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

If not driving, Daisy really wants to call Isaac, "You just relax?"

It took Issac three seconds to reflect on his attitude, "Just kidding, this is of course for the victims who are about to die and suffer pain. The murderer this time is a bit interesting..." Issac was about to place the photo I went out to share my opinion, and then I remembered that the people in front of me seemed to be ordinary citizens, not colleagues who could look at those photos without changing their expressions.

These photos are not something they can bear.

"Cough, in short, you have to believe that I am a good person with a very righteous heart." Isaac picked up the computer again and zoomed in on the picture to see the details.

Daisy snorted, if this is not her son, she must let him remake him.

Isaac pretended not to hear anything.

Daisy first sent Matilda Keppel to the gate of the community where she lived, and told her to take a good rest for two days and temporarily put down the work at hand to adjust her state.Even though Matilda Keppel was quiet all the way, her uneasiness was not well concealed.

This is how a normal person should react. Daisy thought, and then looked at Isaac who watched the animation again, he was a typical representative of heartlessness, and felt a little tired.

If Isaac knew what Daisy was thinking, he would definitely yell that he was wronged, he was just used to dealing with problems more rationally.As a law enforcement officer, emotional management is very important, okay?

Matilda Keppel was thanking Daisy, then opened the door and got out of the car. Isaac hesitated for a second, then closed the computer, "I'll take you up."

Apparently, what he thought was a trivial matter had brought a great psychological shadow to Matilda Keppel.If Matilda Keppel is regarded as an ordinary passerby, this decision is not difficult to make.

"Daisy, wait for me." Isaac said to Daisy before getting out of the car.

"What floor do you live on?" Isaac asked Matilda Keppel.

"The twelfth floor." It's rare that Matilda Keppel didn't try to refuse, but just lowered her head, without the previous tit-for-tat.

Isaac stood still in front of the elevator, and then noticed that Matilda Keppel was still walking, "Where are you going?"

"I don't want to take the elevator." There was a tremor in Matilda Keppel's voice.

"You live on the twelfth floor," Isaac said. "Are you going to keep avoiding the elevator? Change to a lower floor in a few days?"

"Aren't you a little bit afraid?" asked Matilda Keppel, "when I think of blood dripping on my head..."

"Shall I tell you what blood is made of?" said Isaac. "It's nothing, if you don't take it to heart, it's nothing. Like you thought before, think of it as a drop of rusty water, Just wash it off."

"It's not something you can forget!" Matilda Keppel whispered.

"My fault." Isaac apologized bluntly, "I know that this incident probably affected you a little, but I didn't expect it to be not a little, but a big one."

Matilda Keppel didn't refute, although she wanted to, but even as a criminal lawyer, she had never had such direct contact with death.Even if the body was separated from her by an opaque elevator safety window, so what?Blood still seeped in.Imagining and facing it are two different things. She didn't think what would happen when she encountered such a thing, but she had to admit that she was still frightened. When Daisy stopped the car, she used strong restraint Only then did she force herself to open the car door and go back to the apartment where she was alone, instead of staying in the car.Even though Isaac's sudden thoughtfulness made her feel a little abrupt, a trace of gratitude rose in her heart.

But the gratitude came and went even faster, when Isaac was about to continue taking the elevator.

How arrogant is a person who just experienced an accident and returned to the place where a similar accident happened, or did he just see me make a fool of himself?

"Is the staircase over there?" Isaac looked in the direction Matilda Keppel wanted to go just now, "Let's go."

Matilda Keppel followed silently, but in terms of physical strength, she was far less energetic than Issac, plus she had consumed a lot before and hadn't been replenished, so her footsteps soon became heavy.The sensor lights in the stairwell are not very bright, and the previous light is always off when the next light is on. It is true that the steps can be seen clearly, but the feeling is not so good.

"There are very few people walking here." Isaac was speechless, and a thin layer of dust fell on the handrail of the stairs. "Even the cleaning staff are not so careful when doing hygiene."

When they went up to another floor, they didn't even turn on the induction lights.

"Ah!" cried Matilda Keppel, and fell down the steps.

"What's the matter?" Issac's night vision ability is good, and it is not affected much, but Matilda Keppel, who was already a little distracted, was not so lucky. "Did you sprain your foot? Feel if you can move."

Matilda Keppel had given up on the image problem, sat there and waited for the intense pain to pass, then moved her ankle, "It's okay, you can move."

"Can you still go?" Isaac helped her up.

"Yes, as long as you don't use too much force." She bent down, took off her high heels and held them in her hands.

"Continue to take the stairs?" Isaac remembered that the sign on the floor just passed said 6.

"Hmm." Matilda Keppel nodded, and after walking two more floors, she suddenly said, "How did you do it?"

"What?" Isaac asked.

