The path of genius evolution

Reid looked at Scott at his door in surprise. He hadn't seen him for 43 days, but he still felt as gentle and reliable as ever.

"Meet you again..." Reid greeted dryly, a little at a loss for Scott's sudden appearance.His eyes also began to wander, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Forty-three days, enough time for Reid to erase all familiarity from a casual partner.

"I was shocked when I heard the landlady said that a young man named speReid lived here. I didn't expect such a coincidence." Scott didn't care so much, but chatted naturally. "You're not going to have me stand at the door, are you? I just moved in, would you mind doing me a favor?"

Reid was grateful that Scott hadn't asked to go in. Home meant a lot to an agent, and Reid didn't want him to go in.Apparently Scott knew this too, so when he offered to let Reid come to his house, Reid was neither surprised nor easy to refuse: "Of course."

"Looks like I've been asking you for help." Scott shot him a look, then smiled and walked to his own room next to Reid's.He just came out, the door was only ajar.

Reid didn't know how to answer, so he just looked into Scott's eyes and forced his lips to answer.After he entered, he realized how recently Scott's "just moved in". The whole room was empty, except for the original furniture.Looks like it has been cleaned, sofa table and other areas are clean.There are several large boxes in the corner of the living room, which should contain Scott's things.

"Reid, I'm going to clean up the room, so can I trouble you to clean up the kitchen? If I don't clean up these two places today, maybe I won't have a place to sleep or cook." Scott looked at him with a smile .

"No problem." Reid nodded.

Scott walked over to lift a box with ease: "There are kitchen utensils in it, it's a bit heavy, be careful."

Reid didn't speak, just reached out to pick it up.Unexpectedly, even if he was mentally prepared, his hand still sank, and he almost fell. Fortunately, Scott quickly helped him: "Pfft, let me carry it to the kitchen."

"I didn't expect it to be that heavy," Reid whispered defensively, wanting to prove that he could move it, too.

Scott nodded, the smile faded from his voice, and his tone was sincere: "Sorry, Reid, I didn't mean to make fun of you. It's because the box is so heavy...I mean, you're cute."

"..." Reid was speechless, what does this have to do with him being cute?

It feels weird to be described as cute by a man. Reid belatedly thought, is it even weirder to describe a man as cute?

After Scott went to his room, Reid looked in the direction of the room to make sure he wasn't coming out.He tried vigorously to lift the box on the marble platform, but he used all his strength to lift it up, but he was forced to let go again after less than ten seconds, and the box returned to the original place half-fallen.

A slightly louder sound was heard by Scott.

"What's wrong, Reid? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I accidentally bumped into something."

Although not good at speaking loudly, Reid answered bravely.He opened the box, which contained a series of kitchen utensils such as a rice cooker. Reid has basically never been in the kitchen, but he often checks the situation in the kitchen when investigating indoor cases, so there is no obstacle to placing these things.

When he finally took out the bowl, Reid froze for a moment.

Scott obviously lives alone, but he bought five bowls and five sets of tableware.

He looked at the empty cupboard and put the bowl in first.Unexpectedly, when putting the tableware in, I accidentally wiped the bowl with my hand, and the five bowls stacked up just fell down like this. Reid scrambled to protect four, and the remaining one fell on the marble table, and then rolled to the ground.

Broken.

Reid hurriedly put the four bowls in the cupboard away, then knelt down to pick up the debris on the ground. He was a little nervous thinking about how to explain to Scott, but he cut his hand by the debris before he could guard against it.

Looking at the bloody fingers, Reid was a little dazed.

"Are you OK?"

A clean white tissue was wrapped around his bleeding finger, and Reid looked up, Scott was bending over and looking at him worriedly.

Reid withdrew the hand held by him: "It's okay, sorry, I accidentally broke a bowl..."

"Never mind." Scott sensed his resistance and grabbed his wrist instead. "Your wound needs to be cleaned. If there are fine debris entering the wound, it will be troublesome."

As he spoke, he pulled Reid to his feet and led him to the faucet. Scott removed the white paper that had sucked the blood first, then turned on the water and put Reid's hand under the water.After rinsing for a few seconds, he gave Reid another piece of clean paper: "You sit on the sofa first, and I'll go find a band-aid."

Reid looked at the not-so-deep gash on his finger, less than five millimeters, then he looked at Scott to say something, but he didn't say anything.

It didn't take long for Scott to come back with a bandage. He carefully helped Reid put it on, and then whispered to himself: "There shouldn't be any scars..."

