[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

"Bones!" Booth yelled from the corridor, and Booth pushed open the door of the makeshift forensic dissection room. "Hey, Wendell, good morning."

Wendell was one of Dr. Bray's best interns.

Wendell greeted Booth: "Good morning, Booth."

"Good morning, Clark."

"Good news, the victim's cause of death has been found out."

Booth glanced at Clark, who was flipping through the information sent by Jeffersonia's laboratory, and Booth continued to ask: "Are there any new clues? Bones, Cook gave me Cavill's home address, wait for us You have to go check it out."

Temps looked back at her partner, nodded, then turned her head to talk to her intern online, Temps said, "You mean the victim's bones had severe osteoporosis?"

"Yes, Dr. B." Wendell replied: "Not only that, Huggins wiped the needle holes on the victim's arm, and determined that there was ice/drug residue. The victim has been using drugs for a long time, Dr. B." Wendell A bone densitometry report of osteoporosis in the victim's bones opened on the screen.

"After testing, the victim had no resistance injuries," Clark said, propping his chin with his hand, and seeing Booth looking at him, Clark said, "So, the victim's death is likely to be caused by a drug/investment dispute or It's love killing."

Tempus turned his head and glared at Clark. "We never guess"——Clark saw this sentence in Tempus' eyes.Clark shrank his neck and said, "I'm just guessing. I'm not legally responsible for what I said."

There was a laugh from the screen, and the face of an Asian woman appeared: "Guess what, Dr. Bray, Clark guessed, what do you think caused the death?"

Angela Martinigu, an expert in face simulation and computer processing in Jeffersonia's laboratory, is also a good friend of Tempus.

"No!" Bray said firmly: "No!" Scientists only provide evidence, never guess.

Angela gave up, "Okay, I simulated the murder weapon that hit the victim's back of the head. The diameter of the contact surface between the murder weapon and the victim's back of the head is about [-] cm. It should be a hammer or something." Angela said. : "By the way, I kill with love."

Booth crossed his arms and looked into Clark's blue eyes. He said, "My gut tells me it's probably a love affair. Guess what, Tempy!"

"No!" Tempus bit his lip, but still refused.

"Leave the bones, ma'am," Booth said, looking back at Temps, "so the victim died from being hit on the back of the head with a hammer?"

"Not exactly." Clark shook the mouse in his hand and clicked on the simulated video sent earlier.

In the simulated video, the victim first fell backwards, hitting the back of his head against an object similar to the square corner of the table, and then fell to the ground. The victim struggled to get up, and at this moment the murderer swung the hammer hard The victim was hit hard on the back of the head, blood spattered and the victim fell to the ground.

Clark grinned and gave a "tsk".

Bray said: "Mr. Wendell measured the wound on the skull, and obtained the force point and force through calculation." Clark clicked the mouse in his hand to call up the report on the force angle and force calculation.

"Huh?" Booth looked back at Clark looking at him, and the FBI agent said calmly: "So? I don't speak the language of the squint team, but English, thank you."

Clark laughed and explained: "From the perspective of force and strength, this is the strength of a grown woman swinging a hammer, Tampi." Dr. B stared at him coldly, and Clark said: "You Are you really not betting on love and killing?"

"We're sure it's a woman," Booth said. "That woman couldn't have done the dumping alone. I bet it was her lover. Guess, Bones, just guessing."

Bray opened his mouth, closed it again, and choked out a word: "No."

"Sweetheart," Angela called from the other end of the video, Clark and Tempus looked over together, Angela's eyes swept across Clark's muscles like a scraper, and said, "Please tell me you work in Washington, Clark. ...Lack!" Angela's voice turned a corner, with a little jump.

Temples looked at her friend helplessly and said, "Angie, he works in the Metropolis."

"That's really sad." Angela sighed deeply, and she said, "I want to meet you, it would be my greatest honor." Angela said with her face in her hands, Wendell looked a little embarrassed , he paced back and forth a few steps and slipped away.

"Angela accepted the advice of the psychiatrist and has been abstaining from sexual intercourse," Tempus felt that she still needed to explain to her good friend, Tempus said, "So, she is a little..." bewildered.

Clark tilted his head, his blue eyes brimming with joy, and he said half-jokingly: "Ms. Magragu is a very good portrait simulation expert and forensic computer expert. I have seen her fit the head bones and restore muscles A design paper for portrait software, she is a very good woman," Clark said, watching Angela cup her face at the other end of the video, "but unfortunately, I quit my job in Washington some time ago ..."

"Hiss." Angela let out a sigh of regret: "That's really too bad."

Tempus's hands trembled, and she disconnected the video connection in a "pia" way—she always felt that the two of them could meet thousands of miles away if they chatted a few more words.

