The path of genius evolution

The two did not fly when they returned to Quantico.

Had Reid's first instinct been to take a road trip when Scott suggested some other way to get back?

Scott's expression was a bit complicated: "Don't you ask why?"

Reid froze for a moment, nodded, and then looked at Scott: "Why?"

He looks like he hasn't thought about it at all, but it's okay to ask if Scott wants him to. Scott's expression was no longer complicated, but his mood began to be complicated.

"I haven't been on an American train yet," Scott replied.

"Actually, I think," said Reid blindly, "that there shouldn't be much difference between American trains and British trains."

"But there should be a big difference between the scenery in the United States and the scenery in the UK." Scott continued without changing his expression.

Reid thought for a while before he said calmly: "Scott, next time you can say what you want to say directly. I feel very distressed by you being so devious. You know I'm not good at this."

"I just thought it was a little surprising that you, as an FBI agent, walked away with me so casually." Scott spread his hands, of course, he was very touched by Reid's unreasonable trust.

When he said this, Reid also felt that he was really too unsuspecting.On the one hand, he began to reflect on his behavior, but on the other hand, in his heart, he knew that only when the other party was Scott would he follow him without asking why and where.

But he was subconsciously denying the second aspect.

Reid puffed up his mouth: "That's not okay, otherwise I will use the password to send you messages in the future."

Scott immediately raised his hands in surrender: "I was wrong, I won't do it next time." He didn't put down his hands and rubbed Reid's hair until Reid showed a slight smug smile. He remembered that Reid would not be like this before, but this slight change Make him very happy.

But the so-called "wouldn't be like this before" is just that Reid would not be like this in front of him before. In fact, Reid himself has another characteristic, which is called childlike innocence.The most obvious manifestation is that he will wear weird ghost clothes to bau a few days before Halloween every year. What is even more bizarre is that no one in the entire fbi office thinks he is naive.

Maybe everyone thinks that this is the normal state of this young genius. If one day he is as serious and mature as Hotch, that is the time when the people in the office should be amazed.

Reid was carrying his brown satchel, Scott was carrying his black shoulder bag, the two of them sat down when they found their seats on the train, they looked like college students who were about to go on a trip, and the eyes of several women in the carriage drifted over with scrutiny And appreciate, especially Scott, he received three unseen glances in a row.

But Scott ignored them all, including Reid's amused stare.

"I thought you'd be good at this." Noticing that Scott hadn't spoken, Reid initiated the conversation.

Scott sighed: "If they come forward to talk, I am confident that the conversation will not be awkward, but there is really nothing I can do about it like a monkey watching a zoo."

Reid was amused by his self-deprecating description: "It's probably the first time I've seen such an advanced monkey."

"I'm thankful you didn't mention the mutation." With a sideways glance at Reid, Scott hung the backpack on a hook on the inside wall of the car.

"Because Scott you are very proactive in this regard."

"I don't take the initiative to everyone." Scott replied lightly.

Reid pursed his lips in surprise: "Really? Then what is your criteria for choosing friends?"

Touching his chin and thinking for a while, Scott looked at Reid with a smile: "Before, just like you."

"And now?" Reid asked.

"Now," Scott smiled mysteriously, and then replied: "At least you have to be smart, cute like you, kinder than you, and it would be better if you were honest." Then he sighed: "But maybe I I have never met such a person in my life.”

The corners of Reid's lips twitched: "I'm serious."

"Then why do you think I'm joking?" Scott looked at Reid motionlessly with innocent blue eyes blinking.

"Why did I become the standard?" Reid asked a little depressed.

Scott thought for a long time: "Because you are excellent and a good friend."

The first sentence Reid can barely accept with suspicion, but the latter sentence... Reid doesn't seem to have done anything helpful to Scott since he remembered that he helped break a bowl and did a few stupid things since Scott moved in.How can he be a good friend?

Scott, on the other hand, invites him to have dinner at his home every day. He ate it 32 times, and he has almost become a habit. Only then did Reid realize that he and Scott were not related, but the other party had paid too much in such a neighbor relationship.

Is this the normal neighborhood relationship?

Reid's childhood wasn't exactly miserable, but it wasn't exactly happy either.His interactions with neighbors are negligible.As for going to university, he can spend ten hours a day in the library or laboratory, not to mention the roommate next door, even the roommate doesn't know much about it.

