The path of genius evolution

"Of course, dear John." The corners of Sherlock's lips curved. "He's just that annoying."

His half-smile expression drained the last of mycroft's patience: "Sherlock, you told me that this organization had been defeated, and their leader is still in prison! We didn't conduct a follow-up investigation because of your judgment." , but now they popped up again, don't you think you should be responsible for it?"

Sherlock looked at his brother with pity: "This is a terrorist organization, not a pro-guard established for a star. Even if all the strongholds are destroyed and the main members including the leader are arrested, as long as there are remnants at large There will definitely be a resurgence outside. Isn’t this common sense? I didn’t say that they will never come out again.”

Hearing this, Watson finally understood roughly what they were arguing about. He walked over to turn on the light, and fell down on the sofa.

Mycroft looked at him: "What are you doing here?"

"This is my home." Watson, who was inexplicably implicated by anger, froze for a while, and then said without changing his face.

Mycroft, who was stunned by Sherlock's anger, now remembered that it was indeed the case.

Sherlock knew it well with a smile in his eyes, even Watson could make Mycroft feel deflated, this feeling is really good: "And didn't you send that idiot Scott to America as bait? He can't give you Any useful advice?"

"Scott is in the open, those bastards are in the dark, and the investigation is progressing very slowly." Mycroft's voice could not hide the fatigue.

Watson sat up suddenly: "Scott is going to be bait? What are you bastards planning?"

Sherlock and Mycroft looked at each other and said that they had slipped the tongue, they forgot that the drowsy and unable to fall asleep doctor was still there.

For the two brothers who kept silent, Watson's face darkened instantly.

It seems that 221b is about to usher in another long night.

After dinner, Scott and Reid bought two cups of hot drinks on the side of the road, and then each of them walked home with a cup of hot drinks.

"Scott, you know what? Never before have so many people stared at me while I'm eating dinner." Reid laughed.

Scott feigned surprise: "Don't you think you look good?"

"Now I know." Reid responded with a rare humor.

It has nothing to do with knowledge of age, status, status, etc. It is not necessary to get along well with others. Reid thought he understood what Scott was trying to do.

It is true that I got a lot of surprised eyes when I first entered the restaurant, but as long as I ignore those, everything is just an ordinary dinner.And when Scott played a melodious violin, the restaurant immediately burst into applause.Although they were strangers and had never communicated with each other, they were still willing to applaud his outstanding performance.

They are different people, and it is impossible to fully understand them.

But does it matter if you can't understand?

Reid felt that something heavy in his heart dissipated like smoke, and Scott was like a flame burning those heavy things, making his heart warm all over.

Later Reid recalled the events of the day and felt that the hot drink in his hand made a greater contribution to the feeling of being warm in the heart.But now, looking at Scott's side face with a pure smile, he couldn't stop the smile on his face.

"Seriously, Scott, you have been involved in some inexplicable things since you came to the United States. Don't you have any obstacles when you face these alone?" Reid talked about the question that he has always been curious about. In his opinion, Scott never seemed to have a hard time.

No matter what the situation is, he is so calm and gentle.

With his chin resting on the hot lid of his drink, Scott thought for a while, then glanced at Reid next to him: "It took me a lot of work to find a house, and it was also difficult for me to think about what job to do. Of course, those involved in those cases Sometimes I feel a little bit sad because people keep getting killed around me and I can't save them."

Reid listened quietly, realizing that this was the first time Scott was talking about himself.The relationship between the two is very good, but Scott is taking care of him most of the time, and Reid once felt that Scott was guiding him as if he was guided by fate.

Of course, such a thought was only fleeting. Reid's smile was tinged with warmth, and he was really grateful to Scott.It was Scott who pulled him back a few times when he fell into misunderstandings.

"However, it's really great that the incident was resolved smoothly in the end." Scott said here he was relieved, and he looked at Reid beside him: "Although I will encounter various problems, I think , Just trust your own feelings and solve them. Because I don’t have a complicated brain like the genius doctor speReid, so I don’t have as many troubles as you. This is the so-called trouble of a genius..."

"The troubles of a genius." Reid murmured and repeated, and then smiled: "Then what are the troubles of a mortal?"

