[Comprehensive] IQ knocks on the door

his arm, and one is missing from my collection of yearbooks. "Speaking Augustine tried hard to look at the English words on the paper, trying to catch the flash of inspiration.

"Diary," Reid whispered.

"What?" Augustine was slightly taken aback.

Reid took the pen in Augustine's hand: "Look, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", deathlyhallows. Niihau Island. Niihau Island. Broken Arm Venus' missing arm. Arm. Backstreet Boys, Kevin Richardson. The last yearbook, yearbook." Reid took a pen and drew a circle on 'D', 'I', 'A', 'R', 'Y': "diary, the closest to your life, the easiest to leave reminders s things."

"A diary?" Augustine opened the cabinet beside the bed, and her diary lay quietly inside.

Augustine picked it up and opened it, and a sheet of paper fluttered to the floor.

Reid bent down to pick up the piece of paper, but saw dozens of strings of numbers written on it, which seemed to be dozens of phone numbers. Reid picked up the phone by his bedside and dialed the numbers.The attributions of these phone numbers were found to vary, and not even limited to Nevada.Phone numbers end up literally all over the United States.

Reid was about to feel that Augustine's friendship range is wide enough, but then the answer of the person who answered the phone was not as Reid thought.

Because what came from the microphone was either a cold empty number prompt or an angry scolding sound after hearing Reid's question.Not counting those empty numbers, just among the phone numbers that can be connected, there are male and female voices, old and young.People in their [-]s and [-]s, down to seven or eight years old are involved.

Reid slapped the whole person in a daze.He didn't understand what was going on right now.He even called a number whose owner was said to have been dead for five years!

The people who answered the phone spoke in different tones, but they all expressed the same meaning: "I don't know Augustine Jones, don't call me again!"

After being hung up again, Reid looked at Augustine who was lost in thought, and murmured, "What's going on Augustine." Reid didn't understand what was happening now.If Augustine still bears the notorious 'bone digger' reputation, he can still understand the anger and eagerness of those people to get rid of the relationship.But now Augustine has been portrayed by the Nevada media as a lone hero who pursues the real culprit alone but is framed by officials with ulterior motives and finally thrown into prison in embarrassment.Why are these people still so angry when they hear Augustine's name?

Augustine's face was ugly.He could hear from the tone of those people's voices that it was not the first time they had received inquiries.This shows that someone before them found his diary, saw the phone number on the note, and called one by one to confirm the relationship between the two. Augustine didn't simply think that it was done by the police who came to his house to investigate the case.Because when he checked the police station's list of returned confiscated items, he didn't find the diary.

Although the diary was well placed in the bedside table, the way it was placed did not follow his habit of placing it.He has always placed his diaries vertically with the back facing up and the fonts upside down.

Although this diary is also placed vertically, it is facing up, and the font on the cover is in an upright state.Apparently it took a long time for someone to pick it up and look through it before putting it back down.It has been so long that he has forgotten how the original owner placed the diary.

Who stole his diary?And because he was afraid that he would find out and return the property to the original owner?

Does that person know the secret he hides in the diary?

At this time, Reid finally finished calling the phone number on the paper. As expected, none of the owners of the phone numbers on the list admitted to knowing Augustine.

If the key is not with the owners of the phone numbers, then the key is with the phone numbers.

This is another code.

Both Augustine's and Reid's eyes were on the note.The note seemed to have been folded many times, and some of the creases were even torn and frayed.The paper looked so fragile that it seemed that a slight tug would tear the strip apart.This had to make the two people who were trying to find clues on him act extra cautiously.

Fortunately, the numbers on the paper can still be clearly distinguished.

Augustine found that although the numbers on this piece of paper were all 11 digits, they were not arranged neatly.It doesn't fit his character, after all Augustine has some obsessive-compulsive disorder himself, and he hates all untidy things.

If it weren't for the words on this piece of paper, it was indeed written by him.He would even suspect that all of this was a prank arranged by that unknown enemy.

