[Comprehensive British and American] Entering the industry needs to be cautious

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation in the museum.

Rhett followed the sound, but saw a young man in his early twenties stumbling and running almost recklessly. The people who were pushed and shoved by him inadvertently made dissatisfied voices, and the security guards in the museum rushed over when they heard the movement.

Noisy running and jumping is prohibited in the museum, and the security guards in the museum have the right to expel those who violate it.

That young man looked very thin, it can be said that he was as thin as Rhett.His expression was terrified, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying existence, which made him exhausted.

However, his escape route was single, and his speed was not very fast. Even though the existence of the crowd affected the security guards who were chasing him, he was still quickly pushed face down on the ground by those security guards.

"what--!!"

As a result, the young man who had just been pushed to the ground let out a sharp, almost distorted cry. Regardless of his aching arm, he struggled frantically.His eyes were full of panic, and he shouted, "Let go of me! Don't touch me, don't touch me!!!"

He acted like a little girl being bullied by a bunch of hooligans.

It made the surrounding people look at the security guards with strange eyes, as if they had done something obscene and indecent to this young man.

"Hey! Hey!" The security guard's expression was terribly grim.If the man didn't press it, he ran away.Hold on, he barks like that like he did something to him.

He is going to die unjustly!

The security guard was sweating profusely. If there were no onlookers, he really wanted to knock the kid unconscious with his fist.

"I'm sorry." At this moment, a polite voice sounded, but a middle-aged man wearing a three-piece suit and holding a reddish-brown gentleman's cane came over, followed by two black men. Suit men.

And from the moment this man appeared, the screaming voice stopped abruptly.The young man who was pushed to the ground looked at the man in horror, his lips turned white.

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man, and then apologized to the security: "I am Cyrus Quadix, and this is my nephew Dennis, his..." The man gracefully raised his hand, pointed to his head, and continued , "There is a little problem, he..."

"Fart!" The terrified young man burst out suddenly, and he shouted: "Cyrus Quadix, I'm not your nephew. You executioner, murderer!!"

Sellers sighed, and said: "I have Dennis' diagnosis certificate in hand, he suffers from paranoid mental illness. I just wanted to take him out to relax, but I didn't expect him to suddenly fall ill..."

The young man, namely Dennis Rifkin, was gnashing his teeth. Just as he was about to yell that he was not mentally ill, a somewhat immature voice intervened.

"Sorry to bother you."

Everyone looked over, but it was a boy in casual clothes with brown hair and brown eyes.

Reid's expression was extremely serious, and he spoke quickly and authentically: "The common symptoms of paranoid mental illness are withdrawn behavior, divorced from reality, lazy life, mechanical auditory hallucinations, compulsive thinking..."

Rhett was chattering, and Diana suffered from paranoid mental illness. When he was a child, he often worried that he would inherit this mental illness, so he studied this kind of illness very carefully.So, after Cyrus said that the man suffered from a paranoid mental illness, Rhett roughly judged that Cyrus was purely slander after two glances.

All he saw was a frightened man.

And his source of fear was this Cyrus Quadix.

Reid talked eloquently, and the big data one after another directly made the audience into a state of confusion.But Cyrus' eyes changed obviously, and he said suddenly and loudly: "Please stop!" With a strong sense of oppression in his eyes, he said in a deep voice: "What does this little gentleman mean, it's me Someone falsified Dennis' case report?"

Rhett's gaze flinched, and Cyrus' gaze was so fierce that he had no doubt that if there were not many people around, he would come over and cut his neck off.

However, he will not be threatened.

After flinching briefly, he stared back without hesitation, and Rhett said confidently, "I'd love to chat with Dennis's attending physician to find out what made that doctor make such an unwise judgment!"

"Just you?" Cyrus sneered. "Dr. Frederick Chilton is a big name in psychology, and who are you?"

"I..." Rhett's cheeks puffed up. He was still a sage who was enshrined as Saint Rhett by the Holy See more than 400 years ago!However, not wanting to be too proud of this guy who is obviously not a good person in front of him, Reid quickly found the person who was pulling the flag, and said back righteously: "I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter's...student, if You really know things about psychology, you should know Dr. Hannibal Lecter!"

