[TV] She forgot again

Jennifer Jeange, also known as JJ, convened a press conference for reporters at the suggestion of another panelist, Jason Gideon.

Then a group of people took the bomb fragments to the relevant departments for research.

"Why would the murderer contact us like this?" Nicole followed Sherlock and the BAU team step by step.

Until now, she still didn't remember where they wore them.

In fact, Nicole is not that interested in this kind of film and television works that solve crimes and detectives, so when watching a TV series or movie for 10 minutes or an hour or two, she can't remember what was said before, and what she found clue.

Knowing Sherlock Holmes is thanks to Vivienne.

On the contrary, Nicole prefers the kind of exciting, thrilling, adrenaline-increasing movies and TV series.

But now, even Nicole herself can't imagine that one day she will happily follow a man who speaks English as his native language to solve crimes everywhere!

"It's to put pressure on the murderer. After seeing the press conference, he will think that his news has not been spread. Then he will most likely call." Reed and Sherlock walked side by side, hearing Nicole's question Slowed down, half a step behind Sherlock.

"Spreading the news?" Nicole actually asked Sherlock, but it's also good to have such a big boy who looks easy to bully to answer for her.

"Yes, not long ago, most TV stations across the country received the same threatening phone call. The content is exactly the same, but the words are slightly different." Reid looked at Nicole's misty light-colored eyes, flickering with curiosity Shine, thought: I'm glad the other party wasn't intimidated by his babbling.

"This means that the content of the phone call is not a recording, nor is it read according to the written sentence." Sherlock followed Rhett's words to express his own analysis, and his pace also slowed down, walking in a row with Nicole.

"The murderer is showing his confidence. This guy is obviously trying to attract attention!" Morgan turned his head and saw the three walking side by side. It felt a bit strange, but there was no sense of disobedience.

In fact, in just a few short conversations, the BAU team made corresponding profiles for Nicole and Sherlock.

Well, although they know this is wrong, but with professional habits and the strong aura of this British man, whose IQ is comparable to their genius little doctor, they can't help themselves to profile~

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked your names yet." Sherlock, Nicole, and Rhett got into the car, and Morgan sat in the driver's seat and asked them.

"Nicole Stewart."

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Nice to meet you, and thank you for your help...wait..." Morgan got stuck in the middle of his words, his eyes widened and he turned to look at Sherlock who was sitting upright.

"What did you say was your name?" Morgan couldn't believe his ears.

"Sherlock Holmes, his name is Sherlock Holmes. It has the same name and surname as the only British consulting detective written by Conan Doyle." Reid was a little surprised, but he was delighted that Sherlock's name was the same as that written by his favorite author. The characters are the same.

Then Rhett couldn't help talking: "My favorite writer is Conan Doyle. He wrote Sherlock Holmes that I always wanted to be when I was a child. He discovered details and deduced countless information through basic deduction. Excellent in Chemistry, Mathematics, Science…”

Morgan gave Reed a helpless look, and then started the car.Rhett, who was talking endlessly, finally came to his senses, looked at Sherlock embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, sometimes I can't stop talking."

Rhett's words imperceptibly poked Sherlock's invisible painful foot again.Sherlock said that no matter how much Rhett admired and praised him, he would not make him look good on Rhett. In addition, this brown-haired and thin guy attracted Nicole's attention as soon as he appeared!

Nicole did not expect to meet a Sherlock Holmes fan in the world she traveled through.Turning to look at Sherlock, the tender pink mouth opened and closed silently: Maybe you can give him an autograph.

Nicole's dreamy eyes were full of banter.How could Nicole, who knew Sherlock well, not know that Mr. Detective is not in a good mood now.

Sherlock glanced at Morgan, who was concentrating on driving, and Rhett, who was not paying attention to them, pulled the little girl sitting beside him and bit on each other's lips.

Nicole was attacked by Sherlock inexplicably. With a "hiss", pushing away the big detective who lost his temper inexplicably, Nicole touched her bitten lip, then puffed up her bun face and stared at Sherlock viciously.