This is the phone number written on the piece of paper.

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00013274093483

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0000013702517493

15532628971

00013285533629

0000000015329771586

0000013992045283

0000000018802462552

000000000015572059943

There are nearly fifty phone numbers in a similar arrangement above.The two looked at the numbers on the note in a daze, completely unaware of what Augustine was thinking back then.

The steps to solve the mystery suddenly came to a deadlock.

The author has something to say: Because Jinjiang does not allow formatting, the scum in the space is replaced with 0.It's important after all ==

Damn it, I struggled with it for more than half an hour, and the code turned out to be like that. I was wrong QAQ, and the scum will never move this thing again QAQ

☆、Augustine's puzzle 9

Augustine's Riddle 9

0000018554699468

00013274093483

000000013602824272

0000013702517493

15532628971

00013285533629

0000000015329771586

0000013992045283

0000000018802462552

000000000015572059943

A dense and irregular array of phone numbers, none of whose owners admitted to knowing Augustine.What kind of mystery is hidden here?

"Reid, do you have any thoughts?" Augustine asks, driven mad by who he was a year ago.

Reid ignored Augustine, but picked up a pen to write and draw on a piece of paper.

Augustine took a closer look curiously, and saw that Reid had converted the numbers on the paper into a variety of languages ​​that Augustine had learned, accompanied by Virginia ciphers, Navajo ciphers, Vigener ciphers, etc. about five or six Various interpretation methods were used for conversion and calculation, and Augustine whistled: "Cool, Spencer, how do you know that I have learned these things?"

"No offense, Augustine. Your profile has been in front of every member of the BAU. Believe me, each of us knows something about you," Reid said without looking up.

Augustine wanted to complain: Do you think everyone has a memory like yours?He'd bet everyone in the BAU other than Reid had formatted their memories of him long ago.

But for the sake of Reid's seriousness in cracking the password he left behind, Augustine kindly decided not to bother him.But now Augustine is so tired of the password in his diary that he has a headache, he doesn't want to torture himself, but it's very irresponsible to leave everything to Reid, Augustine really doesn't have such a thick skin.So he picked up his diary and looked through it, pretending to be looking for clues, but really just wondering if he had forgotten anything else.

But unfortunately, Augustine was disappointed in the end.Unsurprisingly, some rather trivial things were recorded in the diary.There are also some conjectural notes on the synthesis of heavy metal elements.

The diary is very messy, and the grammar of the sentences is not smooth, other than that, it is no different from anyone's diary in the world. Augustine didn't have any special feelings when she flipped through the diary from the beginning to the end.He sighed and put down the diary in his hand, turned his head and saw that Reid was still caught in the number puzzle, calculating non-stop. Augustine felt a little guilty.He got up and decided to cook a dinner for himself and Reid to replenish his energy.

Augustine closed the door gently, went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.There are only some noodles, onions, sauces and other pasta ingredients that he bought at the convenience store downstairs this morning in the refrigerator.

Augustine originally wanted to cook something to fill his stomach, so he didn't buy too many ingredients.So basically he and Reid cook pasta for dinner.

These things are fine to eat by themselves, to entertain Spencer... I don't know if he likes it or not. Augustine hesitated in distress whether to go out and do some more shopping.After all, even if it is to make pasta, the ingredients in his refrigerator are not enough for two big men to eat.

While Augustine was hesitating, his doorbell rang.

Augustine was a little dazed, who came to visit him not long after he was released from prison?

Augustine put down the ingredients in his hands, went to the door and opened it. Seeing someone outside, Augustine frowned reflexively, and then glanced at her bedroom.

He was secretly thankful that the sound insulation of his house was not bad as he opened the door.

"Mr Jones came to see me so late, what can you do?" Augustine leaned against the door frame and didn't intend to let him in.

LeoJones didn't get angry, he just whispered: "Aren't you going to let me in?"