"Come on, Bones, I have to go meet Cavill's wife," Booth said.

Temps stared at Clark, who had flirted with a pool of spring water. Clark shrank his neck and looked away guiltily—he obviously didn't do anything bad, so he can't even praise others now?

How has his innocent reputation been slandered! ? ?

Booth pressed his partner's shoulders, watching the tall and big Clark shrunk down on the chair, Booth said: "Let's go, Bones!" Tempus glared at Clark again, and then he was about to leave.

Clark called out, "Wait."

Temples turned his head abruptly, and Dr. B said firmly, "I won't give you Angie's phone number!"

"Me, I also..." I didn't intend to ask for it, Clark was so innocent, he raised his hand weakly, and said, "I just want to say that my cooperation is no longer needed in this case, Smallville Town The police station offered me a daily salary of [-] a day, and if you agree, I'll go home and plant rice seedlings."

"I agree." Tempus said firmly.

Booth couldn't help turning his head away. He saw a little Bambi-like grievance in Clark's blue eyes, and his intuition told him that Clark was not the kind of playboy who lingered in the flowers described by others.

"Also, and," Clark stared at Tempus' glare, and said, "I booked a flight to the Metropolis on the 28th. If your case is solved before that time, remember to agree to treat me to the meal." .”

Booth said "yes" to Clark and said, "Of course, go, Bones, go." Let Clark go.

Clark watched the figures of the pair of partners disappear at the door of the office, and couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, ah!

Who has set his personality upside down?

God testifies that he has only had three girlfriends so far, and now he is really single!

Two days later, under the scorching summer sun, Clark sat in the driver's seat without sweating at all. Dark gray smoke billowed from the chimney of the rice transplanter. The horsepower driven by the burning diesel made the rice transplanter run smoothly. In the paddy field, the metal cylindrical support carries the green seedlings of paddy straight into the field.

And just when the last handful of seedlings were inserted into the field, Clark's cell phone rang in his trouser pocket. Clark held the reverse disc in one hand and answered the call with the other. There was Booth's voice: "Hey, Clark , the case is solved, are you free tonight, I treat you to dinner!"

"Of course." Clark replied, "Is the case solved so quickly? Of course, I will definitely go."

……

Clark walked through the restaurant in the small town. He tried his best to ignore the extremely explicit eyes of the waitress Emily. This was his female classmate in the same grade in high school. Emily led Clark to the table of Bray and Booth. Millie nudged Clark as she turned and said, "You're still as boring as ever, Kent."

Clark shrugged. He watched Emily turn his head away without hesitation. Another male waiter he didn't know took over his job. As soon as he lowered his head, he met Booth's playful eyes. Clark showed helplessness: "Don't ask."

Tempus rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't say it."

Clark sat down beside Temples and asked, "The case is solved?"

"It's just," Booth sighed, and replied, "It's not love." The FBI agent forked the French fries on the plate and put them into his mouth, saying, "Jesus, this tastes really good," Booth stuffed his mouth full of potatoes. "In fact, when we arrived at the residence of Cavill and his wife, we caught the real culprit."

"Let me guess," Clarke said, "Cavill's wife is the murderer."

Booth chewed on French fries and said, "That's right, we entered Cavill's house, Bones waved her magic wand in her kitchen, bang, the real culprit was caught."

"Magic wand?" Clark understood in an instant: "You mean the biological tester?" Clark looked at Tempus and nodded helplessly.

The discovery of biological samples looks like a flashlight. The instrument is divided into ultraviolet light, blue light and white light. This instrument can be used to find biological samples such as blood stains, blood fingerprints, urine spots, and saliva spots.

"Bones were found on the edge of the chopping board and on the floor in the kitchen. I arrested Mrs. Carville on the spot. This case is not in the process of investigation. We confirmed the scene of the crime and the murderer. We only had to contact the two. Together," Booth swallowed the French fries in his mouth, and said, "When we found Mrs. Carville's murder hammer in the irrigation well, and the clear blood fingerprints on the hammer, the case was solved. "

Temples went on to say: "It's the same as our previous simulation, except that we didn't know that the victim had just finished taking drugs before the dispute with Mrs. Carville. He was high and was pushed by an angry Mrs. Carville. She slipped and fell on the corner of the desk, and then Mrs. Carville, who had suffered domestic violence for a long time, was afraid that the victim would commit domestic violence to her after she woke up, so she simply smashed Carville to death with a hammer."

Clark's blue eyes looked intently at Temples, and he always listened with great attention, giving a sense of being valued, Temples continued, with a little cute showing off, saying: " But, you all guessed wrong, it’s not love killing!”

