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

Isaac looked at Jack London silently, until the excitement faded from his face, and the whole person calmed down and smiled awkwardly at him, then said abruptly: "So you killed them?"

Hotch, who was listening, felt nervous, and hurriedly asked Lestrade for help. Issac's showdown is not planned at this time. This move is likely to directly anger Jack London. The top priority is to ensure Issac's safety.

Lestrade had already sent Sally to patrol the surrounding area with his troops, so he didn't panic when something unexpected happened. He quickly directed Sally to approach the target, observe nearby, and take immediate action if he found danger.

Isaac didn't care about what happened in the corner he didn't know, but just looked at Jack London calmly, the disguise on Jack London's face gradually disappeared, and the whole person became sharp, "What do you know? You don't know anything at all!"

"I know you've already killed two people, and I'm the third you chose." Isaac was unmoved, "That's enough."

"So? What do you want to do? What can you do?" Jack London was short of breath, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he knew that if he wanted to do something, he would not gain the upper hand, so he could only try to use words to attack and open up for himself. Make a way. "Don't forget, you yourself are not innocent!"

This statement was too new for Isaac.He admits that he doesn't follow the rules, but he believes in himself more. Whether it's the memories he recalled or the ones that are still sleeping, he is confident that there is absolutely nothing criminal in it.

In other words, he trusted BAU more.Can be mixed among a group of profilers, is there any black history that can be easily uncovered?

If he was a little more narcissistic, Isaac would dare to say that his character has been officially recognized and received five-star praise.

Issac's mocking and conniving eyes angered Jack London, "Do you dare to say that those people you killed during law enforcement were really because they resisted law enforcement and not on your own initiative? If people don't want to know, unless they do nothing, You can't hide it from everyone! YOUAREAMURDER!"

Being pointed at the nose and called a murderer is a rare experience in Isaac's life.Because he found that Jack London would harvest human life for some ridiculous reasons, Isaac also guessed the reason why he was targeted.

Gay—No matter how democratic, open and fair the government promotes the society, Isaac will not naively think that there is real equality in this respect. This is what he thinks is most likely to attract attacks on himself.

Retaliation incurred at work—although he can guarantee that there will be no unjust cases under BAU, what if there are relatives who refuse to accept the reality?

Doing nothing, having great resources but not even going to law school - this is a new idea that came up after he discovered JackLondon's point of view, similar to the anger that I can't do it but you can't do it but you can't cherish it.

In addition, there are various other reliable and unreliable guesses. Issac even came up with the guess that Jack London is jealous of his handsome looks. Otherwise, why is there more than one person whose surname starts with C, but the one who was selected at a glance? Is it yourself?

But the only thing he didn't expect was that Jack London would give such a reason that sounded heinous.

"You said I killed someone on purpose?" Isaac thought it was ridiculous.

He loathes death so much, and that loathing has been engraved in his bones, so how could he create death by himself.

"Isn't it?" Jack London looked angry and disappointed, "You think that no one will find out when you party anonymously on the Internet, but you don't know, there is a Skynet that covers everything in this world, and it can take your The shameful little thoughts are turned out and exposed to the sun!"

Accompanying this anger and disappointment was Jack London's pounce.

Although Isaac was reminiscing, he didn't miss Jack London's action. After leveling him neatly, Sally rushed over with him.

No matter how stupid Jack London was, he knew that his two cleaning cases in the United States had been discovered, and here was a trap set by those people for himself.He understood the consequences of those charges. At this moment, he no longer had any scruples and shouted, "You should arrest him! Capture that hypocrite! Murderer!"

Isaac watched with a grimace as Jack London was packed into the police car.

Seeing that his expression was not good, Sally comforted him intimately, "Don't mind the crazy talk, how about we go back to Scotland Yard together?"

Isaac looked around to see that the commotion on this side had gotten other people's thoughts.He nodded, pointing to the food that Jack London brought on the tablecloth and in the basket, "There are still these things. Although I can't be sure what's inside, it's better to check."

"Of course, we will do sample collection and analysis." Sally said.

Compared with the dull and speechless on Issac's side, BAU, who was in charge of monitoring on the other end, didn't believe what Jack London said at all.

This is simply slandering the professional standards of BAU!

Among them, Garcia was the most aggrieved, because she believed that she was the closest to Isaac in terms of the Internet, "It's nonsense! People nowadays have really lost the most basic bottom line in order to find a fair excuse for killing themselves!"