Augustine pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smirk: "I don't want to."

LeoJones looked at Augustine expressionlessly: "I want to remind you that it's time to make a decision."

Augustine's eyes sank: "Just call me about this matter, why come to the door in person?"

"Your phone is off," Leo Jones said.

Augustine was slightly stunned, and took out the phone from his pocket to fiddle with it. It turned out that the battery couldn't hold up and turned off automatically. Augustine gave it a thumbs up in her heart, temporarily putting aside the idea of ​​getting a new phone.He thought about the anger that might appear on Leo Jones' face when he couldn't get through to him in the afternoon, and his mood improved slightly: "So, you came to the door in person to show me your sincerity?"

Leo Jones said: "Not only that, can you let me in now?"

Augustine turned sideways to let Jones enter the room, and he pointed to the study beside him: "You go in first, we'll talk there."

Jones didn't object, he went straight into the study.

Augustine didn't follow up immediately, he went to the kitchen and put down all the noodles, he had a hunch that he wouldn't be able to have dinner with Reid tonight.

After Augustine made the pasta, she cooked a bowl of soup with the remaining ingredients.At this moment Reid just came out of the room, he scratched his hair: "Augustine, are you hungry?"

"No, this is cooked for you. Come and eat, you will have the strength to think after eating." Augustine greeted Spencer.

Reid smiled sheepishly, walked over to the table and sat down.He looked at the single bowl of noodles on the table in confusion and asked, "Augustine, don't you want to eat?"

Augustine glanced at the door of the study and said, "I have to go out later, so I won't eat for now."

Reid asked: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Augustine said: "I'm going to Mr. Jones's house for a while, and I may not be back tonight."

Reid could hear the alienated tone in Augustine's words, he pursed his lips, he didn't know what to say, and he said after a long while: "Does that require me to leave?"

Augustine half-jokingly said: "Don't be stupid, Spencer, you have to help me unlock the password! Don't think that I will let you go. It's okay, I will be back tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I will take you out by then Play."

Reid said: "Actually, I am also from Las Vegas, and I know what fun places are here."

Augustine chuckled: "comeon, Spencer. Although you grew up in Las Vegas, did you go anywhere other than the library?"

Reid puffed up his cheeks slightly and defended himself: "I do spend most of my time in the library, but that doesn't mean I don't have other extracurricular activities. You know I've been in and out of Las Vegas The gambling city of Sri Lanka is also on the list of 12 casinos that are prohibited from entering!"

Augustine raised her hand forgivingly: "Well, well, I know Spencer is not a boring person. By the way, those casinos can't afford to lose."

Reid said rather embarrassedly: "Maybe I won too much money."

"Well, what's going on?" Augustine asked with interest.

Reid suddenly fell silent.He was in a daze, as if caught in a sad memory.

Augustine murmured that it was not good. He seemed to have touched on Reid's sadness, so he quickly changed the subject: "Spencer, eat quickly, the noodles are getting cold."

Reid was taken aback for a moment, then picked up a fork and rolled a mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

Reid just chewed twice, then stopped.

Seeing this, Augustine quickly asked, "What? Isn't it delicious?"

"It's a little salty," Reid said.

Augustine took the fork in Reid's hand, took a bite of the rolled up noodles, and then froze. Reid was merciful, how could this be a little salty?Obviously too salty!How much salt did he add?

Reid took the sauce that was used for seasoning on the table, looked at the ingredients on it and asked, "Augustine, did you use this for seasoning?"

Augustine nodded: "I'm afraid the taste is not enough, so I put it here for you to add freely." Now it seems that the taste is not enough?Obviously the taste is too much!

Reid said, "It's a salty sauce, did you add more salt afterward?"

Augustine took a look at the bottle in Reid's hand, and then covered his face unbearably: "I took the wrong sauce, I'm sorry Spencer. Don't eat it, let's order takeaway."

Reid quickly said, "It's okay, Augustine, I don't think it tastes bad."

