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

Quietly, Walsh and Black came and went, did not see the person they wanted to see, but met an unexpected person, and after saying hello, they left.

Isaac couldn't believe that his subordinate's eyes were so bad!

That's right, it's bad, Isaac can be sure that they definitely don't recognize him, rather than acting along with him.For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be proud of his performance or worry about the abilities of the team members.Seriously speaking, they didn't get along for a long time, but, as an FBI, what they need is the eyesight to distinguish people from the crowd with just a single photo!

Not to mention, how the hell did they miss it when he just wore an extra pair of glasses and made no other changes at all?

This made Isaac extremely suspicious of his previous existence.

When Garcia came back, she saw a melancholy mushroom, and she almost missed squatting in the corner.

"Isaac?" Garcia put aside the sweet-smelling paper bag, "What's wrong with you?"

Garcia didn't know much about Issac's state, but she didn't know anything about what happened to Issac. At least, for Garcia, installing a micro-bomb activated by a program in a computer was scary enough, although it didn't take long for her He was talked about because of this matter, but when he thought about what he had prevented, the price was simply insignificant.She is not a profiler, but since Isaac likes to stay in BAU, and then runs to her office after BAU field work, then she will do her best to be a caring and sweet partner.

However, things seem to be different from what she imagined. Garcia was a little puzzled, she just went out to pick up the candy her boyfriend gave her, why did she come back differently?

"I'm doubting my existence." The glasses on the bridge of Isaac's nose slid down, revealing a pair of eyes.Because of his thinness, his eyes looked deeper, which fell into Garcia's eyes, and made her mother love even more.

"How could you doubt that?" Garcia's surprise wasn't fake.

Isaac recounted what happened just now, "Really, if you found out that your boss who disappeared for a month came back when you first started working, would you not recognize him?"

"Absolutely not," Garcia said, and added hastily, "But you know, my boss is Hotch, and he's not your normal boss to me." I fished it out, "As for you, Isaac, you have to admit that you have changed a lot, not to mention that you still wear glasses that can block half of your face. It feels completely different."

"My voice hasn't changed again." Isaac felt that this reason did not comfort him at all.

"Maybe they didn't think of it?" Garcia guessed. "Even if they did, since they seem to believe you're your own brother, they'd just take it as a coincidence."

Issac doesn't talk, what's more depressing than trying to make a joke but getting yourself depressed?Maybe there was, but he couldn't think of it now.

"Okay, forget about it." Garcia waved her hand very grandly. After years of immersion, she is no longer ignorant of profiling, and she happens to know what happened to Isaac So one star and a half, even if I can't profile everything, I know that it is by no means a pleasant experience.Many people saw this, and everyone’s tacit thoughtfulness prevented them from asking too much, and they just helped in their own way. No one objected to Issac staying in BAU, and no one asked why he didn’t Go do your job. Morgan's way of helping Isaac relax is to take him to vent his energy, while Garcia prefers to share candy.

"My office is almost full of candy." Garcia said while opening the gift Kevin gave her, "But I like it, try this, I heard it is a custom-made handmade candy."

"I'm a little worried about my teeth." Isaac is not a candy lover, but he has consumed a lot of Garcia's stock when he is here. Even so, he peeled off the candy wrapper and put the hard candy in his mouth inside.

His facial features wrinkled together, "What kind of sugar is this? It's so sour."

"Life is like this candy box, you never know what the taste of the candy you get." Garcia read the words printed on the candy box, "Sounds familiar, "Forrest Gump" Is there such a sentence?"

"That's right." Isaac's voice was a little muffled, "But there's chocolate in it..."

Isaac was testing the hardness of his teeth when Hotch called, and the sour hard candy crunched as it was bitten, quickly crumbling into smaller pieces, then smaller...

"What's wrong with Issac?" Through the computer screen, Reid looked at the distorted expression of Issac and asked worriedly.

"Sour." Garcia sifted through the information according to Hotch's request, while still having time to answer questions.