After work, there is nothing to say. The nature of this job makes him even more mysterious. He didn't even know how to call the landlord before, so it can be seen that he has contacts in this building... It doesn't matter if you don't mention it.

This directly affects Reid's judgment on the normal standard of neighborhood relationship. Although the research shows that the normal neighborhood relationship will never be exactly the same as that between him and Scott, things are always special.

Scott is special, he knew that from the beginning, so it's normal for their neighborhood relationship to become like this!

Scott, who didn't know what Reid was thinking at all, didn't hear the answer for a long time. He looked at the other party with some puzzlement, and saw Reid frowning as if he was thinking about some important issue.

To some extent, this question is actually very important.Even if Reid judges that everything Scott has done for him is based on his neighbor's values, Scott is barely considered a vagrant now-he has not received a decent case so far, and the follow-up case is due to the interference of the FBI. Becoming a witness took a lot of time on it and didn't get paid a penny.If this continues, sooner or later Scott will end up on the streets because he has no money to eat or even pay the rent.He looks so good-looking, maybe he will be sold...

How should I put it, with more knowledge about the inconstancy of the world and the various aspects of life, and more neuropathy, people's brain supplementation ability will not only be enhanced, but will also develop in a specific direction.

Just when Reid was thinking about these events with basically zero possibility in his mind, Scott said unhappily: "Reid, I don't know what you are thinking, but the way you look at me makes me very angry."

Sympathetic, pity or pity, even a little helpless.

Reid quickly came back to his senses, he glanced at Scott, and after seeing the calmness and confidence of a strong man in his blue eyes, he suddenly realized that the probability of such a person encountering those things is really too small.It made him feel relieved, and guilty at the same time: Scott must not know what he was thinking.

"Reid, the look in your eyes tells me you're trying to hide something." Scott's face moved closer.

Reid watched his face come closer, so close that he could see Scott's delicate, slightly lighter wheat-colored skin, and his blue eyes, which were particularly deep in the shadows.He clenched his hands tightly, but he felt that the sweat in his palms was constantly coming out, so that he couldn't hold them tightly.

"Tell me, what were you thinking just now." Scott curled the corners of his lips, his voice was so low that people around couldn't hear what he was saying.

The old lady who believed in Christianity sitting next to her was holding the cross on her chest and looked at them jjj: "Oh my God!" She drew the cross on her chest and prayed to God to save the two misguided young people beside her. people, forgive their original sin.

But the few young girls diagonally behind were watching with great interest.

Reid couldn't help but blinked, his eyelashes were very long, casting a faint shadow on his pupils: "It's nothing..."

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Scott moved a little closer, this time Reid couldn't see anything clearly, he could only feel Scott's breath right between his breaths, the distance between the two of them was so close...it couldn't be calculated out.

Accelerated heartbeat, blurred vision, blank brain, all the abilities he was proud of were all zeroed out.

"No." But Reid's tone was calm.

"Then why not tell the truth?" Scott's voice was softer.

Reid replied: "Because I... haven't figured out how to repay it." He wanted to back away, to turn his face away, to regain his composure.

But how could Scott let him do so?

Scott reached out and squeezed Reid's chin so that he could only stay so close to him: "Payback?"

"You've been good to me." The heart raced again, but Reid's straight ball misfired and made a difference.

Letting go of Reid, Scott sat back, smiling as sincerely as ever: "Reid, you don't need to have any burdens. We are friends and live close. If I need your help with anything, I will definitely not hesitate Open your mouth, just like the first day we met."

"Did you really not hesitate?" Reid retorted without thinking.

"..." Scott looked at the little genius whose combat power had doubled in an instant, and wanted to bring him back to Baker Street so that Sherlock could meet him more and more.

If Reid and Sherlock got into an argument, it would have been a great scene.

Seeing that Scott didn't speak, Reid smiled: "It's nothing, Scott. To be honest, I was hesitant to help you, so we evened it out."

"Then will you hesitate next time I need your help?" Scott asked from a different angle.

Reid immediately replied: "As long as I can."

He didn't guarantee that he wouldn't hesitate, but he promised that he would definitely help.

Of course, the premise is that within the scope of ability.

Does this scope of ability include his professional restrictions?

Did Scott laugh without saying a word, he knew that Reid didn't have so much effort to speak so tightly.

Reid just wanted to tell him that whoever can help will help.

"By the way, are you willing to join the fbi? I'll give the supervisor an answer when I get back." Reid thought about this and asked immediately without thinking about anything.