[Comprehensive] IQ knocks on the door

Threatened, Reid simply put the matter aside. It was also convenient for them that Augustine went back to the room.The two didn't need to discuss the case in the parking lot now, so Reid gave Morgan a slight nod, and the two walked up.

"You said that Pablo Wright bought two plane tickets to London? Does he have any relatives in London?" Reid asked, recalling that Declan is also from London, he couldn't help feeling that it was a bit of a coincidence.Naturally, the thought passed in a flash.

Morgan shook his head: "We didn't find out that Pablo Wright has any relatives and friends there. His ancestral home has always been in Texas. When he was young, his father started a business and made a fortune before moving to New York. Only about three years after moving here, his father Involved in a commercial fraud, he was defrauded of all his assets and owed a large debt. The family sold all the real estate and stocks to pay off the debt. Misfortunes never come singly, but his father also died in a car accident a year later. His mother also died in the same car. So the burden of the family fell on his brother Adonis Wright. Pablo Wright was still young at that time, so it can be said that he was raised by his brother alone, and the two brothers had a very good relationship. "

"He's claiming his brother was wronged? Why?" Reid asked.

"According to Pablo Wright's confession, his brother had an affair with the deceased for a long time. There is no rape. And Pablo Wright was a hacker. In order to find evidence for his brother to prove his innocence, he had invaded the network of the deceased's home to investigate the Internet records. According to him According to the report, shortly after his brother's departure, which is an hour after the inferred time of death of the deceased, online records in the deceased's home indicated that someone used the deceased's account to browse women's clothing on Amazon."

"Is this testimony not accepted?"

"No." Morgan said, "Because Mr. Wright Jr. is an experienced hacker, tampering with data is not difficult for him."

Reid was thoughtful: "But if what Mr. Wright said is true, then Mr. Wright must have been wronged. No wonder Mr. Wright has so much resentment."

Morgan said: "This is not certain. Although there are many ways to determine the time of death, it is impossible for the forensic department in New York to be deceived by these small means. After all, the forensic equipment they have is considered advanced in the entire United States."

"Regardless of the circumstances of the year, Mr. Wright Jr. is undoubtedly the most suspected in this case." Reid said frankly: "Has Hotch made any arrangements?"

Morgan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Otherwise, why do you think I'm waiting for you here?"

Reid blinked and joked, "Because you're worried about me?"

Morgan was choked, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect you to be so eloquent." He smiled and his face became a little more serious: "You are right, but it is not completely like this. I will go with you tomorrow Visit Mr. Wright's friends and find out about Mr. Wright's relationship. J`J and Elle are going back to the crime scene to have a look. Hotch and Gideon have other arrangements."

Reid nodded: "What time will I see you tomorrow?"

"It's eight o'clock. I've been busy for a long time today. Sleep a little longer to be energetic."

"Okay." Reid nodded in agreement.Looking up again, I found myself standing at the door of 301.Looking at the house number, Reid couldn't help but feel a little tangled.

It was only then that Morgan realized that Augustine had occupied Reid's room.Looking at the house number, Morgan felt helpless: "Forget it, I'll accompany you down and open another room."

Reid was about to nod, but the door was suddenly opened. Reid suddenly met Augustine's cold eyes, and couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Also stunned were Augustine and Morgan.

Augustine was imperceptibly relieved to see that it was the two of them.He turned sideways to let the two of them see the situation in the room clearly, and his face was no longer as relaxed as before: "Reid, if this room is opened under your name, I'm afraid you will pay the hotel a lot of money tomorrow."

Following Augustine's movements, the two looked in, only to see a mess in the room.In the living room, fragments of cups, teapots or desk lamps can be seen scattered on the ground.It was obvious at a glance that there had been a fierce fight here.The glass door connecting the living room to the balcony was wide open, and the wind blew the curtains rattling. If you looked out a little, you could see the climbing rope wrapped around the guardrail.

"What's going on here?" Reid couldn't help but raise his voice and asked.

"I was attacked after I went back to my room. I wrestled with him for a while and he turned over and went downstairs and left. You came back at this time." Augustine succinctly explained what happened.

