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

Scripps thought he was unlucky enough, and felt an indescribable disgust at the thought of his used glass being taken away by someone with ulterior motives.Then, Isaac made him worse again.

Of course, from Isaac's point of view, he wanted Scripps to avoid it for a while, but Scripps refused, and he could only speak out directly.

"Did you notice the blood on the quilt?" Isaac pointed at the quilt on the bed. "The blood was sprayed on it. When Scripps was lying on the bed, the quilt covered him, so he came to me in the morning." Although the pajamas on my body were a little messy and wrinkled, they were clean."

"It's a sign of care and love to cover a sleeping person," Issac said, "but his forehead and cheeks were also stained with blood. According to the angle, it should be the murderer who covered him again." Afterwards, he turned his head in the direction of the victim before committing the attack."

Hodgins came over and stared at Scripps' face, "There's no blood on his face, has it been washed?"

"That's right." Scripps kept his mouth shut, not wanting to speak at all, and Isaac could only speak for him.

"But this is destroying evidence." Hodgins looked at Isaac disapprovingly, "You should stop him."

"But I can't," Isaac said. "That's my suggestion."

"You know that's sort of destroying the evidence, right?" Hodgins eyed suspiciously.

"I also know that even if the bloodstains are gone, you have a way to determine the location." Isaac said sincerely, "It's indeed my fault, but I feel anxious when I see bloodstains, but what I need most in the morning is calmness. "

Hodgins' expression was indescribable, "Are you kidding me?"

He couldn't imagine that an FBI would have such a problem, even Sweets, a civilian, might feel unwell when he saw a dead body, but anxious?Stop it.Besides, it's not that they haven't worked with Isaac before, and they haven't found out that he has these problems at all.

"Of course." Isaac was very frank, "I have no problem with the dead body, and I have no problem with the crime scene, but I can't bear the blood of the dead to get on me or the people around me."

"That's weird." Hodgins stroked his chin.

"What's so strange about this?" Scripps finally rebuilt his heart firmly again. Isaac knew that Hodgins was a conspiracy theorist and didn't care about his suspicions, but Scripps didn't know that he had no idea about Hodgins. His understanding is limited to the eccentric heir of the consortium many years ago. What he saw was that Issac was suspected because of himself. He was so righteous that he even put aside the fact that he was a suspect and began to defend Issac. " If it was you, would you leave this kind of thing for hours?"

"Of course, this is evidence!" Hodgins said righteously.

"It's just talk." Scripps expressed disbelief.

"Our team once took over a bank robbery case. After the robber failed to escape, the bomb on his body was detonated. Great! His whole body was blown to pieces. With him as the center, whether it was the FBI chasing him, The pedestrians on the road and the cars parked on the side were all covered with finely chopped flesh and blood. In order not to destroy the evidence, we had to take those poor passers-by back to the laboratory and clean up the flesh and blood on them bit by bit. The superficial also said that what is more troublesome is some finer parts that are directly mixed into the hair..." Hodgins finally concluded, "In short, we stripped the most unlucky AgentBooth to a pair of underwear, and he has been very cooperative , and very manly."

As long as Isaac imagines that kind of scene, his scalp will feel numb, "Understood, stay away from body bombs in the future." If he really has the same situation as Booth, he is very worried that he will directly pour water on his body. disinfectant.

"Thank you, I don't need you to help me promote the last point, Hodgins." Booth came in from the outside and was a little depressed when he heard Hodgins' words.He didn't want to recall that scene at all. He was stripped of his clothes one by one in the public area of ​​the laboratory. You will feel at ease among serious and down-to-earth people.

"Hi, Booth, we meet again." Isaac greeted, "I'm counting on you again this time."

"I'll do what I have to do," Booth said. "Did you find anything?"

"Well, obviously, this is a perverted killer who has an unspeakable love for Scripps, and may have stalked him in the early stage." Issac was not polite, except for Scripps, probably because he wanted to solve the case immediately, "As a result, in a certain meeting with Scripps had a positive encounter, got the wrong signal, thought they were happy, but the fact was obviously not the case, and in the end, because of love and hatred, they couldn't do anything to Scripps, and only others suffered."

Sweets' eyes widened. "If you say so, this is a typical psycho serial killer! The kind that can be written into a paper!"

"Are you sure it's love?" Booth frowned, "Could the murderer be a female strongman?"

"I think it's a man," Isaac said. "However, I'm sure the murderer's feelings for Scripps were indeed love. When he killed the second victim, his heart was full of jealousy. .”

Booth didn't speak anymore, he was looking for something to corroborate what Isaac said, but everything was in order, not like a man whose mind was overrun by jealousy could do it.

