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

There is a saying that too much is too late. Isaac didn't want to appear urgent, so he said goodbye to Jack London after hanging up the phone.

Of course, as he told Sandra earlier, he managed to get Jack London's phone number.

"Can we meet again?" Jack London asked expectantly when Isaac stopped a taxi and opened the door to get up.

"It depends on the arrangement of fate." Isaac smiled at him, got into the taxi without hesitation, and reported the address to the driver, "Scotland Yard."

Jack London stood where he was, watching the taxi gradually drift away, and finally merged into the traffic and disappeared from his field of vision.

fate?No, fate is the most unreliable, I only believe in myself. JackLondon said to himself in this way, and for the last time reluctantly glanced at the direction where the taxi disappeared, tightened the cap of the mineral water bottle in his hand, and put it in his carry-on bag.

Then he walked away in the opposite direction without looking back.

Isaac, who was sitting in a taxi, was looking down at the text message he had just received.

The sender is Sandra.

Sandra: Did you actually ask for a phone number? ! ! !

Isaac smiled, tapped his fingers, and quickly replied.

Isaac: I always walk the talk.But how do you know?

Sandra: Through the glass window in the hall, that doesn't matter, what matters is that you actually did it!Is there anything special about that person?

Isaac: who knows

Isaac: Don't have any contact with him for now

Sandra: Your words give me a bad feeling...

Isaac: Do you need me to comfort you?

Sandra: Forget it

Sandra: I won't ask you what to do, but be careful

Isaac: Of course, trust me, no one values ​​my life more than I do.

Sandra: Hehe

Isaac felt himself being mocked.

Has this world really reached the point where no one even believes the truth?Or is it that my credit is already so low?

Isaac felt a little sad.

However, Isaac, who was sad for only three seconds, was quickly attracted by the scenery outside the window.

"Anyone come to London for a concert lately?" he asked the driver.

The driver glanced outside. Thanks to the traffic jam, they were moving so slowly that people on the sidewalk outside could outpace them.At this time, there were seven or eight people holding banner balloons and large photos and preparing to cross the road.

"Oh, it's EmmaJully." The driver recognized it with just one glance, "She is an American, and is recognized as the voice of an angel. This time she is not coming to London to hold a concert, but to perform at the invitation of a charity organization." .”

"Wow, it seems that you like her very much." Isaac also thought of this little singer, and there are still her records on the CD shelf at home, the signed ones.

"Of course, I think her singing voice has a magical power that can make people relax." The driver fiddled with the front for a while, and soon, the legendary voice of an angel came out of the player. "How pure and touching, she makes me feel that there are really angels in this world."

Isaac didn't speak any more, just listened quietly.

Scotland Yard is coming soon.

After receiving the fare from Isaac, the driver kindly reminded, "If you think little Emma is good and you are not in a hurry to leave London, go buy a ticket for a charity performance. Little Emma will be here soon. It’s time to change your voice, and you may not be able to hear such a pure sound of nature in the future.”

"Thanks, I see." Isaac nodded with a smile.This person's proposal is good, and it happens that Reid is here, so he can invite him to join him.

The premise is to get rid of that nasty killer.

In Scotland Yard, BAU got an office specially vacated for them. Garcia took a computer and had already checked out Jack London's recent whereabouts.

"He arrived in London a day later than Issac." Garcia looked troubled. "As much as I would like to convict him on this, Isaac came to London on a private jet and no one knew about it except those close to him. It seems more Like a coincidence."

"Unless he's been staring at Isaac since he picked Isaac as his target." Reid leaned against the table, rubbing his chin, "Kiven told me that after finding out what happened to the Bell children, he heard some gossip. No one has yet regarded this as a serial murder case, and some people still jokingly proposed the name ABC killer. To be cautious, Kiven dragged Isaac with a bunch of codes and asked him to go out as little as possible."

"Issac didn't object?" Morgan twisted his thick eyebrows. "He's not that good."