Morgan looked at him, quickly connecting the attack to the recent forensic murder case, his face serious: "Does anyone know that you will be back with Reid tonight?"

Augustine shook her head: "Impossible, this is a temporary decision."

"If no one knows, how did your friend show up in the parking lot of this hotel." Morgan obviously didn't believe it.

Augustine lowered his eyes, and his voice could not hear any emotion: "I told him by chance before, but I didn't tell anyone else."

Reid had an intuition that Augustine was lying, but he didn't expose it. He could see that Augustine was hiding something, but it involved Augustine's privacy and Reid didn't want to interfere.He only said: "Could it be that someone was lurking in the police station and then knew your whereabouts?"

Augustine frowned slightly: "You thought the suspect was targeting me, but this is only one possibility, and I think the other possibility is more likely."

"What is it?" Morgan asked.

Augustine turned her head to look at Reid: "This is your room."

Reid understood in an instant, and a coolness appeared on his vest.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, there was an accident, the power went out yesterday, so I didn't update...

Recently, because I was preparing for the English level test, I crammed my feet and started memorizing a lot of example sentences in the composition. In the end, I was dizzy and had less time to increase the code words. I knelt down and confessed OTZ

In fact, I finished writing today’s chapter yesterday, but I overdid it at night when I watched the notice of stealing pens, and forgot that I hadn’t posted the article yet. The scum really thinks that in the future, I will never be able to connect to the Internet before I finish coding OTZ

Thank you Nana for the grenades and mines o(≧v≦)o

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Morgan also understood the unfinished meaning of Augustine's words, he looked at Reid in surprise: "You mean..."

Augustine nodded slightly, and he looked at Reid steadily, with unconcealed worry in his eyes: "Spencer, have you encountered anything strange recently? Or have you met any strange people? Maybe it's a strange thing. indefinite."

Reid thought about it carefully, he shook his head: "No."

"Are you sure?" Augustine pressed.

Reid nodded slowly but without hesitation: "I'm sure."

Augustine pursed his lips. He turned his head to look at the messy room, feeling uneasy, as if remembering something, he suddenly came back to his senses: "Where's your colleague?"

"Hotch them?" Reid replied, "They don't live on the same floor as me. Even Morgan lives upstairs, we just discuss things, so he walked me to the door."

Augustine frowned: "You guys booked the room together, and you're still police officers from the same department. How could the hotel arrange you on different floors?"

Reid listened thoughtfully: "I also feel that something is wrong. When I came to get the room card today, the front desk clerk said that there was an error in the system and our reservation was not confirmed, so we booked the room temporarily. Then He told us very sorry that there were no rooms with consecutive numbers, so he arranged us on different floors."

"You live in a single room?" Augustine pressed.

Reid越想也是越觉得很不对劲，他点头：“我们外出一般都订双人间，这样互相之间有个照应。但是这次我们只订到了一个双间和四个单间。其中一个单间就是我住的3011。另外单间4012和双间4001分别住着Morgan以及J`J和Elle。Hotch与Gideon住在5010和5011。”

"Do you remember what the service person who arranged for you to check in looked like?" Augustine asked.

Reid nodded. Augustine nodded slightly, and he looked at the two people in front of him: "Bring your police ID, we're going to question him."

Morgan reached out to stop Reid, he glanced at Augustine, and then said to Reid: "Hotch and the others need to know the situation, Reid, you go up and inform them, and Augustine and I can just go down. Let's meet in the lobby."

Reid was not suspicious, he nodded and walked to where his team members were.

Augustine didn't leave the room until he saw Reid disappear at the end of the corridor. He calmly took the key card, locked the door, and walked side by side with Morgan.Without any foreshadowing, he went straight to the point: "Are you doubting me?"

Morgan's face remained unchanged, and he still had that indifferent smile on his face: "It's not true. It's just that I think it's weird."

"Where?" Augustine asked curiously.