"Where did you see the murderer's jealousy?" Booth could see the murderer's anger in the damage to the corpse, but jealousy?How should I look at this? "Is it because the murderer cut her face?"

"The face of the first victim was also scratched, but at that time the murderer's emotion was pure anger." Issac corrected, "As for how I saw it, you can think of it as a perception, Almost like a live simulation.”

"Sweets don't play magic sticks anymore." Booth thought Isaac was joking, he was a devout Christian, but it didn't affect his perception.To some extent, he is still a qualified materialist.

"I've never played magic tricks, it's psychology." Sweets was helpless, "Didn't you already admit it?"

"But obviously, I met an upgraded and evolved version of you again." Booth said innocently. "Well, if your hypothesis is correct, why was the murderer angry with the first victim and jealous with the second? Because the second victim was a woman?"

"That's why I speculated that the murderer was a man, because he couldn't sleep with Scripps openly, so he got jealous." Issac said.

This inference is justified and well-founded, which makes people have to accept it.

Scripps, Scripps, he didn't respond. After his heart was broken and reorganized again and again, this wave of blows hadn't broken through the critical point of his heart, and he finally stood up strong.

After the initial examination of the corpse in the first sentence, Dr. Brenna left the corpse to the intern who followed this time, and rushed here together with Dr. Saroyan.They did not disappoint, and Dr. Saroyan quickly noticed something strange.

She found a spot of white oil paint that hadn't been washed off by the ear side of the corpse.

"Dr. Hodgins." She called Hodgins, "Can you analyze what this is?"

Hodgins took a cotton swab, looked at it for a while, and sniffed it with his nose. "It feels like oil paint used to paint Halloween masks. I will test it later."

"It's the oil paint used to draw clowns." Scripps didn't want to waste time on such a meaningless test, so he revealed the answer himself, "It was removed before going to bed."

"I remember when you left last night, your faces were still normal?" Isaac recalled.

"Isn't it interesting?" Scripps broke the jar.

Isaac didn't react at first, but when he did, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Your preferences are really so different." He could only say this at last, "Don't invite clowns for the next party, it's too ominous... Wait! Clowns!"

Scripps looked dazed, his hobby was not a secret in the circle of friends, at most he just broke through the lower limit a little bit this time, and he really didn't understand why Isaac was making such a fuss.

"What clown?" Booth noticed very keenly that there must be some clues in it.

"You like to stay in one place and have fun most of the time. It is not easy to follow you outside, and if the murderer is really a Stalker who has an abnormal possessive desire for you, then he must have Ways to reach you." Isaac looked at Scripps, "You like to find clowns every time you have fun, is there a clown that makes you feel like you are always in front of your eyes?"

"Do you have to destroy my hobby?" Even though he said this, Scripps was still thinking hard. If a hobby is destroyed, it can be cultivated again, but life must be guaranteed at any time.

Booth's brows were already furrowed. This recognized tough guy had a little problem that didn't fit the image of a tough guy at all, and that was clown phobia.Normally, he can control himself, but it's not like he used violence against clowns holding events on the street. Even if he had an accident later, not only did he suddenly develop feelings for Dr. Brenna, but he also forgot himself I am afraid of clowns, and when I meet a clown, I can jokingly touch someone's nose.However, this was only a temporary loss of control. After he finally adjusted himself and returned to normal, this little problem returned, but the symptoms were much relieved.

"Change to a new hobby. In the history of crime, there is a clown killer who can be ranked among the top five serial killers." Isaac suggested not very sincerely.

"Tell me this, and you won't be afraid of my psychological shadow?" Scripps sarcastically said.

"Psychiatrists, I'm pretty good at it, I don't mind giving you an unlicensed practice." When it comes to bickering, Isaac has always crushed Scripps.

Scripps apparently resigned himself to his fate, "There was indeed a clown who appeared frequently enough to impress me, but he died yesterday."

"Didn't you say that you met you on the boat?" Isaac asked, "Isn't it because you were overly frightened that even your memory was messed up?"

"That time we were officially acquainted, and we didn't have any communication before." Scripps emphasized, "There were only two actual exchanges on the boat. The first time we both drew clown costumes. He seemed a little bad at talking. But he is very nice, and I made an appointment to learn technology with him. The second time was at night, there was a party, and we all took off our makeup. He didn’t recognize me at first, and I actually didn’t know what he looked like. However, I recognized his body shape, and he also recognized me as the boss here. At first, he was a little cautious and his reaction was a little slow, but the strangeness disappeared quickly, and we had a good chat. Really, after getting to know each other He was very talkative and not at all the same person he was in the beginning."

Isaac suddenly suspected that it might not be a person at all.