[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Although Sherlock drew his gun in time, he still failed to save the gatekeeper's life. Shelley has rushed to fight it, the monster is extremely powerful, and even if the layer of skin it wears is injured, it will not affect its actions.

Fortunately, the monster's purpose here is not to kill people. It threw Shelley aside, rushed through Sherlock's line of defense, picked up the frightened female forensic doctor, and pointed the gun at her head, "Where is the cat?"

The female forensic doctor looked at the pair of men and women working in the FBI with distressed eyes, and stammered, "Cat... cat..."

The monster impatiently poked her temple with the muzzle of the gun, "Give me the cat."

Cats have always been proud, elegant and independent. In the chaos, a cat with light yellow short hair came over quietly and called out to the monster: "Meow!"

The monster looked at the cat with bright eyes, stretched out a huge pincer from nowhere, stretched it out quickly, and when it was retracted, the round ornament hanging under the cat's neck had appeared on the monster's hand.

Shelley struggled to stand up against the wall, she suspected that her ribs might be broken: "You've got what you want, let her go."

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and a black man in a black suit walked in. After seeing the situation, he was stunned for a moment, pulled out a shiny silver gun and pointed it at the monster: "Release the hostages and hand over the galaxy !"

The monster seemed to be afraid of the gun in his hand. He shrank and hid behind the hostage and slowly backed away: "Listen, Monkey Boy, we have evolved a lot compared to you, so shut up. Have you ever pulled out the wings of a fly? Have you ever thought that they will take revenge..."

A white man also came in, he was older, and he also held a silver gun in his hand, which looked the same as the black one: "What about your ship? Your spaceship has been confiscated by us, put it down arms!"

"Don't think about it!" The monster suddenly changed the person holding the hostage's neck to his waist, then turned around and smashed the window glass, jumped out, and the message disappeared.

Everyone rushed to the window, the city was on the ground floor, and outside the window was a several-meter-deep well to light the autopsy room. The monster jumped directly to the surface with just a single jump, and its ability to move was truly astonishing. Sherlock jumped up: "Quick, it's going to the Expo, and it won't be able to run fast if there are hostages in it." After finally meeting a legendary alien, he wanted to dissect it to see how it differs from the bugs on the earth Woolen cloth.

"Exposition?" Shelley was puzzled, she hadn't seen clearly what the monster had robbed before, besides the map.

The elderly Caucasian man reacted immediately: "There is an aircraft over there."

They turned and rushed out of the gate into the street. There were several taxi accessories scattered on the ground. The monster had already snatched a taxi and left.The black man turned around and ran, Shelley was a little surprised, did he expect to run to catch up with the car?

The white man ignored his companions, but smiled and asked them: "Have you seen this thing?" He put on a pair of sunglasses, and took out a silver pen-like object from his pocket, and then the red light flashed .

"You don't remember this today, there are no aliens, your car and yard were smashed by a meteorite, now go to the insurance company to claim the money, the money should be able to buy a new car, good luck. "

Shelley shook his head, turned to look at the surrounding environment, and said, "Sherlock, we're lost. This is the city mortuary, not the insurance company."

Sherlock frowned: "I have a map of New York City in my mind palace, so there is no such thing as getting lost. And have you forgotten? Both the car and the house belong to Tony, and he should handle the claim procedures. We just need to Give him a call instead of running to the insurance company..." He turned his head and looked at the old white man with the expression of "nothing happened, I don't know you and you haven't seen me", "Our memory There is a problem, what did you do?"

The old man was a little surprised, he was about to touch the amnestic device again, when Sherlock's cell phone rang to save them both: "Sherlock, there is a case, please rush to the office as soon as possible."

"What kind of case?" Sherlock asked, he didn't bother to go to this ordinary case.

"There are two serial killers in St. Louis, one abducts women and kills them in public during the day, the other kills eight j**js downtown at night, the latter always after the former kills one One, and wrote a letter to the newspaper reporter, claiming to be responsible for these j□j things, calling himself a transparent person.”

