

Of course he would take Sherlock's reminder to heart, but after learning about the murderer's criminal methods, the importance of this matter was raised from ordinary to superlative.

"Has the BAU made a profile?" he asked.

"Yes." Reid replied, "According to our profile, the murderer was between 25 and [-] years old, white, attractive, financially well-off, and looked like a decent person from the upper middle class. The kind of trust. He may know a lot and can intervene on any topic. Only such a person can let the first two victims relax their vigilance and establish a relationship of trust, thus falling into the murderer's trap."

"Very well, I'll pay attention." Isaac made up his mind.

"You want to be bait?" Reid frowned.

"It's better for him to follow me than others." Issac said, "What's the arrangement with BAU?"

"I wanted you to come back immediately..." But if Isaac insisted on being the bait there, the plan would change.

"How about working with Scotland Yard?" Isaac suggested. "DILestrade, you know him too, is a nice fellow."

"If you've made up your mind." Reid sighed, "I'll talk to Hotch."

"Tell Hotch, I just want a quick fix. Since that person can go abroad with me from China, such a persistent person will not change his mind easily. Instead of turning around, it is better to stay in London, which I am more familiar with but he may not be familiar with. , this is not the murderer's psychological comfort zone, and there will definitely be flaws in his actions." Isaac explained.

"I'll tell Hotch." Reid was persuaded, "You must pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, my life is the most important thing for me." Isaac changed the subject to a lighter one. "And, even if it didn't happen, I would like to stay in London for a while."

"why?"

"Well, how should I put it, I don't think my memory has disappeared, just like the ground covered with snow, which will reappear when the sun shines on the snow and melts." Issac used a not-so-brilliant metaphor, "This time I I saw many familiar people and buildings, and I think that is sunshine.”

"So, what do you remember?" Reid was a little surprised.

"It's not much, but when I talk to people who knew me but I forgot, none of them noticed my abnormality." Issac said, "I don't know why, there is a sense of accomplishment."

"The sense of accomplishment of a successful prank?" Reid chuckled.

"Hey—" Isaac pretended to be helpless, "Even if you know it, don't say it."

After joking a few more words, Isaac hung up the phone. Sandra left as early as Isaac answered the phone, and got into the ambulance to accompany her sister to the hospital. Isaac looked left and right, found Lestrade, and walked over.

As a detective who is used to working overtime, Lestrade didn't have any opinion on Isaac's behavior of increasing his workload. After the agreement was made, Lestrade handed over the follow-up of the case to Sarah, and it didn't take long before he received a request from the bureau to Contact the BAU team from the United States.

"Specially targeting the judge's children?" he muttered. "That's crazy."

In order not to startle the enemy, Isaac did not contact BAU at all, as if he had no knowledge of their coming to London.In addition to taking time out to visit Sandra in the hospital with his younger sister, he usually shuttles around the streets of London with a DSLR.If someone was around him frequently, BAU would have spotted it through London's electronic eyes.

Isaac has more and more memories about London, and even the young man named Jack London who claims to be traveling by bicycle has met several times.Even ran into him once when meeting Sandra directly in the hospital.

Issac felt flat about this kind of unsociable nerd, but Sandra looked at it for a while with a half-smile, and waited until the person left before saying to Issac: "Jack London? Are you empathizing?"

"That's not my type." Isaac rolled his eyes.

"I see. Next time I have a chance to see Dr. Reid again, I will pass this on to him." Sandra nodded seriously.

"Hey, those are two different things." Isaac protested.

"Come on, don't tell me that you didn't see that he appeared in front of you on purpose to gain your favor." Sandra sarcastically.

"Don't be kidding." Isaac dismissed it, "How is this possible?"

"Huh? JackLondon? Do you think that's his real name?" Sandra continued, "If a woman told you her name was Marilyn Monroe, what would you think?"

Isn't that a flirtatious remark? Isaac was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

Because the profiles of Jack London and BAU did not match, he ignored the gesture of wanting to make friends when he appeared in front of him several times.

However, what if the profile of BAU is wrong?