Different from Frederick Chilton's single status as a psychiatrist, Hannibal Lecter is not only a respected doctor in the field of psychology, but also a well-known artist in the upper class, and even has the title of Earl of Lithuania.

The status of the two is achieved, and the judgment is judged.

Cyrus' eyes were gloomy and he didn't speak.

Reid pursued the victory: "And you said that you are the uncle of this Mr. Dennis, I reserve my opinion on that."

Gabriel had told him that the two men were not related by blood.

Dennis Rifkin was deeply moved, and immediately said: "I am not his nephew, my name is Dennis Rifkin, and I have nothing to do with Quadix. You can call the police and investigate—this person illegally imprisoned me!!"

"Illegal imprisonment?" Cyrus sneered, "What is there in you that deserves my illegal imprisonment? If it weren't for such a little blood relationship, you would think that I am willing to restrain a mental patient? Slandering a gentleman of noble birth, I can let you Lawyers sue you."

Cyrus looked cold and serious, and many people in the audience stood by Cyrus.

After all, compared to a decadent and obviously neurotic young man, Cyrus Quadix was obviously well-born and highly educated.And no matter how you look at it, that young man has nothing worthy of a gentleman's plot.

"You want me—" Dennis yelled unbearably, but he remembered something, and his face turned green and pale.He wanted to tell the reason why Cyrus detained him, but that reason cannot be said in public.

He didn't want to be put in a mental hospital as a lunatic.

"Why didn't you say it?" Cyrus chased after the victory, his eyes contemptuous as if he were looking at a bedbug hiding in the gutter.

He just expected Dennis Rifkin not to tell the truth.

"Although you have always emphasized your status, in fact, although your family once had a place in the upper class, it has now declined, and the reason for the decline lies in you. But you feel that you can make that The family is back to glory."

Reid narrowed his eyes slightly, using his knowledge of psychology and the few introductory books recommended by Will Graham to quickly profile the man in front of him.

"You look down on Dennis because he refuses to cooperate with you, and you feel insulted. You think you gave him a chance, but instead of refusing to take it, he also showed complete resistance..."

Rhett tried his best to profile Cyrus Quadix, even though his expression was cold and sneering, as if he dismissed Rhett's words, but from the slight twitch of his face and the almost uncontrollable fierce light in his eyes Now, Rhett knew he was right.

"...Sorry, are you serious?" Cyrus couldn't bear to interrupt Rhett's words, he acted like an offended gentleman, and he looked down at Rhett, "You think you are who you……"

"The suit on your body is the style of Giorgio Armani a year ago. You are not used to wearing it. You are always adjusting the cuffs, because you prefer the Armaniprive series of haute couture clothing. You are resentful for the current situation, even The most dismissive coercive tactics ever employed."

As the standard London accent sounded, a man in a long black woolen trench coat strode forward.He has black curly hair, handsome and thin.

When those blue eyes looked at Cyrus, it gave Cyrus the illusion that he was being dissected by a scalpel.

Compared with Spencer Reed's fast but still gentle voice, the man who strode forward also spoke fast, but there was an aggressive feeling in his voice, and what he said was without any face. Cyrus stayed.

"While you're vain about what you've found, you're hungry for what you want to achieve, and you think it will restore you to status and wealth, but your family doesn't think so. They just think you've squandered the family The wealth of the family makes the family name worthless."

"Your relatives ostracize you, they don't usually contact you. Your finances started to go into the red two years ago, but for your goals, the company's stock bonds are mortgaged. The bodyguards behind you have not been there for at least two months. Received salary, but they look at you with fear, obviously, you have some means to make them dare not disobey you, and they can only work for you honestly."

"Nonsense!" Cyrus looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He turned cold and glared angrily at the tall man who appeared behind him, and said sharply, "I want to sue you!!!"

