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

If you want to deceive others, you must first make sure that there is no problem with the logic of the lie.Once a loophole is found and caught, even if the patch is done, there will be people who miss the patch.The repeated explanation of the same question is not only a cover-up for those who find fault, but also likely to be looked down upon as Xianglin's wife who can only complain but is unable to change.

No sooner had Isaac returned to the Hoover Building than he was dragged into the conference room the BAU now occupies.

Only Reid was inside alone.

"What about the others?" Isaac asked.

"The owner of the only real plaster statue in the park was found, and they all went to find out." Reid replied.

"Why didn't you go?" Isaac was puzzled, Reid's style of painting was not holding the tablet and not letting go.

"They asked me to stay and read the posts on that website to see if I could find anything." Reid couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, "I hate this kind of screen light, and it makes my eyes uncomfortable after watching it for a long time."

"How about printing it out?" Isaac suggested, "The printing speed should be faster than your reading speed, so it won't waste time."

"Hey, Isaac, you're back." Garcia suddenly appeared on the big screen, greeted him, and began to teach the model essay.

"This is one of the hot posts I found on the website before I opened my mouth. You can learn about their language habits." Garcia sent the URL to Isaac, "I found a very interesting situation, some of the posters are in After declaring failure or giving up in the post, they were promoted and became one of the administrators of the website, responsible for guiding public opinion and making suggestions.”

"The loser advises the loser?" Issac held the tablet computer, and while browsing, distractedly chatted with Garcia. "It's really touching."

"That's why I said interesting, there must be something tricky in it." Garcia said, "I'm trying to hack into the server, if you have a question you don't understand, you can ask Reid, after you sent back that URL until now, Reid has been watching .”

"According to the analysis of popular posts I've seen, three conditions must be met in order to quickly gather popularity in a short period of time." Reid looked up at Issac, then lowered his head, "First, the poster has a decent Identity, stable income, no bad records. Second, the person the poster cares about, an addict, wants to quit drugs, but there are constant twists and turns, accompanied by physical or mental violence. Third, the two people are not compatible, but The former is infatuated with the latter."

"It sounds like couples are popular on this site," Issac said. "Are there no relatives or friends?"

"Yes, but the popularity is very low and has no reference value." Reid said, "The administrator doesn't seem to favor this kind of relationship. If it's a couple, at the beginning of posting, there will be veteran IDs to help comfort and give advice. The administrators will also appear when they are higher. If it is relatives and friends, there are indeed a few people who will comfort them, but most of them ignore the abuse and warn them to watch out for their mad dogs and not go out and bite good girls.”

"Double-standards the hell." Isaac propped his chin. "So, I'm playing the role of the good girl who sticks with her addict boyfriend."

"You can, the people on the other side of the computer can't see you anyway, Girl." Reid said.

Isaac shuddered at the address, "Are you teasing me? Dr. Reid."

"No, it's just to let you adapt to the role in the script in advance." Reid lowered his head again, "You're welcome."

Isaac: "I don't want to be polite at all."

"So, what's your characterization?" Reid asked.

"Of course it's true color." Isaac put the tablet aside, pulled a laptop, entered the website, got acquainted with the style of the post name, minimized the window, and re-created a document.

Isaac conceived the content almost on the road. After receiving Garcia's reminder and Reid's suggestion, he only made a little modification and polishing, and his typing speed was not slow at all.

"Are you sure you want to write like this? Isn't it a little bold?" Reid walked around behind Isaac at some point and read all the drafts he typed.

"I have a guess, and I need to verify it." Isaac doesn't think this is a problem, "This website is flooding with new users every day, even if this doesn't work, just change the IP and start over."

"Maybe not." Reid encouraged Isaac instead, "The escalation of crime needs a process. If the murderer really hides on this website, he may feel that the previous one was too simple and want to challenge a new level of difficulty."

"A junkie in a cop's coat." That's what Isaac has decided on for his 'boyfriend'.

Copy, paste, edit, post.

The page was refreshed, and a new post quietly appeared, with a bait and a great white shark hiding behind it.

In another city, a woman heard the beep from the computer next door, left the room full of smoke, sat in front of the computer, clicked on the post, and as the reading progress increased, the corners of her mouth curled up with interest smile.

"Someone must be in front of the computer and staring at it all the time," Isaac said to Reid, pointing to the reply time.

Reid did not refute, but linked the ID of the poster with the active IDs he just saw, "It's a bit strange, you just posted a post, so it shouldn't attract so many senior IDs."

"Probably on the internal sharing recommendation." Isaac was not in a hurry, "Are there many acquaintances here?"