Augustine took the plate in front of Reid, dumped the noodles into the trash can, and said, "Don't embarrass yourself, Spencer. Don't eat if it doesn't taste good. What do you like to eat, I'll order takeaway?"

Reid watched Augustine pick up the landline and waited for him to answer, then swallowed the excuse in his mouth again: "The pizza will be fine."

Augustine nodded understandingly, and dialed the number casually: "Do you like sweet, salty, spicy?"

Reid joked: "Sweet is good, I don't want to touch salt anymore today."

As soon as Reid finished speaking, he regretted it. He thought it was just a joke to adjust the atmosphere, but he was a little embarrassed when he met Augustine's sad eyes. Reid whispered, "I'm sorry, Augustine."

Augustine patted himself on the face, and returned to his usual hippie smile: "Spencer, why do you like to apologize so much, I was just joking."

Reid smiled.

After placing the order, Augustine put down the phone: "This pizza is fast, and the rare taste is also good. Wait for another 10 minutes and the meal will be served."

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry right now," Reid said.

Augustine joked casually: "I hope it's not because my face turned your appetite off."

"No." Reid explained: "Although it's very salty..."

"Justkidding!" Augustine was extremely helpless, he decided to let go of his poor craftsmanship and instead brought up a topic that Reid was relatively interested in: "Speaking of Spencer, how is the cryptography research going?"

Reid shook his head: "No, I have used a lot of passwords to decipher, and in the end I am sure that the key to unlock the password must be in your hands. Because not all passwords can apply the established formula on the Internet. If you didn't want others to know it, This password should be a situation created by you. It is difficult for outsiders to unravel."

"In the end, that damn thing stumped me." Augustine complained, "Forget it, I don't have time tonight. Reid, get a good night's sleep. Let's fight again when I come back tomorrow."

Reid shook his head: "I still want to look again. I think the way of interpretation should be related to the order of the numbers. Give me one night, and I will definitely be able to solve it."

"One night! Didn't you sleep?" Augustine asked in surprise.

On the contrary, Reid behaved normally: "I'm not used to too much sleep. I usually choose to stay up late at night to read books, especially when I see books that interest me. It's not uncommon for me to stay up all night. Augustine, don't worry about me , just give me a cup of coffee."

"How can you not be worried!" Augustine said firmly: "Spencer, don't even think about staying up late! I don't have coffee at home, only tea. So you obediently give me dinner and go to bed!"

"It's not right to go to bed right after dinner," Reid said, "It hurts the stomach..."

"Then listen to music, read a novel, and sleep later. Anyway, stay up late, don't even think about it!" Augustine said firmly: "Spencer, you are taking your life! I thought your dark circles were I haven't slept well in the past few days, and I didn't expect it to be after a long period of precipitation!" Augustine frowned slightly: "I really hope I don't have to go out tonight and stay at home to watch you."

Reid quickly comforted him: "It's okay, I just go to bed early."

Augustine looked at Reid for a while, seeing that he wasn't trying to play tricks on himself, and then he was relieved: "Okay."

At this time, the takeaway he ordered also arrived. After Augustine signed for it, he put the pizza on the table and greeted Reid: "Come and eat, you should be hungry too."

Reid picked up a piece of pizza and took a bite, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.

Seeing Reid's expression, Augustine said quite complacently: "Spencer, although my cooking skills are not very good, I still have a good eye."

Spencer chewed on the pizza and mumbled, "Aren't you going to eat it, Augustine? There's a lot of it here."

Augustine spread his hands: "No Spencer. I have something else to do." He looked at the study door and said, "I've kept him waiting long enough, I should go in and talk to him.

Reid was slightly stunned: "Who?"

Although Augustine had a smile on his face, his eyes were cold: "My 'father'." As he spoke, Augustine smiled at Reid: "It's delicious, I'll go in first."