Scott couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You can't beat a master when you're just learning chess, you can't calculate what cards other people are holding without error, you can't win every game when you play a gambling machine, and There are a lot of things like this." Then he looked at Reid solemnly: "And these things, you don't need to ask others, otherwise I think everyone should hang you at the gate of the fbi office building and let you experience the life of a mortal for yourself. Jealousy and anger."

Reid was amused by him again.

The two talked and laughed all the way home, and when they parted, Reid looked at Scott: "If you don't go to bed early, would you mind watching a movie with me?"

Scott raised his eyebrows: "What movie?"

"A suspense movie, recommended by Garcia. She said that if she doesn't watch it, she will never be able to guess who the murderer is. I think it's impossible. Let's discuss..." Ried stopped talking, "Anyway, do you want to come and watch it? "

"Okay, but let me take a shower first." Scott smiled. "I don't want to be sitting on your baxter couch watching a movie with a message about high-end steak mixed with roadside drinks."

Reid blinked: "Should I say that sofa is a counterfeit at this time?"

"Hey, don't be like that Reid, I don't want to admit I was wrong." Scott gestured please.

Reid nodded slightly: "It's actually the real thing."

Scott gave him another smile: "See you later."

Everyone in bau has noticed that their little genius is in a good mood recently, and even Garcia, who is not an expert in profiling, can feel the change in Reid.

If Reid used to be a quiet encyclopedia with occasional tempers, now he is an encyclopedia whose pages are warm and glowing in the sun.

"Reid, are you in love?" Garcia asked suspiciously while holding her fancy water glass.

"Actually not." Reid glanced at her, a little surprised why she would ask such a question, but he immediately said: "By the way, I watched the movie yesterday. I guessed the murderer correctly, and his tricks were also seen through." .”

"How is it possible? How did you notice those strange details." Garcia wanted to open their little genius's head to see how his brain structure was different from theirs.

Reid said frankly: "I didn't see through it, it was Scott."

"That handsome bastard." Once Garcia got angry, it was obviously not easy to dispel it.But she immediately realized what Reid's words meant just now: "You guys watched a movie together?!"

Reid looked away, he smiled, and looked at Garcia: "Yeah, we met at the bookstore, and then we went to dinner together, and he played a wonderful violin, and then we went home together, and we read Movie."

"Oh my god, are you in love with Scott?!" Garcia yelled uncontrollably and everyone in bau looked over.

Everyone focused on Reid with great interest: "No, we are just neighbors."

"But you dated at the bookstore, and then had a candlelight dinner together. He played the violin for you, and finally you went back to your house together." Garcia stared closely at Reid, then stood up and touched Reid's cheek: "Your boyfriend's so romantic, how come no one asks me? Date, candlelight dinner, play the violin myself, and then go home. Is that little bastard Scott from France?"

Everyone in bau laughed at Garcia's change of attitude, but Reid couldn't think about the meaning behind the laughter. He argued: "It wasn't a date, we just met by chance. There was no candlelight dinner, and neither was the violin. Pulled it for me alone."

Garcia's expression of "I understand, you don't need to say any more" made Reid very depressed.

But it was still a good working day. After Reid went back, he had a dinner cooked by himself at the neighbor's Mr., and then the two had a pleasant exchange for a while, and he went back to his room.

Everything was fine, except for the phone call I received at nearly two o'clock in the morning.

Reid looked at the phone that was always on and knew that there was work and it was quite urgent.He rubbed his eyes, which were barely open, then got dressed and went to the bathroom to wash up.He kept his eyes closed while brushing his teeth, but he woke up after washing his face with cold water.

The car that picks him up is downstairs.Thinking that there are others who worked harder than him, the melancholy in Reid's heart quickly disappeared.

Reid tried to keep his voice quiet as he locked the door, he didn't want to disturb others.

But the door of the next room was still open, and Scott managed to stay awake: "Reid, are you going out?"

He didn't ask if it was work.

Reid whispered, "Sorry, I woke you up."

"You didn't wake me up, I haven't slept yet." Scott said with a smile, he walked over and touched Reid's head: "Come on, be careful."

Reid looked at him and nodded, "Good night, Scott."

Scott waved to him, "Bye."

Watching Reid go downstairs, Scott stretched when he returned to his room.

He sat back in front of the computer, and Dr. Watson's worried face was on the monitor.