"Please do what you want." The man shrugged, "I'm curious about what you're planning. Let me see..."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he could say anything, Cyrus hit the gentleman's cane heavily.He glared at Dennis Rifkin who was sitting on the ground in a daze, turned around, and walked away aggressively.

"Wow..." Reid looked at the man in shock, his eyes full of wonder.

And the next moment-

"Americans, who grew up in a family with a strong religious atmosphere, have an IQ of at least 180, mild Asperger's syndrome, poor interpersonal relationships but are quite respected by others. They hate violence, probably because they suffered in school. Violence on campus."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously discerning something carefully, and continued to speak quickly: "When you talk about paranoid mental illness, your attitude is firm, and your fingers tremble slightly when you count the symptoms. Scared, not for that man. Ha, I see, someone in your family suffers from paranoid mental illness, and you are worried that you will inherit it."

"Wait... Please wait a moment." Reid felt as if he had been exposed by F. Although he had no criminal record, this feeling was a bit bad.

Rhett didn't know whether he should be annoyed that his details were picked up, or admired that so many things could be profiled just by looking at it, the person in front of him was simply a master figure in the profiling world.

Reid's lack of confidence stopped him from being ignored by the man, and continued: "You still have a protector, you trust him, so when that man threatened you just now, you didn't feel afraid."

After finishing such a long paragraph in one breath, the man took a breath and looked at Rhett.

Rhett blinked and said truthfully, "Excellent profile, sir."

Although being in the paranoid psychosis made Rhett feel uncomfortable.But Gabriel had promised never to let him get mental illness, just as he said, he trusted Gabriel, so he didn't worry that he would inherit that disease.As for Diana, Gabriel had recuperated her body, and Semla lived at home with her.

Semla's healing ability can make blind people see again, but it just regulates the endocrine that may lead to psychotic attacks, which is nothing more than a trivial matter to her.

Reid's attitude caused the man to raise his eyebrows. He seemed to lick his lips quickly, and then corrected him unceremoniously: "It's not profiling, it's deduction."

"Deductive method?" Rhett's eyes lit up, "Is it Sherlock Holmes' deductive method?"

The man was stunned for a moment, a trace of doubt quickly flashed across his eyes, and he said, "You know?"

"Of course." Reid said with bright brown eyes, "I've read "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes" ten times, and I can recite every line of text in it. When I read detective and suspense novels, I can always find a lot of logic. Mistakes, only "The Sherlock Holmes", there are no omissions, Conan Doyle is the real master detective!"

"Conan Doyle?" The man raised his eyebrows, showing interest.

“阿瑟·柯南·道尔，1859年5月22日出生于苏格兰爱丁堡，卒于1930年7月7日，著有《福尔摩斯探案集》、《失落的世界》、《约翰·史密斯的告白》等共四篇长篇小说和56篇短篇小说。其中《福尔摩斯探案集》集所塑造的大侦探夏洛克·福尔摩斯更是被传颂为经典！”

At this moment, Reid is like the man who was chattering just now. When he mentions his field of interest, it is called a chatterer.

Rhett smiled a little shyly, and said: "My profiling technique is trying to integrate into Sherlock Holmes' deduction method, but it is far less proficient than yours."

He sincerely praised the man's directness in using the deductive method, which was his goal.

"Really?" The man looked at Rhett as if looking at some kind of rare object, his eyes were full of curiosity.He turned slightly sideways, pointed to a row of seats in the rest area of ​​the British Museum, and said politely: "Can you talk more about Sherlock Holmes with me? And read that novel."

"You haven't seen it?" Rhett was surprised, "You can sum up the systematic deductive technique without watching it?"

The man nodded reservedly, and said modestly: "I'm just good at observing."

"It's amazing." Rhett praised sincerely.

At that moment, the two people with high IQs achieved the achievement of being sympathetic to each other.

At the same time, Gabriel in the spiritual world was a little unconvinced, and said, "Span, I can know those things without observing."

Because angels read human hearts with powerful spiritual power.

"But Gabriel, you don't like reading other people's memories." Rhett said seriously, "I can't always rely on you to read minds to handle cases."

Although he hasn't joined F, Reid already has the awareness of handling cases independently.

