The dragon clan cultivated a Chu Mensao

United States, New York.

At the crowded train station, a young man in a black windbreaker got off the train with a cello bag on his back and dragged his suitcase. He looked like a student who came to learn music, but any knowledgeable passer-by would be able to spot this Being a teenager is not easy.

Because his new MaxMara windbreaker is enough to show that even if this is a student who came to learn the cello, he is also a person from a noble academy.If you look closely at the suitcase without the LOGO, you will find that it is a high-end product that is purely hand-made.The most common thing on his whole body is the Fengling cello bag that looks the most important. It is said that this bag is the most common and it is also the most expensive custom-made piano bag. The reason for the commonness is probably that only this bag can be bought with money You can get it, but you can't buy other things on the boy.

The teenager walked into the lounge, looked at his watch, the person who picked him up had not arrived yet, and sent him a text message———Sorry I'm on duty today, I'm sorry I can't pick you up, I'm really sorry! !

Where is the trust between people, don't trust netizens anymore! !Chu Zihang stared at the phone expressionlessly.This is Chu Zihang's second netizen after Moriarty. He met on a psychology academic forum. He seemed to be a normal person when chatting... I guess Moriarty was an exception.

"He! guys!!"

He turned his head and saw a black man in a police uniform with the FBI logo and his colleagues running over.

"Asian? I'm the FBI." The other party showed his ID. "Please show your ID. May I ask you a few questions."

"Okay." Chu Zihang replied, taking out the ID in his pocket.

"Oh... Chu Zihang... are you a freshman, what are you doing in New York?" While the other party was flipping through his ID, the thin colleague next to him was on the phone, as if to check his identity.

"Cello lessons, but...the person who picks me up doesn't seem to come." Chu Zihang said, "May I ask what happened?"

"Recently, there have been some murders in the hospital. The murderer was wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a box... Mind if I check your piano bag?" the other party asked.

"..." Chu Zihang took down the piano bag and opened it. There was indeed only one cello inside. The other party thought about it and seemed to want to pick up the cello.

"Okay, thank you Garcia," his colleague hung up the phone, "Chu Zihang, arrived in New York from Chicago 15 minutes ago, and there is no record of leaving Chicago in the previous month, so it can't be him."

"Okay then, thank you for your cooperation, be careful at night these days." The black policeman gave Chu Zihang a smile.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang nodded, picked up the piano bag and left.

He was a little confused, why would the police look for him? If the two policemen really touched the gig bag, they would definitely find the problem. They habitually use the second layer of the gig bag to equip most of the weapons. This gig bag can Not ordinary Shen, Yushen Knife. Murasame, Boleta 92f, and small equipment (experimental stage) kindly provided by the equipment department.

Every time he does a task, he is testing new inventions for the equipment department, and he will definitely charge for it in the future, Chu Zihang thought silently.

Because the executive department personnel who joined the police in New York sent a message that they could not respond to, Chu Zihang could only agree to the response from the netizens, and had to go to the police station to get the information. With the information collected, let Norma conquer it.

Chu Zihang impatiently put the salute on his body into the hotel, took a taxi to an office building, looked up at the tall building, then looked blankly at the location of the phone, and then looked at the received message. Address picture.

Isn’t this sentence the same building... No matter how you look at it, it’s different! !When Chu Zihang called the executive in New York again, he was told that the other party's mobile phone was out of service... Wearing it again?Not like it?

However, Chu Zihang had calmed down about this kind of thing, and he immediately went to the hospital where the accident happened.This is the seventh mission of Chu Zihang's freshman year. According to the investigation of the executive department, a dangerous target with dragon blood killed a pregnant woman in Brooklyn, New York, and cut away the fetus that was about to be born. According to the analysis It is used for alchemy experiments.

"Fuck..." Chu Zihang almost turned around and left immediately. That's right, Norma said that he was not alone in this mission, but why did he bring Caesar here.

"You're a bit late." Caesar sat on the bench in the hospital, looking down at the receipt in his hand.

"Sorry, my family doesn't have a business jet, so I can only take the train." Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.

"Here." Caesar handed the receipt to Chu Zihang.

"What?" Chu Zihang took a look at the receipt. It was a hospital bill. The inpatient was Chu Zihan, and the department was...the fucking obstetrics department. "Why don't you go!?"

"Which of us do you think is more like a lady?" Caesar stood up, walked up to Chu Zihang, and compared the heights of the two of them with his hands.

Caesar vs Chu Zihang

Caesar wins.

"So it's a coincidence?" Several FBIs were sitting in a police car not far away.

"What's the matter Morgan?"

"JJ, have you seen that boy, the one in the black windbreaker?"

"Chu Zihang, is that the one you met before?" The blonde girl picked up the binoculars, "Oh, he is quite handsome, there is another person beside him, Morgan, you and Rhett have seen him, you doubt him ?."

"I called Hodge and he's in the hospital," Morgan said.

"But Morgan, he looks less than 20 years old, a college student in Chicago, the clothes and suitcases on his body are carefully crafted to show that he is not greedy for money, he behaves well and looks like a leader in school, such a person has a criminal record in the United States The probability is less than 3.6%." Reid thought for a while.

"Hey Hodge, where are you... I saw you. Did you notice two men at the door, a black-haired Asian and a blond Italian." Morgan asked while calling, "I saw it." The other side of the phone replied, "A black trench coat? But this doesn't fit our profile. What we are looking for is a white man in his 30s."

"Okay, let's talk about it after you finish your investigation." Morgan hung up the phone and suddenly thought, "Speaking of Rhett, don't you still want to pick up netizens?"

