Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Profile for whom?

If it is looking for someone, the forces behind Unnamed are not vegetarians, and it is absolutely impossible to let Unnamed degenerate to find foreign aid.Maybe it's a mission?

At this time, Rhett is 80.00% sure that Anonymous is a mercenary.

But the unnamed expression shows that he is very serious, and it is by no means to express his doubts about the controversial discipline of profiling, or to provoke the professional standards of the behavior analysis team.

Rhett asked in bewilderment.

Unnamed looked at Rhett's confused eyes, those brown eyes with messy brown hair, completely harmless, and suddenly had the illusion that he was looking at a lost cat.

Does US law require FBI agents to act cute and break the law?There must be, look back to Matt and ask.

"I."

Random thoughts belong to random thoughts, and the questions that should be answered have not been named.A very simple word made Rhett look up faster than a squirrel seeing a pine cone.

It is human nature not to want to be dissected, to show our true selves in front of others.This type of behavior can lead to extreme insecurity, especially for someone as vigilant as Unnamed.

Voluntarily showing a psychoanalysis to others is almost as unacceptable as stripping in the middle of the street.

However, I have seen a lot of barefoot immortals fighting on the roof of the church in underpants. I guess I would not be surprised to see someone stripping in the street, and I would not mind letting the behavior analysis team see his mental state clearly.

"Of course, but profiling is not a 100% accurate process. We will ask you some questions, and then make a judgment based on other facts. If it is about psychological conditions, you still need to visit a specialized psychotherapist—" Reid As soon as he mentioned the field he knew, he immediately began to spit out terms like a cannonball.

His gaze followed Unknown, and suddenly he felt something warm on his head.

"Well, no problem," Unknown stood up and took the opportunity to put his hand on Rhett's head.

why?Everyone in the behavior analysis team who happened to see this scene collapsed.

Reed, who we raised together, had to add 20 yuan of sugar to the coffee he worked so hard to feed every day. Why can you, a pretender who suddenly appeared, pat his head?

Let go!We haven't touched it yet!

"Okay," Unnamed put down his hands as if he sensed the murderous gaze from beside him, "Just now you had a bunch of stupid hair on your head."

The profilers of the team are very interested in the unnamed request, and apart from his behavior of touching Red's fur, there is no hostile relationship between the two parties for the time being.They agreed easily.

"From the way you snipe the suspect, we may be able to draw a general mental sketch," Rossi first began to explain their workflow, "but this is different from when we profile criminals, you are here and you can point out our profile. Inaccuracies in writing."

"No problem," said Anonymous, saying he was all ears.

"First of all, you are at least 1000 meters away from the scene, and the opportunity to attack is fleeting, and the suspect's behavior has no specific rules to follow," Agent Prentice deduced, "You are familiar with sniping, I would have said You have military experience, you're probably in your 30s, and you obviously don't."

"Choosing the operation mode of sniping shows that you don't care about the feeling of being noticed, and you even want to reduce your sense of existence," Morgan said, "but you are obviously not afraid of melee combat, and you are in the interrogation It can be seen from the calm response in the room that you are confident that you can get out of here, no matter what method you use."

"Generally, people who are wary like you will show symptoms like agitation if they're not in a situation that they have full control over," Reed added.

"In addition, you didn't hesitate at all when you sniped, even if the bullet might hit Reed. You didn't show the excitement, nervousness, panic and other emotions after killing people," Hochner said. affected by this operation."

"Antisocial personality," Prentiss suggested a possibility, "We don't have any information about you, so we can't speculate further, but it seems that you don't care much about other people's emotions or even their lives."

"It's just a matter of habit," Unknown laughed.He marveled at how accurately these profilers portrayed his own psychology.

The most powerful weapon of the behavioral analysis team is not the gun on the waist, Anonymous looks at Red's hand/gun that hangs on the front right side of the body in an unprofessional way.Their most feared weapon is their profile.

"Do you know Shakespeare's sonnets?" Rhett suddenly interrupted the whole process and began to ask completely irrelevant questions, and everyone looked at him unexpectedly.But they all believe that their little genius will not be aimless.

"Sorry, I don't know much about this issue," Unnamed frowned and thought for a while, he really didn't know much about literary works.