"The girl who died today, how did you not be affected?" Matilda Keppel regretted her poor performance, "Is it just because you watched too much?"

"Because it wasn't necessary," Isaac said. "The girl committed suicide. If she had been killed, I would have found the killer for her. But suicide? She made a choice, and I don't have to worry about that."

"There's a reason for suicide, don't you wonder?" asked Matilda Keppel.

"It's nothing more than emotional entanglements," Issac said. "And her identity is a little bit special, but what does that have to do with me? I dare say that even now, in some corner of this country, innocent people are being killed. Drama, you know some data, and all you can do is to avenge the dead."

"You don't approve of suicide," Matilda Keppel said firmly.

"But I don't object." Isaac's voice was a little indifferent in the darkness, "It's really hard to live sometimes, no matter what you choose, as long as you can be responsible for yourself. I won't condemn, but don't even try to get approval from me .”

"..." This sentence made Matilda Keppel silent for a long time, "Are you so sure that the girl committed suicide?"

"This is my profession," Isaac said. "Don't think too much, you need to rest."

"Is your profession, like just now? Victim analysis?" asked Matilda Keppel. "You've been used to this kind of thing for a long time."

"I thought you should have some resistance too, given the case you took when we met last time." Issac recalled, "the dead are nothing to be afraid of, the real thing is people. The dead will not hurt you again, but people Yes. If you stop taking an elevator because it suddenly breaks down, that's fine. But if you're afraid that someone will fall from the sky again, that's totally unnecessary. It's less likely to happen than winning the lottery."

"Then should I buy a lottery ticket?" Matilda Keppel suddenly stopped, "You're right, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not afraid of an elevator accident. Let's take the elevator."

Coming out of the stairwell, Isaac looked at the floor number - ten.

Matilda Keppel lives on the twelfth floor, which is very close to here. Issac said good night when she opened the door and went in. If the sun hadn't risen, he would have to go out to see if the direction of the earth's revolution had changed.

Matilda Keppel may not have been so keen on Isaac's positive emotions, but she was already familiar with this irritating expression.It's just that she doesn't have the strength to care about it now, so she can only close the door and keep her eyes out of her mind.

Isaac whistled, no need to go down the stairs this time.

Daisy was still waiting in the car, watching Isaac get back into the car, "How is Keppel feeling?"

"If she has been so calm, it is obvious that she will achieve greater success in the future." Issac said, "As a classmate, I can only provide help, and the rest is up to her to come out on her own."

Daisy gave an 'hmm', but sincerely hoped that Keppel would get out of the shadows soon.

"So, you know how reassuring I am?" Isaac began boasting, "You don't have to worry about me being shadowed by this."

Daisy doesn't want to talk.

When passing by a bank, Isaac suddenly felt a little regretful, "No bank is open now, right?"

"Do you have business to do?" Daisy couldn't help but ask, "Or just want to withdraw money?"

"I want to change some RMB." Isaac had a sudden thought. He just saw a white-collar worker in a red dress hurrying towards the subway station, and then his brain was a little out of control for a while.

"What?" Daisy was puzzled.

"To ward off evil spirits." Issac said, "there are 13 billion people's beliefs gathered on it, and gods and ghosts are invulnerable."

Daisy was speechless, "Kiven has a cross made of silver, I'll go back and find it for you."

"I'm afraid not, God can't control the East." Isaac discussed with Daisy very seriously, "I think it's better to specialize in art."

"..." Daisy wanted to punch someone, "Do you still remember that you are a materialist?"

To be a man, we must know how to be fickle.Isaac didn't say that because he saw the threatening curve of Daisy's mouth.

He doesn't owe a fight, really.

In the evening, Isaac told Reid for a long time that only money is the most eternal belief, and Reid focused on two purposes, analyzing the photos sent to him by Peter Coleman.

"It's illogical." Reid also found the contradictions in those wounds. "Is it possible that a gang committed the crime? These are two completely different models."

"The possibility is very small." Isaac yawned, a little sleepy, "You also said that this is very contradictory, and it is impossible for a group with conflicts to cooperate well for eleven months, and it is time for internal strife and dismantling. "

"Schizophrenia? Dissociative disorder? Or is it that the murderer himself is in conflict, unable to control his thoughts of hurting and torturing others, but also knowing that this is wrong, and sending out signals to ask others to stop him?" Reid No sleepiness, "There are only three victims in eleven months, the frequency is not high, and the murderer's cool-down period is very long..."

Isaac couldn't bear it anymore and fell directly on the bed.

A night without dreams.

The next day, he pulled out a few Franklins from under his pillow, did it really work?

A little disappointed.

So, when Isaac walked into the BAU meeting room, he still had a solemn expression on his face.This made Morgan, who wanted to say hello and make a joke, shut up.

It seems that this case is very big.