"Huh?" Rhett was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his watch, "I... completely forgot."

"Hmm~" JJ shrugged, "You'd better call him."

"Okay, okay, I'll call after work." Reid scratched his head helplessly, he screwed up the first time he saw a netizen...

In the BUA office, Hodge dropped several photos on the table.

"Black windbreaker, carrying a suitcase, about 30 years old. This is everyone who is currently in and out of the hospital." Hodge said.

"So, what happened to the boy you mentioned today." Gordon asked, "I checked their records in the hospital, the Italian is named Cesar Gattuso, and he just handled a case called Chu Zihan Women's expectant hospitalization information."

"We met him at the train station, black windbreaker, carrying a suitcase, and then he showed up at the hospital," Morgan said. "Although I looked at his gig bag, I still think that the gig bag is not right, and... you pay attention Have you seen his movements?"

"If you mean he holds the gig bag and the suitcase with his left hand, people who are trained know to hold things with the weak hand and use the other hand to deal with emergencies, watch him pause for 0.5-1 second when he walked in the door , In fact, he was scanning the layout of the room and the personnel, judging the threat personality and planning the escape route. The people around him looked like Italians, and they always put their hands in their trouser pockets habitually. He must have two guns on his waist at ordinary times. This action Make it easier for him to draw his gun," Rhett replied.

"That's right Rhett, I've already seen the gun on his waist..." Hodge said, an Italian who can carry a gun with him is really a problem.

At this moment, the phone rang.

"Oh!! That's the phone number!" Reid stood up suddenly, took out the phone in his pocket, and Hodge signaled that he could answer the phone.

"Hello?" It was clearly a young boy's voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, I'm on duty today so I didn't go to the train station to pick you up. Shall we discuss that paper again tonight?" Rhett asked cautiously.

"Okay, where can I wait for you?" The other party's voice was unhurried.

"I'll get off work right away, please send me your address..." Reid looked at the address, and suddenly walked to the window. Everyone else in the office looked at each other and didn't know what happened.

"You're near me, I'll go find you right away." Reid's expression was a little stiff, but he still tried to maintain a relaxed voice, "Okay, goodbye."

"What's wrong?" Morgan asked.

"The Asian boy at the train station...is my netizen." Reid looked horrified, "And he's sitting in the Starbucks downstairs!!!"

"Calm down Rhett, we didn't say that boy was the murderer." Morgan patted Rhett's shoulder, "But do you want me to accompany you?"

"I don't want it anymore. He is indeed a student. We met at the Chicago Psychological Academic Forum. We haven't had much contact with each other before, so we don't know the other party's information. This time he wants to take cello lessons. By the way, I want to talk to He's discussing the speech at the Chicago Psychology Report, and he's going to write a paper." Rhett took a few deep breaths, "I'll try to gather some useful information."

"Leave immediately if there is a situation," Hodge said.

"Understood." Rhett nodded and left the office.

Chu Zihang was sitting in Starbucks. He had to go to the hospital tomorrow to pretend to be a pregnant woman. No matter how he thought about it, he had a headache.There is Caesar's notebook on the table, and Chu Zihang is revising his thesis.That's right, the psychological thesis was Caesar's homework, and he said that just as a cover, but he didn't expect that his netizen was really a genius.

"Hello."

Chu Zihang looked up and saw the FBI, and he was a little confused to hide Cun Yu who was leaning against the window.

"Well, you are 'I love Beijing Tian. Anmen'." The other party smiled a little shyly, "I am 'Little Doctor Genius'."

"Hello." Chu Zihang nodded politely who thought of such a blunt and hateful name for you.

"We met before, that Chu Zihang." Reid said with some embarrassment. "At the train station..."

"FBI?" Chu Zihang wanted to cover his face, he only had two netizens, one was a master criminal and the other was FBI...

"That's right, my name is Spencer Reed." The other party hastily stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Chu Zihang." Chu Zihang shook hands with the other party. The FBI who was much older than him actually looked like a child.

'Wait... Spencer...Red? Chu Zihang suddenly looked down at Caesar's paper.If he remembers correctly, the sixth line of the fifth paragraph reads...

The occurrence of any criminal behavior is based on the criminal psychology of the criminal subject, and the emergence of criminal psychology always has certain rules and mechanisms.The three situations mentioned in the report Genius crime are nothing more than the difference of psychological control, uncontrollable and complete control, complete control and high IQ crimes and high IQ scholars, such as Moriarty in Sherlock Holmes and Criminal Minds Spencer Reed, when you have a transcendent talent, you will hope to use this talent in everything you do, instead of breaking through it. Of course, the hybrids may think differently...

Well, Caesar made an analogy...

After a brief two seconds, Chu Zihang turned his attention to his netizen again.

"Spenser... Rhett?" Chu Zihang tried to save the last hope.

"That's right, it's me!" Reid smiled, staring at Chu Zihang with piercing eyes.

…What the fuck.

The author has something to say:

Yesterday's text was very distressing,

Let's cut a piece and watch the episode! !

look here! ! !That's right here! ! !

The author is here ah here! ! ! ! !

Did you see me! !

Did you see me! ! !

I saw it and started talking! !

I said oh! !

I'm so sorry

Yesterday I didn't send an article to the person who left the email

Because all email messages were blocked by Jinjiang! !

So I can only let everyone join the group to watch...

Group number: 101645842 Any follow-up articles will be posted in it.

Remember to write down the verification information

Otherwise, the author would not dare to add people casually...

I don't want to join the group after reading the article... The author doesn't know how to do it, or you can tell me a way...