Seeing Nicole frowning but not daring to say anything, Sherlock patted her furry little head contentedly.

He wouldn't admit that this was punishment for Nicole's focus on other men.

Sherlock Holmes, who originally disdained to talk about love, held hands and kissed, suddenly discovered that sometimes small actions between partners can express rich connotations and information.

Soon several people arrived at the relevant departments, and also saw the reassembled bomb completed by the bomb squad Casey.

"In addition to a small amount of gunpowder, the killer also used dried peas." Casey explained the bomb squad's findings.

"Dried peas... made into grenades. The bullets didn't cause much damage. What's his purpose?" Sherlock's mind was working quickly, and it sounded like he was communicating with other people, but Nicole knew that it was just It's just a few words of Mr. Detective's soliloquy.

"There is also a picture in the center of the nozzle." Sherlock took the reassembled bomb without hesitation, and pointed out the stick figure on it.

"Is it a... block pierced by an arrow?" Nicole looked closer, frowning, expressing that the picture was too ugly.

"It's a robot, a robot pierced by an arrow," Rhett corrected.

"Anti-robots? Or anti-technologists," Morgan suggested.

Then he picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Hey babygirl, are you ready to do magic tricks?"

"Give me a challenge, my handsome behavior analyst." On the other end of the phone was a woman's voice, cheerful and clear, with infectious power.

"Domestic terrorist activities in the Tennessee area, especially anti-technology." Morgan smiled and told Garcia's request on the phone, showing a mouthful of white and straight teeth.

"Okay, crazy naysayers... got it! A month ago, in tacoma, washington, there was a young man with makeup in a science lab smashing a computer like crazy and screaming 'we'll be soon will become slaves, and these robots will become our masters'. Ha, this really scares me, I am surrounded by computers." Garcia's cheerful tone suddenly changed, and he whispered the last sentence.

"Please, what are you worried about? You still have me to protect you." Morgan said touching words without any pressure, which made Garcia on the other end of the phone chuckle.

"Oh~ I can wait for you to come back and protect me, Chocolate Knight. I'll send you the video right now." After finishing speaking, I heard Garcia's typing.

Nicole couldn't help raising her eyebrows when she heard Morgan and Garcia on the phone. Although the two spoke in an intimate tone and their words sounded like love, they were definitely not lovers.

Sherlock has also noticed this. Of course, he doesn't have the emotional intelligence to make judgments, relying entirely on reasoning and analysis.

Soon Garcia sent a video, and Nicole and Sherlock also saw the lively lady on the other end of the phone—Garcia had long golden hair, and the hair accessories dotted between the hair let people know their owners at a glance The heart of a girl is full, but her chubby figure is not ugly, even if she is sitting in front of a bunch of computers, she is well-groomed.

On the computer, everyone in the BAU team who watched the video was making a video call with Garcia.

"I found an article in the school newspaper of Saint Denis University. Last spring, an Internet cafe near the school was attacked. Someone made a hard disk bomb and blew up four computers without casualties." Garcia pointed Move flexibly on the keyboard to call up relevant information.

"He left a note. The note has the same or a more detailed icon drawn on the steel pipe and the bomb." Sherlock closed the mobile phone he didn't know where he got it with a "snap", and said What Garcia wanted to say.

"Oh, is someone trying to challenge me?" Garcia looked up and saw Nicole and Sherlock through the camera.

"Hey! When did we have a sweetheart and a handsome British guy in our group?" When Garcia saw the looks of the two, he temporarily put aside the fact that Sherlock searched for information faster than her. the back of the head.

"They assisted us in this case." Hodge simply explained why Nicole and Sherlock were here.

"Wow, that's really good news. You know, I need good-looking men and women to brighten my eyes after spending all day with the computer!" Garcia twisted his body, his eyes sparkling.

"Isn't it enough for you to look at me every day? And our babykid!" Morgan yelled dissatisfied when he heard Garcia's words, but his face was full of teasing.