"The attacker's intention." Morgan carefully observed the change of Augustine's expression from the corner of his eyes: "There are traces of being turned over in the room, assuming he came to find something, he should be the first to notice when you enter the door." Running to the balcony, grabbing the climbing rope and fleeing the scene instead of hiding and looking for an opportunity to attack the intruders? If his goal is to attack Reid, why mess up the room and make the people who enter the house wary? And hang on The rope is so conspicuous on the balcony. It can be seen as soon as you enter the house. Below the rock climbing rope is a street that is not considered lively but has a lot of pedestrians. It is impossible for the attacker to climb up from there. There is no sign that the lock has been picked, so the assailant has the key to the room. But you have the key when you have time, but I don't know what your purpose is for doing this."

Augustine smiled and shook his head, casually said: "The analysis is very good, but I really didn't do it." He paused, not afraid that Morgan would not believe it, and said very bachelorly: "I will not do anything to endanger Spencer."

"Hopefully." Morgan just said that, without saying whether he believed it or not.

Augustine's heart was not as calm as her face. He also thought about what Morgan said, but he didn't come to any conclusion.His instinct told him that this attack had nothing to do with his or Reid's case, that it was another, bigger conspiracy.A conspiracy against BAU, and he is just a foreign stone that accidentally broke into the chess game.

But this stone accidentally destroyed the whole chess game not long after, saving BAU's decline and making up for some regrets.And now, that story hasn't begun yet.

As Augustine expected, the man in the hotel's uniform was not an employee of the hotel.Other than that, an evening's investigation brought them nothing new.How he got in is unknown.The man was like a ghost that appeared out of thin air, blending into the crowd unknowingly, and no one felt that something was wrong.And his departure also seemed like a dream.If they hadn't kept asking, the people in the hotel would never have known that there was a stranger who mixed in with them and stayed with them for three days.And without any sense of incongruity.

Everything is so creepy.

Similarly, this unknown person hiding in the dark—please call him that for now, after all, Augustine is not sure whether he is the same person as the one who attacked him—has a very meticulous mind.This can be seen from the room he arranged for the BAU crew.

One double room and four single rooms, on three different floors.The seemingly ordinary distribution has guessed the hearts of the group members.There is no doubt that the double room must be arranged for two ladies.And Morgan lived on the same floor as the two women to take care of the two crew members.This is not a contempt for these two ladies, but the normal state of people's hearts.It is a man's nature to protect women.As the leaders of the group, Hotch and Gideon naturally have many things to discuss, so it must be inconvenient to discuss if they live on the third floor and the fifth floor respectively.After such a calculation, Reid is the only candidate who lives alone on the third floor.Perhaps others are also a little worried about Reid living alone on the first floor.But another beauty of the room this man had arranged came into play. Reid and Morgan's room is next to the stairs. The room Morgan lives in is located at the midpoint between the two ladies and Reid's room. No matter who is attacked, he can rescue him immediately.So this also made up for the uneasiness of Reid living alone on the first floor.

Reid lived alone, which naturally brought convenience to the intruder.

From this point of view, the unknown person is a person who is good at calculating people's hearts.And his understanding of BAU is beyond ordinary people's imagination.No one knows what this person hiding in the dark wants to do.

And in this weird episode, the only good news is that, as compensation, the hotel does not ask him to compensate for the things that Augustine accidentally damaged during the fight, and BAU's accommodation fees for these few days are all free.

Augustine stood outside the BAU group, watching their discussion through a glass window.After a long time, he took out his mobile phone, flipped through the phone book, focused his eyes on a certain number and didn't press it for a long time, and finally he just sighed and closed the phone.

At this time, his phone rang.The sudden American national anthem startled everyone in the discussion.Seeing the call, Augustine was a little surprised. He picked up the phone, and a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. Unlike before, there was some excitement in his voice: "Austin, the response to your essay is very good."

"Sheldon?" Augustine glanced at the call log in surprise, "Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"Hmm...sincerely." His tone revealed a guilty conscience everywhere.

Listening to his unnatural tone, Augustine suddenly understood the reason. Today is the day when his paper will be published. I'm afraid that this awkward guy has been waiting for his paper to be published, and then——plans to find out the mistakes and laugh at him severely , I just called him.It's a pity that I never thought that this little calculation failed. That paper was a masterpiece that he spent a whole year calculating, reasoning and verifying, and another year polishing and revising. How could he find out the mistakes so easily.