"Can you play chess?" Then, everyone realized Reid's strategy, and some couldn't believe that he actually planned to ask this question.

"No." Anonymous shook his head honestly, not because he was not good at strategy, but because he didn't have the opportunity to learn this.Except for the last time he saw Charles and Eric playing chess, he couldn't remember where he had seen this kind of puzzle game.

"Can you play chess?" Rhett did not give up and continued to ask - repeating the same question.

"No." Unnamed didn't show any impatience. In fact, he believed that any question was worthy of being answered seriously, no matter whether it was exactly the same as last time or not.

"Can you play chess?" Rhett asked a third time.

"No." Unknown was still patient, without even showing the slightest bit of confusion, "Sorry, I have to answer a phone call."

He walked out of the lounge, leaving the profilers in the room.

"The Turing test is a program used to test whether artificial intelligence is qualified. If more than 30.00% of the testers think that they are talking to machines, the artificial intelligence has not passed the test." Make sure that the name is out of hearing, Dr. Reid took a deep breath In one breath, "I use the most standard questionnaire, but if I repeat the same question three times, if it is a human being, there will be reactions such as impatience. Even if he is right in front of me, I feel that he is more like a machine than a human .”

Unnamed did not pass.

"Maybe we're all wrong," Rossi said, "his anti-social tendencies are not inherent, if he doesn't think he's a human in his heart, and doesn't behave like a human—"

Someone knocked at the door, Rossi immediately stopped talking, the profilers suddenly turned their heads, and saw Unknown standing at the door with one hand still knocking on the door, with the same smile on his face.

"I have to go," he said.

I don't know how long Unnamed stood at the door and heard how many conversations they had, but his expressions and movements were flawless, and he didn't seem to be affected at all.

It cannot be inferred based on common sense that Anonymous is not named, but it is the cognition reached by the group in the short conversation just now.

"We'll take you out," let Agent Heat see Hotchner nod, and lead him outside, with the team following.

A dilapidated taxi was parked at the main entrance of the police station, sandwiched between the team's specially equipped black SUV, the yellow color was particularly conspicuous.

When Anonymous opened the door and sat in, Rhett was sure he saw something suspicious in red.Then a hand in a blood-stained glove patted the car window and wiped it like a wiper blade, leaving a large blood stain. It is not known whether it made the window glass cleaner or dirtier.

A strange man with a mask pressed against the windowpane greeted them cheerfully.Almost his entire face was squeezed and flattened against the glass, which looked ridiculous.

A horrifying farewell to the Behavior Analysis team,

"Brother, I heard that Little Sweetheart is anti-social, this is too hot," Deadpool shook his head and listened to his little yellow song, his uniform was damaged a lot, and it was covered with his own blood or someone else's blood .Anyway, the driver brother is very proficient in business, and has already spread plastic paper on the seat.

"The Doctor Strange next door, or Doctor Strange, seems to be anti-social too—well, the universe is confused, anyway, they both have the same face length, but you are much cuter than him, sweetheart!"

Deadpool danced and danced, blood was overflowing from the folds of the uneven plastic film, spilled forward with the inertia of the car decelerating, and stuck to the back of the driver's seat.

"Did you hear me!" Deadpool shook his head, "Brother's boyfriend is anti-social! We are made for each other!"

"I'd rather I didn't hear it," said Zemo, who was in the passenger seat, wisely wearing a mask to conceal his identity or to avoid the smell of blood.He seriously considered whether to order a mask of the same style as winter next time.

It looks very strong, and it is also anti-smog.

"Hmm," Unnamed rolled his eyes and smiled, he didn't necessarily understand the concept of anti-social - the lack of empathy is a necessary skill to survive in the game, but Deadpool seemed very happy.

So he is also very happy.

Deadpool quietly grasped his hand, and the two intertwined their fingers.Unnamed felt that Deadpool's strength seemed to be stronger than usual, although he was not the kind of person who would cry out for pain if he scratched casually, he still looked at Deadpool suspiciously.

Feeling the unnamed gaze, the latter tilted his head slightly, tightened the strength in his hand, and breathed warmly through the mask and brushed against the unnamed ear:

"Brother, I have a gift for you when I go back."

The author has something to say: I feel very uncomfortable today, and I haven't typed out a single word...

But don't worry, there will still be 50 chapters tomorrow