Reid glanced back at the Museum of Legendary Era, where the tour guide was standing in front of a suit of armor and chatting endlessly. For a short time, they had no intention of leaving.

So Rhett nodded.

As the gentleman's profile, no, deduces, even though he is a 26-year-old adult, he still has mild Asperger's syndrome, which is social impairment.He often chatted with others and chatted to death, but this man with a high IQ in front of him, Rhett felt that he was a rare person other than Gabriel who could communicate normally.

worth treasuring.

"I forgot to introduce myself." The man adjusted the stand-up collar of the windbreaker, and said, "I am Sherlock Holmes, consulting the detective."

Rhett: "???"

"Excuse me, are you...?" Rhett blinked in a daze.

"Sherlock Holmes." The man, that is, Sherlock Holmes repeated it quite gentlemanly, and continued: "From birth to now, it has always been Sherlock Holmes."

"What a coincidence." Rhett sighed, neither Sherlock nor Holmes had a rare first and last name, and it was normal for them to have duplicate names.Perhaps, although this Sherlock Holmes has not read novels, someone in his father's generation has read novels, so he was given such a name.

Of course, the most important thing is that Rhett remembers that the story of Sherlock Holmes took place in the Victorian period in England, and he was standing in the British Museum in London, England in 1993.

But Rhett couldn't help but made a joke, and said, "Then do you have an assistant named John Watson?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I'll be careful."

Rhett said, "I'm Spencer Rhett, a high school graduate."

Sherlock said directly: "Is it cit or mit?"

"Is it that obvious?" Reid scratched his cheek and said, "It's cit."

"By the way. Do I understand what you mean by consulting the detective?"

"Hmm." Sherlock nodded, "This world is so boring, and Scotland Yard doesn't have enough interesting cases, so I can only hope that there are people in the vast crowd who will bring me fun. But unfortunately, I'm surrounded by A school of goldfish."

Reed, who is a genius but kind in nature, couldn't help but said, "It's not that exaggerated."

No matter how low a person's IQ is, it can't be as low as a goldfish. What's more, the police in Scotland Yard are only able to enter after a series of assessments, and graduates from famous universities abound.

Sherlock sighed heavily and spread his hands: "Their existence has lowered the IQ of the entire London."

"That... I'm sorry."

When Rhett and Sherlock were talking and walking towards the rest area, a voice sounded hesitantly.

The two turned their heads at the same time, only to see the young man named Dennis Rifkin standing there at the center of the dispute, with obvious hesitation on his face.

As soon as Rhett tapped his palm, he felt as if he had forgotten something.So preoccupied with chatting with Sherlock, he almost forgot his original intention of helping that innocent young man.

Sherlock's eyes lit up suddenly. This person might be the only goldfish he could find in the next few months, and he would bring him a lot of fun. He knew it from the first time he saw Dennis Rifkin. of.

However, Spencer Reid is not easy to give up.

He was very, very interested in the "Detective Sherlock Holmes" he was talking about.

However, he has a way.

Sherlock strode towards Dennis, his eyes full of sympathy.As long as Sherlock is willing, he can win an Oscar for acting.

"Are you okay?" Sherlock stretched out his hand, as if wanting to help Dennis.

But Dennis' face suddenly changed, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Sherlock say: "Please be quiet, sir, no noise is allowed in the museum."

Dennis slammed his voice, but he subconsciously waved his hand, not wanting Sherlock to touch him.

But the more he did, the more curious Sherlock became.

So, Sherlock managed to hold Dennis' arm.

The next moment, I saw Dennis's eyes widen suddenly, his canthus tearing open.Immediately, his body felt as if he had been electrocuted, trembling violently as if he was about to foam at the mouth and faint in the next moment.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, this reaction was really unexpected.

He could see that Cyrus couldn't wait to recruit this man into his gang. According to his deduction, he could see that this man was born in an ordinary family, had chronic illnesses, and was almost sent to a mental hospital by his relatives before fleeing. After that, it took at least four years. of homeless workers.