Augustine smiled in his heart and was about to say something when there was a scramble on the other end of the phone, and then the phone fell into the hands of another person.

"Hi, Austin, I'm Leonard. Don't rush!" Leonard covered the microphone and said something in a low voice, and then said to Augustine: "I think you will want to know. Your paper has received a good response. The doubts have disappeared a lot now. An hour ago the dean called Sheldon and asked for your contact information. He asked if you had time to go back and collect your doctorate."

Augustine let go of her frown happily: "Let me take a look, there's no rush anyway. I can't escape this degree."

"That's what you said." Leonard joked with a little envy.

Augustine looked up at the clock in the lobby and realized that it was quite late.And BAU seems to have no intention of starting. Augustine didn't want to be late for work on the first day, so she gestured to Reid who was looking over, holding her eyes open for almost the whole night, went out and hailed a taxi to go to work.

Sheldon managed to snatch the phone over there, and he said to Augustine, "By the way, what's your new address?"

"I just came to New York and haven't found a house yet, what's wrong?" Augustine asked.

"I received a courier today with your name written on it, but I don't know why it was sent to me. I signed for it for you." Sheldon said: "I need to know your address and then send the courier and the letter of responsibility Here it is. After you sign your name, send me the letter of responsibility. In this way, the task I was entrusted with will be completed."

Augustine felt helpless for some of Sheldon's stubborn insistence, but she had to do it, otherwise this annoying spirit would bother him for a long time.Thinking about it, Augustine had no choice but to agree. He was also full of curiosity about the express mail that could be sent to Sheldon's house, so he asked, "Who is the sender?"

"Overseas express, no signature on it." Sheldon said.

Augustine didn't know what to do, so he said, "Okay then, I'll send you my new address when I find a house."

"Okay." Sheldon answered and hung up the phone.

Augustine didn't intend to close his eyes and meditate, for some reason he suddenly thought of the blog that Declan showed him a few days ago.I don't know if the blogger continued to write about the follow-up of that case.Thinking of this, Augustine looked up the blog of the veteran doctor named Watson.The blog obviously had some popularity, and Augustine had little trouble finding the target.

The "Pink Study" has been updated, but what caught Augustine's attention was not the follow-up to that peculiar case, but a blog post that was pinned to the top by a blogger with the title "For the learned man from the other side of the Atlantic - from Holmes." Gauntlet".

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Tomorrow is full of classes and still can't be updated... The day after tomorrow, the update will be resumed, the scumbag is wrong QAQ

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The four words "learned people" have given many people a shot at the map.Although they may not be able to afford the words "learned people".But who wants to admit that they are not smart enough?

So this blog post has only been published for about three hours, and the number of clicks is abnormally high.

Augustine looked at the title of the blog post and paused. He hesitated for a while, but still didn't have enough concentration, so he clicked in.The whole blog post is not as long and cumbersome as the previous blog post, it only has one picture and one sentence.

In the photo is an ordinary British businessman.He was about 50 to [-] years old, a little fat, with fiery red hair, and an old gold ring on his hand, which looked a little pompous.He was wearing a pair of slightly tight gray checked trousers and a dirty brown top, which made him look a little funny.The button of the jacket was not buttoned, revealing a white shirt, and a necklace hanging from a cowhide rope hung from the shirt, and the pendant was in the shape of a cross.Beside him was a frayed wide-brimmed hat, and in his arms was a cloth bag that had been washed white.His face was very angry and dissatisfied, and there was some consternation.It can be seen that the photo was taken without the British businessman's consent and without his consent.

And there is only one sentence under the picture: Tell me what you see.

The replies under the blog post were varied.

This old gentleman is your friend, he came to visit you or to borrow money from you?He believes in Christianity and is somewhat unclean.It seems that you did not agree to lend him money, look at his angry face. ——This is a more reliable message.

This old guy came here as a time machine, looking at the costumes of the last century. ——This is an unreliable message.

The blogger has not responded to the underground discussions, and he seems to be waiting for someone.

