The path of genius evolution

Reid looked up at her, and put a hand on his shoulder just as he was about to refuse.

"Bet her, Reid."

Reid glanced back at Scott in confusion, not understanding why he made such a decision.Out of trust in Scott, he nodded.

The four of them were taken to a private room, and the red-haired woman looked straight at Reid, "You don't look like a veteran, why are you betting with me? You could have refused."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Scott, who just smiled.

Reid looked at a large pile of chips in front of him, and said calmly, "These are not mine, even if I lose, it's okay."

"I'm the supervisor here, you can call me Eve."

"Uh..." Reid struggled with how to introduce himself.

Seeing his embarrassment, Eve smiled and pinched his cigarette: "Let's start then, guest. How about starting with Texas Hold'em and changing every round?"

"No problem." Reid, who grew up in the city, replied.

Gambling does require luck, but when a person can remember the order of all the cards and have a general impression of each other's cards, and he can use a complex formula to throw the cards in just a few seconds The odds ratio of cards and raises is calculated, and more importantly, he doesn't care about money. The nature of this gambling is more like a game between humans and computers.

Not to mention that Reid's brain is sometimes faster than a computer.

As a profiling expert, he knows eve.

But Eve basically knew nothing about him.

Therefore, the experienced eve came to Reid and did not get much benefit.

"Do you plan to change careers?" Eve looked at Reid with burning eyes.

"How do you know that's not my job?" Reid was a little surprised. After a few rounds, the chips on his table had increased slightly.

Eve's eyes fell on his hands: "Gamblers' hands don't look like this."

"I'm sorry, I'm... very satisfied with my current job." Reid hesitated because he remembered those not-so-good things.To say that I am satisfied is actually a bit of an exaggeration.

Of course, Eve also saw this, she didn't force it, but left a business card: "If one day you change your mind, you can find me anytime."

Reid picked up the business card: "Thank you."

"Why didn't you invite me to change careers?" Cheeks was a little unconvinced.

"...What are you doing here?!" Brady was the first to complain.

Cheeks lay on the table, looking pitifully at the gambling equipment on the table: "I can stand at the door to attract customers."

The people present felt that they were hallucinating. The big star wants to come to a small casino as a welcome guest?How far must the brain be drawn? This is... Eve stood up: "Everyone, please go easy, I am treating guests today."

After her back disappeared into the private room, Scott walked up to Reid: "Give me your hand."

All three looked at him blankly.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Reid couldn't believe his ears.When Eve wasn't looking, he put his hand under the table.I thought no one would know about his little trick, but Scott noticed.

"Give me your hand, Reid," Scott repeated.

Both cheeks and brady fell silent because of the rare seriousness of the young detective's tone. Although they didn't know Scott well, their instincts were keen.

Reid didn't move, and Scott lifted his hand from under the table himself.Those hands were well-articulated and stiff as if they were dead. Scott gently spread his fingers apart, the palms were marked by short nails.

"I'm sorry, Reid." There was unspeakable sadness in Scott's tone.

Reid was a little flustered, he wanted to withdraw his hand: "It's not your fault, Scott. I was too nervous, I didn't want to hurt myself, and it's nothing, don't be nervous."

"I shouldn't force you." Scott naturally knew Reid's resistance, he bent down, and gently kissed Reid's palm, "There won't be a next time."

Cheeks and Brady hugged each other and watched the interaction of the two "straight men" enviously.

"Brady, I suddenly feel that they are very loving." Cheeks sighed contentedly, as if he was the one who was complete.

"Oh baby, don't talk about it, I'm about to start to envy and hate, why can they always show their affection so clearly without making people feel obtrusive?" Brady pressed her husband's head into her arms, but her eyes were closed. Leave the small theater in front of you.

"..." Scott let go of Reid's hand nonchalantly.

"..." Reid looked at the ceiling and pretended not to hear anything.

The police station did not find the first threatening letter, but fortunately, a new police officer scanned this document while doing research a few days ago.

While researching, man and others also found that the letter had not been stolen before, and it was indeed the executioner who stole the letter after Bau intervened in the case.

At the same time, Quantico sent news that the instigator of the shooting this morning was a former member of the Dodgers. After Brady joined as a star pitcher, the team had no place for him.After being down and out for several years, he accidentally learned that the executioner was going to kill Brady and his wife, and planned to fish in troubled waters to relieve his hatred.