Finally, Isaac got rid of the candy. Although it didn't make him cry, it wasn't much better.Is this really a gift for lovers? Isn't Kevin afraid that the candy will be eaten by Garcia and break up in anger?

"Hi, Reid, how are you over there?" Isaac greeted Reid, twisting the water bottle.I don't know if it's the opposite of everything, but now he feels that the water he drinks is extremely sweet.But I have to say, it put him in a much better mood.

Whether Walsh and the others recognized him or not, he waited for their jaws to drop when he went to work a few days later.

"It didn't go well." Reid said, "The local police are very cooperative, and we have completed a preliminary profile. But when we asked the families of the victims, some of the family members were not very cooperative. We have determined that the murderer's modus operandi is the same as that of ten years ago. It was the same for a massacre, but for the survivors back then, the delay in catching the murderer made them resist the police, and the communication was not smooth."

"It's a pity I'm not here to help." Isaac gave Hotch a sad look, but the executive's attention had long been on the computer.

You know, since Isaac has already chased BAU, how could he take the initiative to stay when there is a Case, and he still has the name tag of a consultant.But Hotch clearly doesn't intend to involve him. Issac can understand Hotch's concerns. After all, the scene of a vicious murder and the photo look like two different things. With Issac's current state, who knows if it will be worse at the scene, so he ran to Garcia's chassis for the next best thing , keeping in touch with everyone at any time, as another kind of participation, but this does not mean that he will not express his dissatisfaction at every turn.

"Come on, it's the biggest help you can do to not distract Reid." Morgan, who was out of camera range, interjected.

"Distracted? Because of me?" Isaac suddenly cheered up, but pretended not to care, "This is not good, Dr. Reid."

Reid puffed his cheeks and lowered his head in embarrassment.

The video window on the computer screen went black, and the connection was lost there.

"Guess who did it?" Isaac asked Garcia, only to hear Garcia choking on water.

"What's wrong?" Isaac was taken aback, Garcia's cheeks were flushed, and she was trying to water herself.

"Candies with green wrappers are mustard-flavored." Garcia is now in a worse situation than Issac was just now. Issac can frown and swallow the candy, but she can't. People are bad.

"I now believe this candy is handmade." Isaac gave Garcia a sympathetic look, and filled her with another glass of water.But that's not the case. The candy factory will close its doors sooner or later with these wonderful flavors in the bottles.

Wasabi... unimaginable.

Garcia was in tears. She knew Kevin liked to create romantic surprises, but it wasn't her fault that he screwed up all the time!

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How Garcia will deal with her boyfriend Isaac after work is still unknown, but right now, he can't stay here any longer.He received a call from his tutor and was called to school.

"I sent you an email, but you don't seem to have checked it." In the office, the instructor pointed out Isaac's inattention.

"..." Isaac just remembered that besides the phone, there is another means of communication through the Internet, which he completely forgot about before.

"You don't look good." The instructor didn't mean to criticize. Issac is a student recommended by Gideon, but he is not exactly the same as the students in the school. To explain it in a simple way, his classmates in the school Still competing with theory, Isaac has been practicing.For Isaac, the requirements of Mr. Tutor are both high and low. As long as he can hand in a beautiful thesis, he will be given the green light in other aspects.This contact is just another communication on the graduation issue discussed before.Just out of professional habits, and as a teacher's love, this gentleman pointed out what he saw before they got down to business.

Well, Mr. Tutor is also a well-known predator in the industry.

"Ideological conflicts, I'm still adjusting." Isaac avoided the important things and didn't lie, but he didn't tell much truth.

"Then have you decided which aspect to choose?" Mr. Tutor asked.

"My choice has always been firm." Isaac looked out the window, but it still takes a little time.

"Don't neglect your family and friends, they are the ones who can bring you a positive influence." Mr. Mentor did not insist.

"I know." Isaac paused, "Thank you."