"Someone must be slandering and framing Isaac!" Reid was also very aggrieved, and quickly analyzed, "Jack London is not fighting alone! His yearning for the profession of judge will make him pay special attention to facts and evidence. Even if he wants to kill someone, he will Find out the evidence he thinks is enough to convict in advance. There is a second person hidden in it!"

"That person is the real culprit." Emily continued, "He bewitched Jack London and led him to become a knife in his own hand."

"But who is that person? After so much trouble, did Issac become their target from the beginning, or did they find Issac when they selected their target with certain criteria?" Morgan frowned, "Issac will be back in a while , if we ask who has a grudge against him, can he remember?"

This is a really sharp question.

However, in the eyes of Isaac, this is nothing.He rushed back to Scotland Yard, listened to BAU's analysis, and under Reid's worried eyes, he gave his opinion very calmly, "He seems to have a deep understanding of me, whether it is family members or colleagues, he knows it well. This is a good Opportunity. In his heart, Kiven is a standard template judge. He will not do things to protect me. The image of BAU is on the side of justice. As long as you say it is to understand that he can prove me guilty evidence, he will obediently cooperate."

"Isaac." Reid looked at Isaac worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Isaac twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's just that being treated as a murderer feels a bit new."

Garcia stood on the periphery, looking like she wanted to comfort Isaac but was hesitant about something, and finally turned around and trotted to the computer, and started typing.

The people in charge of the interrogation were Hotch and Rossi, and the two big men were dispatched together, showing that they attached great importance to this case.As the representative of the British side, Inspector Lestrade has the qualification to observe. After all, this is still the site of Scotland Yard, isn't it?

In the observation room outside the interrogation room, Isaac watched Jack London, whose hands were handcuffed and sitting peacefully on a chair, through the single-sided glass.

He felt a little restless, as if something happened in a corner he didn't know, but he had no clue, and couldn't even grasp the exposed thread.

"Jack London." Hotch pulled out his pen and wrote his name on the pad.

Rossi squinted his eyes, and there was no obvious difference between the big and small eyes because of his movement.He didn't speak, just sat down quietly, but it still made people feel an inexplicable pressure.

Lestrade, who was in charge of listening, secretly slandered, is this really the FBI of the United States?Why did he sense a whiff of the Italian Mafia?

"I think you understand why you're here." Hotch didn't mince words, "About those two murders in the country..."

"I did it." Jack London interrupted Hotch suddenly, "I plead guilty."

Jack London's confession didn't make Hotch feel relaxed. On the contrary, he knew that Jack London could give up his sophistry in exchange for another thing.

"Fine, then..." Hotch was about to go on, but Jack London's patience was surprisingly poor at this moment, and he interrupted him again.

"Did you arrest him?" Jack London asked bluntly.

Who that he is is self-explanatory.

Isaac in the observation room snorted coldly and leaned against the corner with his arms folded.

"We're not going to arrest a clean and decent person for no reason without evidence," Hotch said.

"I have evidence!" Jack London slapped his hands on the table, "Enter my mailbox, the evidence is inside!"

Hotch still had that business-like expression, he reminded Jack London to calm him down, "I will notify our technicians to enter your mailbox, if there is really evidence of what you said."

Jack London smiled, as if he had seen Isaac go to jail.

Garcia started when JackLondon talked about the mailbox, but there was no email in JackLondon's mailbox, not even a spam email. Garcia thought that all the emails had been deleted by him, and tried several times but failed to recover the emails that might have been deleted.

"Hotch," Garcia said to Hotch through the micro-mic, "I didn't find the email he said, if he didn't give the wrong email address. It was empty, either there was nothing, or someone like me Skilled hackers pre-empted everything that was supposed to be deleted. Yes, yes, I can't recover."

For Garcia, this was really depressing news.

She sincerely hoped that it was the former possibility, but a woman's sixth sense told her that she had met an opponent whose skills were not inferior to hers.

Hotch broke into the room and relayed Garcia's words, but Jack London didn't believe it at all.

"You are blatantly covering up!" He shook his head fiercely, then looked at Lestrade hopefully, "Inspector, you are from Scotland Yard, right?"

Lestrade, who always thought he was a background board and was willing to be a background board, suddenly came to his senses, "That's right."