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☆、Augustine's puzzle 10

Augustine's Riddle 10

Seeing Augustine push away from the study with a cold expression, Reid bit the pizza's cheek and froze. He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the closed door, and then glanced at the pizza in his hand. He was at a loss. Augustine had never Told him there was another person in the house!

Reid swallowed the food in his mouth, he took the half-bitten pizza and looked at the dinner that had just moved a little bit awkwardly, hesitating whether he should go in and say hello.

However, the expression on Augustine's face before entering the study was not good, and she didn't ask Reid to say hello. It seems that the relationship between their father and son is not good.Suddenly, Reid remembered Augustine's life experience that Garcia had popularized on the plane a few days ago, and he suddenly lost his appetite. Reid put the pizza back into the refrigerator, and cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks he used to eat noodles before.

After everything was done, Reid glanced at Augustine's study, there was no arguing in it, but even so, Reid couldn't let go of his heart.At the time when Augustine was most helpless, he threatened to sever the relationship between father and son, regardless of whether he was alive or dead, because Augustine came back to him when he had value.

Reid suddenly felt a little worthless for Augustine.

But all the disputes between these two people are beyond his control as an outsider. Reid stood in front of the study for a while, and finally turned around and entered the room.

Augustine's original intention was to hang Jones and annoy him.However, when he opened the study door, he saw Jones sitting comfortably on the bamboo chair, holding a book in his hand.It seems very leisurely.

When he heard Augustine enter the door, he didn't look up, but calmly turned a page and continued reading.

Seeing this, Augustine's face grew colder. He didn't want Reid to know all the conflicts between him and Jones, so he quickly entered the room and closed the door.

Augustine's study is composed of two rooms combined into one, which takes up at least half of his apartment and is even larger than his living room. Augustine didn't hide in the corner of the room, but pulled a chair and sat down in front of Jones. He only now saw the book in Jones' hand, which was his textbook at that time. Jones was perusing the notes he had written aside.

Just like any good father should do.

Augustine's complexion did not soften, but became more cold and hard. He laughed in his heart: As expected of a politician, he knows how to control people's hearts.

This is a game, whoever speaks first loses. Now that Jones has started playing the family card, he probably knows something.It's not just him who has cards in his hand, Augustine also holds enough cards for him to pay attention to.That's why he will show weakness first today.

Augustine doesn't want Jones to do what he wants, and he has no intention of reconciling.Since Jones wants to pretend, he will follow through to the end.

He reached out to open the bookcase on the side, took out the collection of short stories by Mark Twain, and opened the article "The Governor's Election" and looked at it with his head bowed.

Although Augustine looked like he was reading a book, his eyes wandered and he flipped through the book from time to time, but in fact his mind was no longer on the book.He felt that he might have frightened him when he suddenly told Reid that there were other people in his family, and he didn't know if Reid was still in the mood for dinner.

And the note Lee gave him is still in his pocket, he has never had time to read it, and he doesn't know what that person wants him to do for help.

And what is the mystery on that piece of paper full of numbers.What exactly is the key to cracking the code.

Augustine's mind was drifting away, and he wasn't worried that Jones would be angry at all.

He already guessed what Jones was doing when he came to the door today.

The day after tomorrow is Jones' 45th birthday. He probably wants to announce the news of Augustine's release from prison in a high-profile way on that day, and by the way, show a scene of fatherly kindness and filial piety to break the 'rumors' of their feud.

Augustine didn't want to do that, but he couldn't resist yet, but even so he didn't want to make it so easy for Jones.

It wouldn't do him any good to be so stalemate now, it would wear down Jones' little patience, and Augustine knew that.But he just doesn't want to, doesn't want to, doesn't do it. Augustine suppressed a sigh, her heart grew colder and colder.

Jones had finished flipping through the book in his hands at this point, obviously he wasn't ready to take another one either.

He put the book on the desk beside him, crossed his hands on the knee of the raised leg, and said, "I have to say, Augustine, you are the child who resembles me the most." His voice was low and soft, as if genuine praising him.