"Did you misunderstand me, Morgan?" Isaac heard this sentence as soon as he entered the door, and replied without thinking.

"Ah, that means, you really read at home honestly?" Morgan made an exaggerated expression of hell.

"No way, I always have to master a survival skill." Isaac made a bitter face, "Although I don't mind being raised by Reid, Kiven told me that this is not conducive to the stability of the family."

Morgan was caught off guard and showed affection, "That's really hard work for you."

"That's what I'm supposed to do." With that said, Isaac winked at Reid.

Reid smiled back, too.

Morgan covered his eyes, barely able to see.

"Ah, that's great, everyone is finally together again." Garcia laughed while watching Morgan deflated.Then he stepped forward and hugged Isaac, "Long time no see, handsome boy."

"Yeah." Issac was also deeply touched, he hugged Garcia back, and after greeting the others, he turned back to the topic, "So, is that Jack London, the one who talked to me, suspicious? Yes, is his name really Jack London?"

"That's right, he changed his name three months ago. After this point in time, the case happened." Garcia turned back to the computer, "He has no criminal record before, and he is a very ordinary person from the electronic record , came to London the day after you arrived in London. How did you find him, Isaac?"

Isaac couldn't help frowning, "Is it only one day later than me? But he told me earlier that he has been traveling around the island by bicycle for half a month."

"That's impossible," Garcia called up an electronic form, "Look, here's his customs record, he's lying!"

"Isaac, did you feel that something was wrong when you were talking to him?" Hotch asked.

Isaac nodded, "I didn't notice him before. I didn't notice him until someone reminded me that he looked at me differently." Shrugging, "I thought he was a nerdy character at first, but I didn't expect him to be Ignorant in some respects, but uncommonly ruthless about the aristocracy. He doesn't seem to have a good opinion of the privileged."

"Maybe that's his motivation for committing a crime," Emily said.

Regardless of whether Jack London is the real murderer or not, but up to now, he is undoubtedly the most suspected.

"But all the people he kills are the children of judges. When did judges become a privileged class?" Issac complained. Issac, who had never enjoyed any privileges since childhood, felt wronged by this. "From the perspective of the target, I think it’s more like I’ve been treated unfairly, such as being wrongly judged, being wrongly imprisoned, etc., and then blamed on the judge.”

"In that case, he'd go straight to the judge," Morgan retorted.

"Come on, the premise of doing it is that he can do it." Isaac waved his hand, "You haven't seen him, he is weaker and harmless than Reid, but this kind of harmlessness cannot be put down by a seasoned judge. But their children, who are often more naive and unguarded, are a good starting point, and they may cause far more pain than the judge himself.

"It's been a long time since I left the image of being weak and harmless." Reid couldn't help protesting.

"But I can still slap you." Isaac chose to tell the truth in a very honest way, "Also, you have to make up the physical fitness test every year."

"Garcia too." Reid couldn't help but call himself a comrade.

"Are you sure that as a field worker, you have to compare your physical fitness with those who sit in the office all year round?" Isaac stared at Reid with wide-eyed eyes.

"Garcia…" Reid called for help.

Garcia gave Reid a loving look, unable to help, "You know it's true, PrettyBoy, and you're no match for me in sprinting. If I'm in danger, I can use my powerful body to press directly, but you ..."

There was silence in the office, and then there was loud laughter immediately.

Not just to laugh at Reid, but to be moved to laugh at this long-lost gag.

Reid looked at this group of unscrupulous colleagues and friends with a puffy face, and Isaac comforted him very consciously with his fiancé, "It's okay, they are not as smart as you alone."

Reid looked at Isaac, "So I won't forget that you were the one who started it."

"It's okay, I'll take you for a morning jog when we go back." Isaac looked extraordinarily considerate.

Reid, who doesn't like to stay in bed but even less likes to run in the morning, loses his momentum, "...You guys should keep laughing."