Augustine lost interest after flipping through two pages of comments. He looked up at the road conditions and saw the police station for a while, so he seriously began to ponder the information on the picture, and at the same time, his fingers twitched and wrote his inferences: This old gentleman is your client. He has done manual work for a while and recently quit smoking. He has been to the United States. He has written a lot recently and he is not religious.The old man's family background is not good, but he is a very face-saving person, and his life seems to have improved recently.However, there seemed to be something bothering him these two days. The occurrence of this incident made him very uncomfortable and would lose his interests, so he impatiently came to find someone to clear up his doubts.In addition, this photo was taken by Mr. Holmes while the old man was not paying attention.

After writing, Augustine checked and made sure there was nothing missing, so he posted his reply.At this time the police station also arrived.He paid the fare, thanked the driver, and entered the police station. Fortunately, the timing was just right, which saved Augustine from being late for work on the first day.

But to his surprise, Reid and the others arrived at the police station first, and they were discussing something with the sheriff. Reid happened to see him, and he said "sorry" to Augustine with his mouth, while pointing his finger at Hotch with a serious expression. Augustine nodded understandingly, and he walked into his workroom graciously.

After the fingerprint recognition opened the door of the forensics department, something flashed in Augustine's mind, but he didn't catch it because the speed was too fast. Just when he was about to explore, a greeting interrupted his thoughts. Let his inspiration disappear without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

Augustine couldn't help but feel a little depressed. After turning his back to the visitor and sighing, he adjusted his facial expression and turned to look at the visitor.

The person who came was a hot and beautiful woman with curly black hair and green eyes, but her face was very cold. The person nodded slightly to Augustine as a greeting, and then went straight to the point: "Mr. Pick up the autopsy report on the murder."

Looking at the attitude of the person who came, Augustine couldn't tell whether he had met this lady before today, and he didn't want to reveal the damage to his hippocampus, so he nodded slightly and said naturally: "Please follow me Come." Pretending to be something that Augustine is familiar with, so the lady behind didn't see any flaws, and she followed Augustine into the office.

Augustine turned on the computer, printed the file, and handed it to the lady.

The lady did not leave after receiving the report, but said to Augustine seriously: "Mr. Jones, as a forensic doctor, you should print out the report and submit it to us as soon as you finish writing it, so that It will not affect the prime time for our police investigation. Instead of writing the report like today and storing it in the computer, I will temporarily print it when I come to pick up the report. Moreover, you came to the police station very late. Although I arrived at the forensic department before regular working hours, I still want to remind you that if you encounter such a serious case in the future, I hope you can come to the police station early to do your job well, and wait to listen to our orders at any time Dispatch."

Augustine raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "Does the forensic department still follow orders from your investigation department? Aren't these two independent departments?"

The lady said: "Usually yes, but in case of a case, in order to improve efficiency, it is better for you to follow our dispatch."

What an egomaniac, it's hard for her to be so beautiful. Augustine said in his heart that staying up all night made him feel a little irritable today, and he lost his usual self-control. He sarcastically said: "In this way, if I encounter a big case in the future, I'd better not go back to sleep."

The lady didn't know whether she didn't hear Augustine's voice-over or pretended not to understand. She nodded to Augustine and said, "This is the best." Then she turned and went out the door.

Augustine rubbed his throbbing forehead. In fact, he was the most annoyed to deal with this kind of rigid person, especially if he was a bit self-righteous.So even if this person is Augustine's ideal type, it can't stop his favorability towards her from dropping.

It's okay if he didn't sleep well at night, but he was scolded for no reason when he went to work during the day. Augustine was extremely depressed. You must know that this was his first day at work!Although he examined a dead body yesterday, it was voluntary labor and it was not included in the shift hours.Getting pissed at the start of her new job, Augustine suddenly felt that her days ahead were bleak.

He poured himself a glass of milk, sat on his seat and browsed the webpage.Don't ask him why he drank milk, the old forensic doctor actually only prepared milk for him!He could still find coffee and tea last night, but when he went to the cabinet again, those potions disappeared overnight!You can tell who put it away with your toes!