"In just 5 minutes, there are 46, no, 47 replies, all of which are IDs that I have an impression of." Reid said.

"If this is on a novel forum, you should say something to me: Congratulations, you're popular." Issac laughed, feeling that the first wave of appetizing plans was a success, so he copied and pasted the second paragraph in the document go up.

After that, Isaac kept controlling the rhythm, as if he was playing a single player. No matter whether the people who replied were comforting or questioning, he treated them as if they did not exist.

Reid finally discovered Issac's purpose, "You are not asking for help, you are thinking of a venting record?" The first paragraph was still emotional, but as it got closer, it revealed a cold feeling.

"Instead of being a person crying for help, it's better to be a person who is strong enough to solve the problem." Issac pointed to the text on the screen, "It is a signal that the person who posted the post turned into an administrator. If the guess is correct, the murderer Obviously not a person who believes in fighting alone, he needs a companion. Then I will give him a calm, independent, rational companion."

Isaac felt that he was too kind. You know, a daughter is easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find.

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The door was not closed tightly, and a trace of smoke seeped in from the crack of the door, bringing a scent.However, the fragrance that would bring pleasure in the past was a bit too sweet at this time. The woman stood up abruptly, opened the closed window, and even strode back to the room that looked like the scene of the fire just now, and locked the tightly closed window Also opened.

She didn't return to the computer until the smoke cleared.

She used the mouse to pull the page back to the top, and read it again, but the middle floors mixed in it seemed too disappointing.After a long period of secret training and guidance, the contents of those replies have long since become boilerplate nonsense and have no reference value at all.She didn't feel at all that it was wrong for the person who posted the post not to reply, and if that person really answered those questions one by one, she wouldn't be so interested in her.

Through those calm, methodical and somewhat exaggerated sentences, she seemed to see her former self.

A little bit of recalling the past, a little bit of killing the past.When the memory is over, it is time to make up your mind.

She pressed F5 again, but this time she didn't scroll to the poster's new floor, this kind of waiting made her feel slightly uncomfortable.She decided to do something to distract herself, for example, check the IP address of the person who posted it, and follow the Trojan horse she left to get more information.

She has no such time when she wants to know information about another person urgently.

The usual unfavorable means failed this time, and she couldn't help frowning. The only gain was that the person who posted the post was using the internal network of the FBI.

Of course, a guy who worked for the FBI could have a cop boyfriend, and instead of being daunted by the discovery, she was all the more excited.She didn't feel that her initial judgment was wrong, so this unknown poster who was suspected of working for the FBI had gradually turned from pure white to gray, and she witnessed the process.

This feeling is much better than driving those dull fools.

She changed into her administrator account, carefully considered every word, and clicked send.

——I can feel that you are under a lot of pressure. If you want, we can talk.

There are several administrators on this website, but only the founder of the website can add the 01 suffix.As a well-recognized master who has been hidden for a long time, TrueLove01 has become a legend in their small circle. In the post that was still lively even though the poster was cold enough and never replied, it was like a pot of oil with a glass of water sprinkled on it. Immediately, it exploded, and the people who replied rushed to tell each other. Many passers-by who hadn't noticed this post squeezed in, expressed their admiration to TrueLove01, and called her a mentor in a nasty way.

The excitement was a little too much.

A bad premonition arose in her heart. Sure enough, no matter how she refreshed in the next time, there would be no new content.She could almost feel the disappointment of the person who posted it, and then the anger.It's obviously a different identity, but the similar experience brought her into that person completely. She fully understood that when she was happy to find a quiet tree hole to sort out her thoughts, it was useless to be surrounded by a group of chatterers. What an upset sparrow feels like.

This tree hole was ruined by a group of sparrows!

Seeing that the number of comments on that post was still increasing rapidly, but the person who posted it seemed to have disappeared, and there was nowhere to relieve her anxiety.

What if that person is disappointed?What if that person just disappeared?What if I can no longer find that person who I don't even know but has a free and tacit understanding?

She looked at the messages one by one, and her eyes gradually became firmer.

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"Strange, the number of messages has decreased." Reid kept staring at the post after Isaac flirted and ran away, and then he discovered a strange thing.

"The tide of love has ebbed?" Isaac held a jar of cookies and squeezed a piece into Reid's mouth.

"Someone is deleting messages." Reid quickly realized this. "Garcia, do you know what's going on?"

"It's the administrator who is using the authority to operate. It's crazy. He not only deleted all the non-poster comments in the post, leaving only his own, but also blocked the IP addresses of other people. Those people can no longer use it. The current IP address is used to speak on this website!" Garcia was a little confused, "Does he think the website is too popular and wants to drive away a group of people?"