"Oh, interesting, I'm in New York now, I'll be right back." Sherlock hung up the phone, glanced at the old white man who was getting into a plain looking black car, "Sheley, let's go, we have to go home Quantico is gone."

"Don't you have a case? Just drop me in Washington," Shelley said.

"No, I haven't figured out why our memory is wrong. It's too unsafe to leave you alone. You and I will go back to Quantico. You and John are my assistants. Have you forgotten? ?”

Of course, Shelley would prefer to follow Sherlock to solve the case, just like she did in England before, but she was not sure if the FBI would let her follow like Scotland Yard.

They rode motorcycles to the fbi headquarters, and when they entered the Behavioral Analysis Department, the bau team welcomed Shelley.One of the fat and cute girls came over and introduced herself. Her name was Penelope Garcia, and she was an FBI computer technician. She wasn't there when she was in Seattle.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to let you take a break first." Hotch said, "But there is a case, and the St. Louis police asked us for help. Those two serial killers have been committing crimes for a year."

Sherlock nodded, flipping through the photos one by one with bright eyes: "I need to meet that reporter."

"Of course, but we have to go to St. Louis first. You can read this first on the plane, the letter from the shooter to the reporter."

Bau used special planes to handle cases across the country, so Hotch did not object to bringing an extra shelley, because Sherlock insisted that she be an assistant.

"The letter was written by hand, with narrow and long handwriting, and the focus was extra heavy. He was very depressed and nervous. He claimed to be a transparent person because he felt that he was not taken seriously. This is also the reason why he killed. It's just that he didn't choose the right person to kill, j□ J is a marginalized person in society, and will not attract people's attention at all. And people's attention is attracted by another killer who killed the upper class, which makes him feel that he is not taken seriously, so he writes to reporters. Oh , this is a guy who is practical and direct, like he shoots people to death."

JJ asked curiously: "You can tell this just by handwriting?"

Reid replied at the side: "Handwriting is an effective and reliable basis for judging a person's personality and behavior. In fact, there is a course in applied psychology called handwriting psychology, which is to study the morphological characteristics of handwriting symbols shown by different people's writing habits, and their It is a science that reflects the physiological, psychological state and behavioral characteristics of the writer. American psychologist Ai Wei believes that: "Handwriting is actually written by the brain, and what flows out of the pen tip is actually the human subconscious. Human arms are complex and diverse. The writing action is the external behavioral expression of human psychological quality.'”

JJ quickly nodded to show that he understood, otherwise Reid would have been able to talk endlessly for two hours. Shelley looked at him in amazement. She had long been used to Sherlock's chatter when talking about the case. Compared with Sherlock, Dr. Reid's personality was much easier to get along with.

Sherlock looked up from the handwriting study, glanced at Shelley, reached out and scratched her head as punishment for adoring other men, and asked JJ for the newspapers of the past few days: "I haven't read anything about this The report of the matter needs to be studied first.”

Although Sherlock usually reads news from the Internet, he still likes to subscribe to various newspapers, and often finds or solves cases from the advertisements or obituaries in the newspapers.This time was no exception. Before the plane even arrived in St.Louis, Sherlock found out from the advertisements in the newspapers.

"Look at this, our two serial killers are really interesting and interesting." Sherlock raised his head from the newspaper and saw the "strange" colleagues around him, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little bored. Shelley patted his hand as a silent comfort, she also missed their military doctor friend a little bit, and she still dare not contact John, for fear that John will accidentally find out that Sherlock is not dead.

Sherlock smiled at her, and dropped the newspaper: "Send him a text message, just chat about something, I heard from Mycroft that he almost collapsed."

"What are you talking about?" Shelley said, "I dare not contact him. I am afraid that he will feel guilty if he finds out that you are not dead, and lied to him for so long."

Reid didn't notice their whispers: "'Sunny, are you an artist?', 'I'll go to see your performance someday, holden.' Use classified ads to contact them, they are master-student relationship, transparent people are apprentices, but now The master gets headlines, the apprentice gets jealous, and he wants attention too."