This looks like an ordinary case of an adolescent boy who ran away from home, held up his pride and refused to go home, and was then targeted by criminal gangs.But don't underestimate a consulting detective's intuition that the man is after more than ordinary power and wealth.

And this Dennis Rifkin is definitely not simple.

There are many reasons for repelling other people's touch, but his behavior is very different from others.

It looked more like fear now than disgust.

Sherlock let go, did he get some kind of deadly virus on his hands?

Rhett hurriedly ran over to help Dennis.

Dennis, whose hands and feet were weak, wanted to struggle, but he had no strength at all.

His body stiffened suddenly, and he kept praying in his heart that this little boy was an absolutely good citizen and had never touched any dead people.And not that guy who seems like a solid, consulting detective?

Who the hell would beat a dead body with a whip!

Dennis's forehead was throbbing with pain, and he was forced to take over the memory of the corpse that was tortured to death plus the memory of the corpse torture that remained on this person. No matter how many times he experienced this feeling, he could not get used to it.

Yes, Dennis Rifkin, he is not an ordinary guy.

Since he was seven years old, he passed by a car accident scene and saw countless broken pictures, and the breath of death rushed to his face, making him trembling and fainting. When his parents almost thought he had an epileptic seizure, he awakened this absolute name. Not good power.

He can passively receive messages of death.He cannot see ghosts, but he can receive fragmentary memories of death by touching the land where ghosts are located.This kind of power is very unfriendly, because as long as he goes to a place where someone has died, the pain of the deceased will rush to his face.

It stands to reason that in such a situation, one only needs to avoid the environment where people have died.However, when he was 12 years old, his power mutated again.

It is no longer limited to dead people and dead things. When his palms touch living people, the death they touch will also be reflected in Dennis' brain.

It was for this power that Cyrus Quadix had come to him.

That man is a madman.

At first, he was delighted that he met a person who was not afraid of his power, but when he caught a glimpse, his purpose was to hunt some specific ghosts, and even killed specific humans to capture their ghosts. When the soul, Dennis fled.

But, where can he escape to?

His power is a great burden, and he cannot always block the message that death brings to him.

If it wasn't for that Sherlock Holmes and Spencer Rhett sounded so reliable and convincing when they were talking, plus his identity as a consulting detective—well, now Dennis understands that consulting detective He made it up—he would have slipped away just now.

He couldn't stop Cyrus' madness, but he didn't want to be his accomplice.

However, when the boy helped him up, Dennis' body froze for a moment, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

No, nothing!

Even ordinary people, they will experience some major or minor deaths, such as pets at home, such as accidentally carrying a dead breath somewhere on their body, but there is nothing on him!

It's as clean as a glass of plain water.

God, and plain water, was exactly what he had been longing for.

Dennis looked over with surprise and joy, but he found that the boy's brows were frowning.

Fortunately, Dennis met a glass of boiled water, but Spencer, boiled water Rhett, accidentally glimpsed some memories through contact with Dennis.

For example, the way the Sherlock he had just met looked like beating corpses with a whip.

Like, hunting ghosts, and the eyes of hell?

Reid frowned, and helped him to the bench in the rest area.

Although he is not tall, he looks very thin and thin, but in fact, his body has been tempered with holy power for many years, and the power is contained under the skin.Even if Reid doesn't like sports anymore, his physical fitness is above the horizontal line.

It's a pity that physical fitness does not determine sports cells.

"Blindly escaping is not a good way to control power." Seeing Dennis huddled in the chair, Reid couldn't help but said: "You can imagine building a wall around your soul with mental power, whether you touch the wall or not It is up to you to decide the memory emotion outside of it.”

This is Rhett's experience.

After he awakened the ability of empathy, although he argued hard, he didn't let Gabriel seal his ability.But it is inevitable that he always accidentally touches other people's memories, and Gabriel taught him the method of shielding external spiritual power.

This is equivalent to putting a switch on his power, and it is up to him to decide whether the switch is on or off.

Of course, the hardness of that wall depends on his own mental strength.If he meets someone as powerful as Aretha, his walls won't be enough to keep her emotional memory out.

