[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

"To see a panoramic view of a city, of course the most convenient way is to take a bus." Shelley dragged the reluctant Sherlock onto a bus. There were many empty seats on the bus, and they picked one at the middle and rear He sat down in two empty seats connected together, and on the other side of the aisle was a young man in a black striped suit.

Sherlock was not interested in the scenery outside the window, he began to analyze the people in the car boredly, but he was swallowed back by Shelley's stare at the very beginning.

The car is so quiet, yet he still speaks out his analysis, is he looking for a beating?

Sherlock flattened his mouth, so he had no choice but to read silently in his heart, his mouth wriggled, but he didn't make a sound.After being quiet for less than 10 minutes, Sherlock suddenly looked at the young man next door and said, "Your mother passed away when you were young, and your father also passed away a few years ago. At that time, you suddenly found out that you are an adopted son. You want to find your biological parents... No, you have found your biological mother, but she did not recognize you, or you did not recognize her, you want revenge..."

The man's face was pale, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his right hand had already reached into his coat pocket. Sherlock continued: "The temperature is not too low today, but you are wearing leather gloves. Are you going to do something on this bus..." He glanced at the other party up and down, and finally set his eyes on the black on the umbrella, "Bomb? Yes, I'm afraid it's your homemade bomb..."

Shelley has jumped up, and the passengers next to him are also commotion.The man dropped the umbrella in his hand, turned around and ran towards the car door, shouting, "Stop the car, I'm at the stop!"

Shelley heard that there was a bomb, how dare he let the instigator leave, he jumped directly from the seat, slammed him hard on the car door, and then punched him hard on the bridge of the nose, the man seemed a little thin, but it was only a punch He just leaned against the car door in a daze, unable to move, and something fell from his powerless right hand, and it fell to the floor with a slap.

Sherlock came over with an umbrella, bent down and picked up what looked like a remote control lock for a car, threw it up and caught it: "It's still a remote bomb, are you planning to blow it up as soon as you get out of the car?"

The passengers in the car panicked even more. Several young men looked at the man eagerly, as if they wanted to beat him up to vent their anger.I don't know who called the police. The bus stopped on the side of the road to welcome the arrival of the police car. The driver opened the door to let a few passengers who wanted to get off nearby or were in a hurry.

At this time, the bomber seemed to be slowing down, jumped up and pushed Shelley away, jumped out of the car and ran into the crowd. Sherlock was the first to react and chased him out, but the other party seemed to be very familiar with the surrounding area. There were people passing by on the street, but after turning two corners, Sherlock lost him after him.

"Damn it!" Sherlock cursed angrily. When he first arrived in Seattle yesterday, he should have looked at the map and recorded the topography of the city instead of just having sex with Shelley. Feelings are really a mistake.

"Missed?" Shelley asked in surprise, and then reacted, "It's your first time in Seattle, and the roads are unfamiliar, it's all because I didn't hold him down just now, but if the police want him, they will soon catch him. "

By the time they walked back to where they were, the police had arrived, and the detective, who was of Asian descent, was asking the passengers for their contact information in case they needed it in the future.The passenger on the side pointed to Sherlock and told the inspector that he had found the bomb, and the inspector walked over to them: "Good morning, both of you, I'm Nick Casey, an agent from the FBI Seattle office, and now I want to take a moment for you to ask Some Problems."

Shelley preemptively said: "Okay, of course."

"First, please leave your name and contact information."

"humesigurdson and shelleyhope, the phone is..."

"How did Mr. Sigurdson find the bomb?"

Although sherlock was a little impatient, he still said: "He lost his adoptive parents, found his biological mother but didn't recognize her, obviously he wanted to take revenge on her. He was still wearing leather gloves in this weather, he was afraid of leaving fingerprints, why What he wants to do needs to conceal his identity. Only when he hides from the police will he be afraid of leaving fingerprints. What he wants to do is illegal. The umbrella in his hand looks ordinary, but he has never let go of it. Very careful, why? Either a very important souvenir or a bomb."

"It's amazing." Nickcasey exclaimed, "Mr. Sigurdson, what is your occupation?"

Sherlock took out his ID card, which was printed with the FBI logo: "Consultant of the FBI Behavior Analysis Department."