Nothing is going right, Augustine grumbles to herself.Then I used my computer to browse the blog of the person named Watson on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.It's his little thought.He also wanted to know how the people who signed the challenge would evaluate his inference.

To his disappointment, his message did not get a reply from the blogger, or the blogger's friend Holmes.But thinking about it, it took less than 10 minutes to reply to the message, and it was impossible for that person to stare at the computer all the time.Besides, there is a full five-hour time difference between London and New York. He just went to work here, and he might be taking a nap there.

However, Augustine's sharp eyes saw a guy who questioned his reasoning.The man spoke eloquently and described Augustine as an egomaniac who draws random conclusions to catch people's attention, and at the end he complacently asked Augustine to give evidence for his conclusions.

Augustine's anger all morning was ignited by this sentence. He pulled the corners of his mouth, and replied sarcastically with his uncommon arrogance in the past: "Which sentence do you not understand?" How much controversy it would cause, I changed hands and submitted comments, closed the page and browsed Watson's previous blog.

What surprised him was that the blogger hadn't written a single blog post before the 'pink study' was published. Augustine thought that this blog was an account that Watson specially applied for to describe his friend Holmes, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Watson's blog apparently applied for it months ago, but he didn't write a single word.And it can be seen from the article "Pink Research" that he met this strange but knowledgeable consulting detective not long ago.At that time, the blog had been open for two months.So it looks like Watson didn't know what to blog about until he met the unusual Holmes.

And apart from Holmes in the blog, there are almost no personal blog posts about Watson.It's not like something a blogger would do.So Augustine speculates that in addition to Holmes, Watson is also a person with a story.

Augustine was thinking in her mind, but her eyes were fixed on watching the whole process of Watson following Holmes to investigate the case.Looking at Augustine can't help but find it funny.Although Watson has tried his best to beautify his companion's little vices, Augustine can easily see the eccentric character of Mr. Holmes from the lines of the blog post.

Augustine smiled lightly, and suddenly became extremely interested in this couple outside the Atlantic Ocean, and even gave him the desire to visit Holmes and Watson.

At this time, he didn't know the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, and someone thought so too.

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Let us temporarily turn back the days to two days ago, and focus on 221B Baker Street, London, England.

Sherlock·Holmes is like one of the worst 'addicts', and strange things are his 'poison!Taste'.The more bizarre the case, the more exciting he would feel, and once he got out of these cases, he would become uncontrollably irritable.

The 'Pink Study' case has been over for a long time, and Sherlock is slowly waking up from the excitement that this case brought to him, and the boring and monotonous days filled his whole life, boring like an order A whiskey-loving fellow drank water all day long, and Sherlock paced the room anxiously.

Watson said he was used to this, he had just been awakened by Sherlock's gloomy and loud violin sound a few minutes ago, just when he was about to go downstairs to have a 'chat' with this cohabitant, the noise maker seemed to react There was a second person in the room, so the sound of a hundred kittens scratching the glass with their paws stopped abruptly.This made Watson gasp in his throat, neither swallowing nor spitting.Reluctantly, the sleepy bugs had already run away, so he had to sigh and get up to take care of himself.

And when he went downstairs, he saw the cohabitant who kept pacing back and forth, and he was unusually calm about it.Wrapped in sleepiness, Watson made himself a cup of coffee as usual. Due to the resentment that he was awakened from a deep sleep, Watson carefully did not make a cup for Sherlock. He set the coffee machine, took out a plate from the cupboard, I plan to bake myself a toast and fry an egg for breakfast.

"Sherlock." Watson turned on the gas stove and poured some oil into the pot, while knowingly asking the cohabitant's nerves: "What's wrong with you."

"Boring, so boring!" Sherlock said anxiously, "No case, not a single case! No! There is!"

"Oh." Watson responded irrelevantly: "Didn't Mycroft bring you a case yesterday? Why didn't you take it?"

"That case?" Sherlock's voice was gnashing his teeth: "Does Mycroft really think that I don't understand his little thoughts? That case is so simple, with his IQ, he can know who the culprit is without even thinking about it! The reason why he Give me the case, but it is not easy to tell the prisoner because of his identity! He wants me to be his