"If I hand over the evidence to you, will you guarantee that it will work as it should?" Jack London asked.

"But, wasn't the evidence deleted in the mailbox?" Lestrade looked puzzled.

"Only a fool would put all his eggs in one basket. Of course I would not do such a stupid thing." Jack London sneered, "My brain is the best memory." After speaking, he recovered his expressionless face and started recite.

With recording equipment available, Lestrade was not in a hurry to take notes, but listened carefully.His attitude pleased Jack London very well, and he seemed to be encouraged to memorize even more vigorously.

"Why do I think it sounds so familiar?" Morgan rubbed his chin, somewhat puzzled.

"I also feel like I've got this in my head." This is Isaac feeling confused.

"How is this possible?" This was Garcia's surprised sound, and she and Reid exchanged a glance, "Tell me, little genius with a photographic memory, you thought of the same thing as I thought."

Reid nodded hesitantly, "But, shouldn't you have destroyed this a long time ago?"

"Of course we did!" Garcia looked a little mad, "I've put it in the trash and destroyed it since I knew it caused Issac trouble in London! Besides, we used so many records at the time Layer password, most people can't understand the mystery inside!"

"Excuse me, what are you talking about?" As the person involved, Isaac was very dissatisfied with this tacit understanding of people other than him.

Garcia's heart was full of guilt, "I'm sorry, Isaac, this is completely my mistake."

As she said that, she recounted the fact that Isaac made up a false information back then, "The information leak at that time hurt a lot of people, so I wanted to come up with a way to properly protect the privacy of the group members. Do you suggest that I Create a few more fake materials to confuse the public. Of course, this is not a small project that can be done quickly, so you proposed to test it on yourself. We used a password to make up a fake data, and then, someone took it seriously gone."

"That fake information..." Isaac couldn't understand what was going on in his mind at the time, "Could it be the one that Jack London memorized?"

Garcia lowered her head and nodded slightly.

Isaac didn't understand why he still had a villain complex in his heart while being a hero, but as if he felt that he was not hit hard, Reid immediately threw another bomb, "Really that person is Jim, although he The purpose is not simple, but it also helped a lot.”

"Jim?" Isaac still didn't have much memory of the lousy street name.

"Jim Moriarty," Reid said. "He is smart enough and full of confidence in himself. Even though we have explained that the information is just a game without any truth, he still thinks that I was deceived by you, and that what is recorded in the information is the truth."

Isaac could only take a deep breath to keep himself calm, and had nothing to say about his past death-defying behavior.He escaped from the hands of the famous consulting criminals, instead of being forced to jump off the building like Sherlock, what is there to complain about?

"It's a good thing he's dead." Isaac breathed a sigh of relief and shot himself, enough damage to blow a hole in the back of his head.

"What?" Reid looked at Isaac. "Who's dead?"

"Moriarty." Isaac's voice was relaxed, the kind that had absolutely no chance of cheating.Looking at Jack London again, a certain barrier in his mind seemed to disappear all of a sudden, "This bad guy, even if he dies, he will not forget to leave a nail to deal with me in his lifetime."

"nail?"

"Another identity of Moriarty is to consult criminals. He plays with people's hearts, advises criminals, and completes crimes that people can't accomplish with their own IQ. I must have angered him somewhere and made him so bitter." Issac again Emphasized, "It's a good thing he's dead."

"But since he's dead, who framed you?" Reid asked.

"There will always be some minions left, the ones who are loyal and can fulfill his last wish." Even though he said so, Isaac was not sure in his heart.He wasn't Sherlock, the one who would give Moriarty that 'rather die than drag you to hell' determination.He was more inclined that Moriarty really wanted to plot against him. After his death, his subordinates sorted out his belongings, discovered this incident by accident, and took action for it.

The corners of Reid's mouth tightened.He doesn't dislike Jim, there's always something to talk about, but that doesn't mean he can remain indifferent after knowing his other identity.Mixed likes and dislikes, and hearing the news of his death, Reid's emotions were so complicated that he completely forgot, since Issac's memory flickered in and out, how did he know about it?

But that's okay, someone will notice.

Just hope Isaac doesn't play too badly against that guy in the near future.

Rossi listened to the entire conversation in the observation room through the headset, looked at the complacent Jack London, and suddenly interrupted him.

"Do you think he'll approve of your move?" Rossi asked.