Isaac wouldn't have thought of this if he hadn't been reminded.He thought he had broken the shield that separated him from the outside world, but in fact, what he made was just a gap. He looked out through the gap, just like the frog who was sitting in a well thinking that it was all there was, but he didn't. Knowing that other wider places are completely covered, but he doesn't know it.

That protective cover is like a single-sided glass, people outside can see him and greet him with a smile, but he doesn't know anything, and what he sees from inside is only his own shadow.

Like a criminal under observation in an interrogation room.

Isaac thought of this description subconsciously, and then threw the thought out of his mind with some discomfort.

This is not normal. Isaac knew this, and fortunately, he already knew what the problem was, which made it easier to fix.In many things, the difficulty is not how to solve the problem, but the inability to find the problem at all.

After chatting with Mr. Tutor for a while, the phone on the desk rang. When Mr. Tutor answered the phone, Isaac picked up the newspaper on the side and read it.Originally, he just wanted to pass the time, but found that the protagonist in a certain report above was actually someone he knew.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter, after his actions were exposed, not only caused public panic, but also caused an uproar in the industry.The former hates and fears him, while the latter is full of desire to study him.Just like the article that Isaac read, it analyzed the source of stimulation that made him what he is today. His life experience was placed in front of the public and accepted by everyone.

Isaac frowned, a little displeased with this sensational report.It's all like this in the paper media, I don't know what sensational headlines will be taken on the Internet.

"Losing Dr. Lecter is a great loss for the academic community." Mr. Tutor also noticed the side Isaac was looking at.

"Even if he did something so horrible?" Isaac asked.

"I like to divide one thing into different aspects to look at the problem." Mr. Tutor simply regrets the loss of a giant in the industry, but he is also very grateful to the police for arresting such a terrible person.According to the information he received, since the end of the court trial, many of his colleagues have suffered from anorexia. "Recently, an emerging topic is the study of Hannibal Lecter."

"Is this what it turned out to be?" Isaac pointed at the newspaper, showing a knowing sneer.

For those self-confident seniors, this report is indeed too ridiculous.

"The water in it accounts for 95% of the whole article." Issac appraised.

Mr. Tutor was thoughtful, "I forgot, you are also one of the people who know something about Dr. Lecter."

Isaac nodded.

"It's a pity that the topic of your graduation thesis has already been drawn up, otherwise it would be a very good topic. This topic is so popular that even some enterprising students choose this." Mr. Tutor suddenly became interested, "You know the final result ?"

"Ok?"

"All of them were beaten back." The tutor said, "This person, if this person is so easy to see through, then he won't be able to get away with it for so many years. Without enough data to support it, the papers he wrote cannot be read at all."

Isaac looked at the tutor and suddenly realized something, "You are also very interested in this subject?"

"Who wouldn't?" Mr. Tutor spread his hands, "but Dr. Lecter is not easy to deal with, no matter where he is. I tried to visit him, but was rejected. It is said that he does not accept interviews from anyone, except ..."

"Except?" Will's name popped into Isaac's mind.

"No one knows except who, he didn't say." Mr. Tutor was a little frustrated, "Maybe this is another way for him to play with people's hearts, keeping hope, but not telling everyone where the hope comes from. Everyone wants to go Try to see if you are that special, but so far, as far as I know, no one has succeeded."

"I heard that he is under strict guard." Isaac couldn't help but see the image of fanatic fans raising signs outside the high prison wall to show their love in Isaac's mind, wondering if Dr. Lecter would enjoy this treatment.

"But there are exceptions to everything, aren't there?" Mr. Tutor said meaningfully.

The charm of playing with fire is that everyone who plays with fire feels that they are highly skilled and do not have to worry about being burned, but the saying that a good swimmer drowns has been used throughout the ages and in all countries. Isaac never underestimated Dr. Lecter, and if one day he received news that this person had escaped from prison, he would never be the slightest bit surprised by it.

But until then, please allow him, as a person who is afraid of wet shoes, to stay away from the river bank.