Rhett doesn't know how thick a wall Dennis can build, but at least, he won't suffer unimaginable pain from unintentional touch like now.

"You—?!" Dennis looked at Rhett in surprise, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

Rhett pursed his lips, and asked what made him feel very uncomfortable in the picture.

"What is the eye of hell?"

Gabriel didn't know much about hell, and he hadn't heard of the existence of the eyes of hell.

If it was just guessing before, then now, after hearing "Eye of Hell", Dennis gasped.He stood up suddenly, looked at Rhett in disbelief, and blurted out: "You, don't you have...?"

He bit his lip, unwilling to say any more, obviously, he had no deep taboo about that power.

Reid nodded and said, "Although the things brought about by this power are not very beautiful, it is a part of you, and you can try to accept and control it."

"Control." Dennis smiled wryly, "Now I can only control myself not to show too much fear when I see those things."

It's just that it's too difficult.

"I think the two of you won't mind sharing a little secret." Sherlock poked his head over, his blue eyes sparkling, almost full of joy and anticipation.

Ahhh, he knew that this goldfish would bring him quite a lot of fun.

Dennis hehe, if he had liked him for his righteous words before, then now, after seeing how this man flogged the corpse, Dennis's affection for him has disappeared.

Don't tell him, this consulting detective also doubles as a coroner.But forensics wouldn't do that either!

Sherlock saw Dennis' rejection of him at a glance, from the moment he helped him up.He glanced at Dennis's expression, recalling the conversation between Rhett and him, and Sherlock said: "That's not a special hobby, you understand the experiment. By flogging the corpse to confirm the bruises afterward, for this I help an innocent Someone made an alibi." He took out the ID in his jacket pocket, "If you don't believe me, you can take a look at this."

Rhett glanced at it. It was a Scotland Yard police officer ID.He blinked, guessing from the time he heard that he was a consulting detective whether Scotland Yard would issue him a police officer's card, it seems that Sherlock has a good relationship with the police...

After working in the lower class for several years, I deeply understand that the false certificates produced by some people are more realistic than the real ones. Dennis did not immediately let go of his guard, but took a closer look at the documents, as if he wanted to see where the fakes were. up.

but……

"Greg Lestrade?" Dennis looked at Sherlock with suspicion, "Isn't your name Sherlock Holmes?"

"It's just a small matter, don't mind." Sherlock calmly put away the documents he had taken from Lestrade before.

The corner of Rhett's mouth twitched, and he decided to retract the previous speculation that Sherlock had a good relationship with Scotland Yard.

However, Lestrade's certificate still gave Dennis a glimmer of hope.He gritted his teeth, he wanted to call the police before, but since no one would believe what he said, he had to give up the idea.But if this Sherlock in front of him has a little relationship with the police, maybe he can arrest Cyrus.

Taking a deep breath, Dennis slowly said what he knew.

Although he was almost sent to a mental hospital by his family as a mental patient because of this ability, but when he escaped, he was only 16 years old, he had no education, no identity certificate, and that damn thing appeared at some time With his ability, Dennis had a rough life.

After all, he was almost an adult, and it was not impossible for him to work in a place like a bar where the identity verification was not very strict.But in a place like a bar, dead air and negative emotions are entangled, and he suffocates as soon as he enters it.If someone died unfortunately, Dennis' head would die of emotional pain from those pictures.

It's just that the higher-end places don't want him, a guy who is underage and has no education. He will be half-suffocated when he enters a place where fish and dragons are mixed. Crazy" attack, no one would want to hire him.

He had a miserable day that day.

Dennis chose to use his own power when life became impossible.

Go crazy or starve to death, as expected, people still cherish their lives.

Dennis started a different kind of scavenging, and the place where he scavenged was the place where ordinary people were either curious or avoided.

For example, certain places known as haunted houses.

Some things are unknown to the living, but clear to the dead.

Although he had a terrible headache at the time, the first pot of gold he dug up made his life extremely nourishing for the next two months.

Meeting Cyrus was an accident, to be precise, he saved Cyrus.