He will be charged with attempted murder.

However, the research was once again in trouble, and there was still no news about the executioner, and no one knew where he would start.

Cheeks and Brady are still dishonest, they don't want to stay in a place like the police station.However, the research on the threat letter will not be able to reach a conclusion for a while. Scott proposed to book a hotel nearby, and Kelly and his wife agreed.

They only needed two rooms, but Scott booked the room next door, across the street, upstairs, and downstairs.

"We can't ask for so much, can we?" In the elevator, Helay asked everyone's aspirations.

Scott turned the key leisurely: "Which two will you choose?"

Two hours ago, inside the casino.

"Hey Adam, you will never guess who I met today!" Eve sat in front of the LCD screen, holding a glass of red wine and changing into a long red dress, she looked like a seraphim.

"Don't be a fool, Eve." Adam said impatiently, he turned to Miller and pulled his hair with his hand: "Miller, don't go to sleep either!"

Eve took a sip of red wine: "I met my little genius, remember? It's that little detective who works in the FBI with an IQ of 180 and a degree of seven and you can't even read well. God, he's getting more and more charming."

"What's none of my business?" Adam was in a bad mood, because Miller had been ignoring him, even if he was woken up roughly now, he just covered his mouth and yawned and sat up, the dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible.

Eve raised her foot, and her red high heels poked at the camera: "With him is Scott, the little villain. Guess where I saw them?"

"Where else but your love hotel?" Adam said dismissively, and at the same time turned his gaze to Miller, who was still sleepy and didn't respond to the name Scott at all.

Eve shook her feet angrily: "No! It's a casino! I've already handed over this hotel to someone else, okay?"

Adam is not interested in these at all: "I don't care what interest you have in that genius, as long as you don't expose the organization. When our business in the United States is over, you can catch him and play with him any way you want, j□j will succeed A slave will serve you all your life—don’t be mean, you know, eve?”

"Understood." Eve said dissatisfiedly. She put her foot down, as if remembering something: "By the way, Adam, I saw Kelly and his wife today. Isn't the executioner still with you? Why didn't he do anything?"

"...Damn it! eve you just said where you saw them?! We don't know where these two sons of a bitch went, not at home or fbi, even good friends are missing! "Adam immediately raised his spirits.

After getting what Adam wanted, Eve immediately sat up straight with a refreshed mind: "Okay, I want specific information and lend me your little miller to play for two days."

Adam nodded: "Okay."

"You still have to restrict him from hurting me!" Eve is not stupid, when she first met Miller, she valued him very much.The result of the molestation was that a bullet flew past her head, and Adam patted him on the shoulder and said it was a good job.

Adam on the other side of the screen spread his hands: "This can't be done, Eve, you know he won't listen to me."

"...Well, let's say you owe me a favor." Eve put his fingers on the keyboard and typed an address, "This is where these little mice live, don't do anything to my little genius, you know ?”

"Do you really believe that the physical limits of intelligent people are different from those of ordinary people?" Adam glanced at the address and couldn't help asking.

Eve shrugged: "Of course, you can see that I survived in that environment, but no one else did."

"Don't you really think that's because you're stupid?" Adam asked sympathetically.

"Fuck off! When I prove my idea with Reid, you won't think so." Eve said and cut off the communication.

Adam looked at the blacked out screen indifferently: "She is really crazy."

"So do we." Miller's voice sounded without emotion.

"So, crazy Mr. Miller, what do you think the executioner's chances are?" Adam looked at him.

"..." Miller looked at him like a fool, "Why do you think that he still has a chance to succeed? Has your IQ been eaten by Eve?"

Adam's face darkened in an instant: "Then you mean to let me send the executioner to death?"

Miller's expression was even colder: "What good is that kind of scum alive? A guy who does more than succeed at failure."

"That's right." Adam smiled and nodded, "Then I'll arrange an interesting death stage for him, a way of death that suits his style."

Miller looked at his handsome profile, and suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

This man is really terrible.

When facing himself, he is smart but can stalk.But when facing eve, he acted like a stupid ruffian.He seems to be able to put on a different mask depending on who he's facing, and he's always on the right side.

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