"What a coincidence," Nick Casey called. "Are you here for this bomb threat?"

"No, they just came at the right time." A tall and stern man in a dark gray suit said, "Hoter from the Behavior Analysis Department, hello." He turned to the two detectives following him, "Dr. Spencerreid and Dr. man."

The two detectives obviously also heard Sherlock's self-introduction. After greeting Nick Casey, they looked at Sherlock curiously: "Are you the consultant of the Behavioral Analysis Team?"

Sherlock nodded: "Humesigurdson, nice to meet you." He glanced at Shelley, "Is that what normal people say?"

"Normal person?" Reid, who looked like a high school nerd, said, "You have mild Eisenberg syndrome, so you think you are not a normal person, and you are a little contradictory about this. There are data showing..."

"Reid," the black detective slapped him lightly on the head, stopping his endless analysis, "Don't forget, we don't profile ourselves."

"I'm sorry." Reid apologized obediently.

Man glanced at Shelley: "Is this lady also our colleague?"

Shelley smiled and stretched out his right hand to him: "shelleyhope, Hume's girlfriend, I'm not a genius, I can't get into the FBI."

Reid said: "The requirements for entering the FBI are not geniuses. In fact, you only need to meet the following requirements: 1. You are a legal resident of the United States or the northern Mariana Islands; 2. You are fully capable of entering the FBI. Complete tasks within the geographic scope of law enforcement operations; 3. You must be within the age of 23 to 37 when you apply; 4. Have a valid driver's license; 5. It has been confirmed by the top medical director of the fbi that you can actually manipulate light weapons, conduct raids and arrests, and have high intelligence Ability to develop defensive strategies, and other necessary capabilities as the job demands..."

Although Shelley has long been used to Sherlock's speaking speed, he was still taken aback when he heard Reid's "scientific score".It seems that Sherlock will not be too boring when he is in the United States. He has a case to solve and a genius to talk to him.

"What doctor are you?" she asked.

Reid paused and said, "I have a Ph.D. in Chemistry, Mathematics, and Engineering, and a Master's in Psychology, Philosophy, and Sociology."

"Wow!" Shelley exclaimed, "You must be a super genius with an IQ over 180, that's amazing."

Reid blushed shyly: "Thank you. Generally speaking, I think IQ is just a number that is not enough to judge anything in an unfair way... Well, my IQ is 187, actually I It’s just that reading is faster, I can read 20000 words per minute.”

"What does your Behavior Analysis Department mainly do? Is it different from other FBI departments?"

"We do psychological profiling for criminals, and analyze the life experience and psychological state of criminals from the traces left by criminals at the scene of the crime, and use these as a basis to narrow down the scope of suspects and find criminals."

Shelley was thoughtful: "Hume's analysis of strangers on the road is a bit like your psychological profiling, but he pays more attention to physical evidence when solving cases. There are still many overlaps between his methods and yours."

"He...I mean Mr. Sigurdson, solved a lot of cases?" Reid asked curiously.

"Of course," Shelley said proudly, "he's amazing, I've never met anyone who is stronger than him... well, maybe his brother is stronger than him."

Reid asked: "Then why haven't I heard Mr. Sigurdson's name before?"

Shelley glanced at Reid in surprise. This doctor obviously doesn't know how to get along with people. He asked this question purely out of curiosity and nothing else.She thought for a while and said, "Because Hume always likes to hide in the dark, as long as he has a case, the credit is usually given to those detectives."

"You all have British accents, did you just come from England?"

"In fact, we just flew over from China a few days ago." Shelley didn't know if Moriarty's men would find out if Sherlock was British, so he secretly changed the concept.

Reid was really fooled, and nodded: "No wonder, this kind of news in China has always been strictly blocked, and it is normal not to have heard Mr. Sigurdson's name."

Shelley smiled apologetically, it was not her wish to lie to this simple doctor, but if it was about Sherlock's safety, she was willing to lie to everyone.

A female detective from the bomb disposal team passed by them holding a dismantled steel pipe bomb. Not far away, Sherlock impatiently told Hotch the characteristics of the suspect: "Student, 20-25 years old, white, orphan, foster child Both parents passed away many years ago, with black hair and black eyes, about 1 meters tall, and weighing about 78 kilograms. That’s all for now.”