Reid looked at his serious and nervous expression, and couldn't help but curl his lips: "No, Scott."

"That's good." Scott breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, Reid, I..."

Halfway through his speech, the doorbell rang suddenly. Scott had no choice but to lead Reid to the sofa and press his shoulders to let him sit down: "I'll open the door, you rest for a while."

It was the courier who rang the doorbell.

The ingredients Scott ordered arrived, and after signing for the receipt, Scott came in with the box in his arms: "Stay for dinner, Reid."

"No, I'll just order takeaway." Reid said politely.

"Do you think my cooking is not as delicious as takeaway?" Scott smiled slightly, his eyes fell on his hand: "Just to make up for your hand, don't you want to give me this chance?"

Reid shook his head quickly: "I just... feel like I'm causing you trouble."

"No way." Hearing what he said, Scott found a small knife from the left box in the living room.He cut the tape off the box and put most of the ingredients in the freezer.Then he walked into the kitchen with the rest in his arms, "I'll clean up the debris first, you can watch TV if you're bored. Books are also fine, they're in the box in the living room."

Hearing what Scott said, Reid walked towards the box: "What kind of books do you usually read?"

"It's a mess, look at everything." Scott swept up the debris, found a few old newspapers, wrapped the debris in a bag, and threw them into the trash can. "However, many books have been left in the UK and have not been brought here. I am exhausted when I go back this time."

"Go back?" Reid had already opened a box, and turned to look at Scott when he heard this.

"Yeah, back to England." Scott wiped the sweat from his brow, then opened the box containing the ingredients, "Let's have curry rice today."

Reid almost blurts out "what are you doing in America", but he ends up saying nothing. Scott himself has a lot of mysteries, and Reid trusts him and can't help being wary of him.

Seeing that Reid had already opened the book to read, Scott smiled: "I thought you would ask me what I came to America for."

Looking away in a panic, Reid found that the advantage of communicating with Scott was that he was frank, but at this time his frankness made his suspicion look ridiculous.

"I don't think it's good to inquire about your private life like this."

"Hey, Reid, I'll be ashamed if you say that again." Scott stopped chopping vegetables, "Am I the only one who thinks we're friends?"

Reid looked at him honestly: "Yes."

"What about now?" Scott looked at Reid, his pale blue eyes were clear and pure, and his short blond hair shone under the lamp.

Reid pursed his lips and thought for a while: "We are indeed friends, Scott."

"Do you know?" Scott continued chopping vegetables, "If what you just said is negative, I'll tell the landlady to ask her not to allow your takeaway to go upstairs in the future."

Reid looked up at him curiously: "Why?"

He didn't think Scott would be naive enough to retaliate against him, and Scott wouldn't do it even if he was naive.

"Then I can invite you to my house for dinner every day, so that after a long time you can't say we are just neighbors." Scott said with a faint smile.

Reid also curled the corners of his lips: "Then don't I get a free dinner every day?"

"That's right." Scott quickly chopped the vegetables, and then turned on the induction cooker.

"I regret the answer just now." Reid never took his eyes off the book, but he was able to communicate with Scott smoothly.In fact, he wouldn't communicate with people while reading like this before, but Scott always made him make an exception time and time again.

While watching the fire, Scott began to prepare the main ingredients of the curry: "Now you can come for dinner every day, but we have to take turns to do it after your hands are healed."

Reid immediately said seriously after hearing the words: "You are still at a loss, because you bought the ingredients."

"Arguing about this with your friends?" Scott looked at him and smiled.

Reid shook his head because of this sentence, and he couldn't help but look away at Scott who was busy in the kitchen.

A person cannot be judged by his appearance. After working as a profiler for a long time, he will naturally look at a person from his behavior and habits. Reid naturally did at first, too, and he profiled Scott as well.

He experienced some things when he was a child, but he is gentle and strong, he cares about others, and there should be people who care about him around him.To put it simply, he is a healthy and positive young man with great enthusiasm and love for the future and life.

And Scott's strength is very special, both physically strong and mentally strong.

There is even the toughness of the soul.

Reid likes to do this kind of profile. Seeing that there are people like Scott in this world, he can feel the strength to continue to face those bleak realities.But he also knew it wasn't fair to Scott. Scott regarded him as a friend and was not wary of him, but he observed him like this.

Reid looked down at the paper that felt nice in his hands, thinking about how to explain this to Scott.