JackLondon showed a surprised expression that was almost mocking, "Of course he won't agree, because if I tell the truth, he will be finished!"

"I mean the judge you respect very, very much and love like a father." Rossi's voice was not loud, but with certainty, "Do you think he will approve of your actions? Your actions will only make He is ashamed."

"Shut up!" Jack London's reaction was stronger this time than any other time, he stood up with a snarl, and wanted to grab Rossi by the collar and beat him up.However, his movements were first stopped by the detective with sharp eyesight and quick hands.He was pressed against the table, his cheek pressed against the cold surface, panting heavily, looking at Rossi with burning eyes.

Rossi had expected this result a long time ago, but he did not expect Jack London's reaction to be so strong, which showed that the judge held a unique and sacred position in his heart.After making a judgment in his heart, Rossi's expression of hatred did not change, "You also know that you have humiliated him."

"He won't! No!..." A hysterical Jack London was finally knocked unconscious by Lestrade.

"Remember to clean up the surveillance video, if someone checks afterwards, you can say that the surveillance is broken." Rossi reminded very experienced, leaving Lestrade dumbfounded.

All right. Lestrade wiped his face and admitted in his heart that instead of writing a written report on why the prisoner was stunned, deleting the monitoring is indeed a simple and quick solution.

However, as an upright and responsible Scottish inspector, this tempting idea disappeared after only one turn in his mind.

Seeing Rossi walk out, several people in the observation room surrounded him, "Rossi, what did you find?"

"The lamb who has been led astray." Rossi shook his head, "Garcia, go and check the judge in the district where JackLondon is located. Is there anyone involved in an accident because of their children? The intersection with JackLondon... may not necessarily be the same. , He is more like a kind of spiritual sustenance, which is likely to be where Jack London’s heart knot lies. As for the deliberate guidance you discussed, don’t give up on this line, instigating a crime is also a crime.”

David Rossi personally proved what ginger is still old and spicy.As a piece of spicy ginger, he almost guessed the whole truth.

Garcia searched according to the keywords given by Rossi, and soon there were results.

What appeared on the screen was a thin, serious, gray-haired old man who had passed away due to a sudden heart attack.As Garcia dug deeper, she discovered that the old man's heart attack had occurred on the same day as the report issuing his son's death.

"Did he die because he was suddenly stimulated by the news of his son's death?" Emily thought thoughtfully, "Garcia, how did his son die?"

"You can't believe it when I say it. I don't believe in class, but can you imagine? The son of a judge, caught up in a street gang fight, and someone accused him of drug trafficking!" Garcia crackled the keyboard , "I'm not a judge, but if I have a child who dares to do this in the future, I will definitely let him know what it means to be angry from a mother!"

"So, is this the judge who was killed by a child?" Morgan touched his chin, "BabyGirl, have you found out about the relationship between Jack London and that judge?"

"Not yet." Garcia didn't turn his head back, "This is the inconvenience of transnational cases. If you are in China, you can visit and find out the truth of the matter yourself, instead of waiting for your domestic colleagues to finish their visits like now. Come up with a result."

Fortunately, their old colleague and friend Anderson took over the matter and quickly sent them feedback: "JackLondon was abused by his father until he was five years old, until he was discovered by the social worker, his father was deprived The judge accepted the case. Then the custody of JackLondon was transferred to his aunt. He is a very hardworking kid. He always uses his free time to do some things to help mow the lawn and deliver newspapers to earn pocket money. Money. Oh, and he also worked as a dog walker for the judge's golden retriever for a while, so that's where they crossed."

It sounds unremarkable, and even a little inspirational.But thinking about what he has done, it makes people feel creepy.

"Is it empathy?" Isaac was not sure. "He regarded the judge as his father, just, powerful, and majestic. He used this image to replace his abusive father."

"And once the father in his heart has an accident, the grief in his heart cannot be vented. Because the closest relationship between them on the surface is the owner and the hourly worker." Reid continued, "His grief cannot be vented, and knowing' The cause of his father's illness made him feel more angry. But his anger was also unable to vent because he was dead. Sadness and anger were brewing in his heart longer and longer, and he finally had only two options , one is to continue to endure until the day when it is unbearable; the other is to vent, obviously someone gave him until, let him find those who he thinks are in a similar situation, clean up the dross, it will make him feel like he' Father's have a chance to live on."

"..." Isaac was silent for a long time, "I won't sympathize with him."