"Ahem... how about let's get back to business?" Gideon tapped his fingers on the desktop a few times, looked at the magnified pattern on the computer, and took out the photo taken during the last explosion in his file bag.

"This picture looks familiar." Nicole muttered softly, her big light blue-green eyes were hazy, and she looked extremely beautiful.

Only Sherlock knew that Nicole had forgotten that she had seen the same pattern on the bomb more than ten minutes ago.

Looking at the photos in the file bag and the pictures on the computer, Hodge frowned and said: "It seems that he is a person who rejects high technology and thinks that the development of technology will bring about destruction. He only commits crimes in this area, and He only caused property damage, it was not his intention to hurt people."

"Smyrna, Tennessee, used to have a very famous high-tech production plant." Reid pushed his glasses and provided his erudition in a timely manner.After finishing speaking, he was sure that he was average and nodded his head.

"Creating fear is his biggest motivation, and he must have other goals, but it's not clear." Gideon listened to everyone's point of view, turned to JJ and said, "I think we can release the profile. "

During this period, Sherlock did not speak.His method of solving crimes is not the same as that of BAU.But you can get a lot of useful information from them.

Well, I have to admit, the police in America are a little bit smarter than the goldfish at Scotland Yard.

Soon, BAU released the profile, followed by a phone call from the impatient murderer.

While BAU is busy with his own affairs, Sherlock and Nicole are also digging for the truth through another clue.

"Give me the position of the passenger in the car when the first explosion occurred." Sherlock reached out and said to a police officer in the office, his tone was natural, aloof and cold.

Glancing at the unresponsive police officer, Sherlock rolled his eyes indecently. He wasn't about to speak venomously to most of the police officers in the United States who were like goldfish eggs.

"Hodge asked us to get the passenger seat map, he said it was urgent." Nicole stepped in front of Sherlock with a cross-body step, but due to the height difference, Sherlock could see the top of Nicole's head when he lowered his head. You can still smell the sweet fragrance emanating from the girl's hair.

All the time, the silent temptation.

However, Nicole was not aware of all the thoughts of Sherlock standing behind her, and she was concentrating on helping Mr. Detective get what he wanted.

Bending slightly, maintaining a polite and elegant arc, Nicole focused her eyes on the police officer in front of her, "Please, this is very important."

She looked at that stupid goldfish like looking at a long-lost lover.

Sherlock pursed his lips unhappily, then raised his hand, grabbed Nicole by the back collar, and lifted the frail little girl behind him.

Nicole inexplicably felt the movement of her body, and the feeling of the pendant made Nicole put her hands on her chest unconsciously.Then obediently let Sherlock move.

When Rhett turned around, he saw this scene: that angel-like, clear and moving girl was picked up and taken back to her master like a disobedient and selfish little paparazzi who ran away from home.Anyone who is swept by her innocent eyes will be soft-hearted and in a mess.

Inexplicably, Rhett felt a little hot on his cheeks.

Sherlock quickly pulled out the one he needed from a pile of documents on the table, and then walked to the reminder board with Nicole in his arms.

"Sherlock..." Nicole softly called Sherlock's name, hoping that the other party would put her down.

There was no response, and he quickly wrote and drew on the prompt board.

"Sherlock~Sherlock~" Stretched out his claws and gently pulled Sherlock's clothes, and continued to call his name softly in his mouth.

She knew that Sherlock would definitely talk to her.

Calling him by his name is like an obsession of Sherlock, and it is also like a universal solution for Nicole to coax Sherlock.

Although Nicole doesn't know that she is arrogant again because of Mr. Detective ╮(￣⊿￣)╭

Sure enough, in the next second, Sherlock put down Nicole and looked at her with wise and bright eyes.

Ow!Every time I was looked at like this, it was like getting those two priceless gray gemstones that are unique in the world.

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Yay~ Ben Gu is traveling abroad now! But——still obediently and seriously typing!