"Oh," Clark was taken aback, then laughed, "So it was her brother who helped her throw the body?"

"That's right," Temples said, elbowing Clark's arm, "that's why I never guess."

"Okay, you win ma'am," Clarke said with a smile, not at all angry, but instead said, "That's why I say every time I guess that I'm not responsible for my guesses."

"But, Clark," Temples paused slightly, and said, "You never told me, you," Temples lowered his voice, and said, "You were involved in the Cavill case back then."

Clark lowered his eyes, the relaxed smile on his face disappeared, and he asked, "Have you read the information I gave Booth?"

"Yeah." Tempus nodded.

Clark let out a breath slowly, and said: "Then you know, I have been following this case from the beginning with no clues to the arrest of all the Cavill family at the end," Clark said, and he said: "I even used no one to The machine monitored the entire process of the Kansas State Mounted Police and the FBI's cooperative roundup."

At that time, at the exact time, through the small standard silent drone released by Bruce, Clark saw the scene of hell-like depravity in that luxurious mansion.

Clark said literally, "That to me," to Bruce, he said, "was a very strong memory, you know, in the basement of the Cavill house, a group of men and women holding ice in their hands like that. Jug, holding a syringe, accompanied by roaring rock, obsessively and depravedly enjoying the ecstasy that drugs bring them.”

"A girl," Clark pinched the center of his brows, and he said, "Just before the joint team started the arrest operation, a shot of ice/poison was thrown into his arm. Amidst the blaring music and the roar of the crowd, she Struggling to catch your breath, and finally died from an overdose when the door was smashed open."

"I died right in front of my eyes." Clark hooked the corners of his lips, revealing a bit of sarcasm that didn't fit his usual temperament, and he said, "And I can only watch, I can't intervene, I can't participate, I can't even expose My identity, I watched her struggle and die."

Temples put her hand on the back of Clark's hand, and she didn't know how to word it.Booth raised his hand and pressed the cross on his chest.

"I know she brought it all on herself, she made it up to herself," Clarke said. "No one made her do drugs, no one made her put that shot in her arm, no one made her do it. Die, but, she died, I watched her die through the screen, when she died, her companions were all high, no one even noticed her."

"I knew I was smart when I was very young, you know, Temple, I lived in Gotham for a long time when I was a child, I saw a lot, heard a lot, and knew a lot," Clark closed his eyes slightly, Said: "But when this girl whose name I still don't know dies, I don't know what to do."

"Now you know," Clark said, raising his hand and rubbing Tempus's head like a brother lovingly doting on his sister, "That's not a good memory for me. "

Even when he thinks back now, he can remember the girl's exhausted but feeble breathing that was accurately captured by his super hearing, and he can clearly remember the girl's heartbeat that is getting slower and weaker and weaker Voice.

To make matters worse, neither Temples nor Booth knew that Clark could save her, and Bruce held his wrist. On the one hand, it was because Clark was still thinking about a plan to save her, and on the other hand, he wanted to hide his identity. Get rid of some unnecessary trouble reasons, just hesitated for about 30 seconds, the little girl died.

Don't know which is worse.

"Is this why you chose the profession of forensic medicine?" Buston paused, trying to change the subject, and said, "Participate in the investigation of the case?"

The atmosphere was a bit heavy, Clark swung the spirits in the glass, drank it down, poured the ice cubes into his mouth, his tongue puffed up against the ice cubes - there was an almost pure cuteness.

Then he smiled and said, "Like I said, Booth, I have two Ph. Book, admission letter from MIT School of Biotechnology."

Clark bit the ice in his mouth and said, "Although what you said is correct, it's just that the timing was wrong. From then on, I started to think about what kind of career can make me..." Clark thought. Think, choose a word: "Cut off the spread of evil."

"Oh!" Booth didn't know what to say, he could only utter a tone of emotion.

Clark raised his eyebrows, and there was a kind of complexity in his eyes that Booth couldn't understand. He said, "But the person who prompted me to choose the profession of forensic medicine is a devil."

"Demons?" Booth was a devout Christian, but at this moment he didn't think that the demons Clark spoke of meant literally.

"Yes, Devil," Clark said, "If you have the opportunity to go to Los Angeles, Morning Star Bar, the owner of this bar is called Lucifer Morning Star."

"Are you serious?" Booth asked in disbelief, and Clark nodded—of course he was serious, although he didn't believe it at all before the retired hell lord frightened him. Follow up: "Is there really someone with this name?"

Clark shrugged, and just as he was about to continue talking, his phone rang.

The caller displayed on the phone screen was Alfred Pennyworth.

It took Clark almost half a second to connect to the phone - even at the moment of connecting the phone, Clark took a deep breath.