Augustine put down the book in his hand, noncommittal.

Jones watched as Augustine deliberately turned back the titled page without attacking.He said without changing his expression: "You are smart enough, capable enough, good at disguising enough, and good at calculating enough. It's a pity that you are too impulsive. I know what you're messing with. I just want to ask you, what are you doing now? Can it really do you any good?"

Augustine pursed his lips, his expression still could not restrain his stubbornness.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jones' mouth: "You know your choice."

Augustine finally spoke up: "Yeah, I know." He said meaningfully.

Jones didn't take it seriously, he said, "You have guests tonight."

Augustine looked at him.

Jones said to himself, "It's rare, you seem very easygoing and understanding, but I've never seen you take anyone home for the night."

Augustine sarcastically said, "Can I take it home?"

"It's rare that you don't get what you want to do," Jones said.

"Thank you for looking up to me so much."

Jones smiled and looked at Augustine: "That's the FBI, right? Very smart little doctor. When will you introduce me?"

Augustine's face changed slightly: "You spy on me."

Jones smiled and said nothing.

Augustine calmed down quickly: "Have you made an agreement with Mrs. Jones? She doesn't want to see me."

"Sherry will back down as long as it's good for her kids. She's hard on you, but she's the best mother when it comes to her kids," Jones said.

Augustine let out a little snort.

Jones didn't care. He stood up and took the book in Augustine's hand: ""The Governor's Campaign" written by Mark Twain is very ironic and thought-provoking, but it's not suitable for you or me, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he put the book on the table and said to Augustine, "There's no need to tidy up, you can go with me now. You still have your room at home."

"Heh." Augustine chuckled and didn't expose Jones' hypocrisy: "I'll go say hello to Spencer, you leave first, I'll go down right away."

Jones nodded indifferently, he opened the door, turned his back to Augustine and said, "Don't make me wait too long, you know I've always been impatient." He left Augustine's house straight away.

Augustine laughed suddenly, and he patted himself on the cheek: "Don't be so depressed, otherwise it's nothing if people see it." After speaking, Augustine put on a normal smile on his face.He walked to his room and was about to knock on the door, but Reid had already opened the door himself.

When the two saw each other, they were taken aback at the same time.

Reid spoke first: "Augustine, I heard someone leaving, so I came out to check. Are you... all right?"

Augustine smiled and pointed to his own face: "Do I look like I have something to do? Spencer, you underestimate me, don't you?"

Reid was deceived by Augustine's expression, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "That's good, are you going out tonight?"

Augustine nodded helplessly: "Well, I have something to do, I'll be back tomorrow, don't worry."

Reid nodded: "Then be careful. I'll wait for you to come back."

Augustine was taken aback for a moment, the smile on his mouth grew bigger and bigger, and there was some sincerity in his expression.He suddenly stepped forward and hugged the little doctor. Augustine said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, Reid." After speaking, he let go of the stiff little doctor: "I'll go first."

Reid nodded blankly: "Okay, goodbye, Augustine."

Augustine turned around with a smile on her lips.He suddenly felt that it was no big deal to go along with Jones' wishes once.It can also make him lower his vigilance, maybe he still has an opportunity to take advantage of it.With this in mind, Augustine left the house briskly.

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☆、Augustine's puzzle 11

Augustine's Riddle 11

Augustine came to the house in Jones' car.Along the way, Augustine didn't look sideways. He closed his eyes and meditated in boredom until the driver reminded them that they had arrived at the house.

This house is as luxurious as he saw a year ago. Augustine lost interest after a quick glance.He got out of the car with Jones at the courtyard fountain.With a calm expression, he walked into the house that he had only lived in for a year, and then only came back to visit occasionally.

The door opens to the living room. Mrs. Jones sat there and looked at the two people who walked in with cold eyes.

Jones didn't pretend to be clever and asked Augustine to say hello to Mrs. Jones.He raised his chin slightly to indicate