The path of genius evolution

Reid couldn't explain until the end of the meal. He looked at Scott who was packing the tableware by himself, and stood up with a flicker in his eyes: "I'm here to help too."

"Hey, no need, your hands still hurt." Scott looked at him with a gentle smile. "Relax, Reid. Are you always this nervous around other people?"

"No, human beings are sometimes weird. Most people will be wary when facing strangers. According to the latest survey report, 70.00% of the three people..." Reid looked at Scott, who was talking to him endlessly He didn't show any dissatisfaction or irritability, on the contrary, he listened very carefully.But Reid felt tongue-tied and looked away. "I mean, you're special, Scott, you can make people put their guard down."

Scott sent the packed tableware to the kitchen: "I'm glad to hear you say that, Reid." His deep and pleasant voice came from the kitchen: "But you obviously don't belong to the category you said, you are in my It always seems preoccupied and even at a loss. Maybe I really shouldn't force you to help."

"It's not like that." Reid said quickly, and he walked quickly to the kitchen door, but didn't go in. Reid stopped at the door, he listened to the sound of water inside, the sound of the bowl colliding with the spoon, bit his lower lip and continued: "Scott, as I said, you are special."

There was only the sound of water inside for a moment, but then it returned to normal.

Reid looked down at his hand, and there was a bandage wrapped around the fingertip on his finger: "I'm not good at getting along with others, it's been like this since the beginning. You know my job, I often meet a lot of strangers, I try to keep myself from communicating with people as much as possible. But it's different in front of you. As long as I don't pay attention, I will reveal my hidden side. Even if there is a long silence, you will not embarrass me. But I realize At this point, I try to escape..."

"Hey, Reid. That's enough." The young private eye came out after washing his hands. He walked to the kitchen door and looked into Reid's clear eyes. "If you don't want to talk, then keep as silent as you like. If you If you want to talk, then it’s okay to talk for three days and three nights like just now. Just don’t show such an expression, you deserve to be treated like that, understand?”

Scott doesn't know what Reid's self-perception is, but in Scott's view, Reid is fully qualified to live proudly like a peacock with his tail up no matter what.Think of the gee, and think of that consultant detective on Baker Street who was bragging about how quick-witted he was with basically every word, and Reid could undoubtedly do the same.His face is very handsome, although he is not as masculine as his boss and companions, but he is like a gentleman who has come out of classical literature, quiet, sharp, knowledgeable but never expresses his opinions easily.

Like an ancient tree, quietly exuding its own brilliance in the sun.

It's hard for a young man to have the feeling that it takes such a long time to settle down, but Reid has it.

Reid looked at Scott's serious face and nodded blankly. Scott was so close he couldn't think.

Turning around and walking into the kitchen, Scott continued to wash the dishes: "Simply put, as a genius, Reid, you must have the kind of 'talking to you because you value your IQ, and not talking to you because you can't understand me. What to say' state of mind."

Scott's explanation made Reid couldn't help laughing: "If that's the case, I will be fired soon. The reason is probably that I don't cooperate with the team's actions and I am self-righteous."

"No, I think the reason is that you failed the practical test." Scott curled his lips, "The way you hold a gun is really amateurish, Reid. Is this your first time holding a gun? You don't deserve a gun at bau ?”

"...You guessed it." Just now, he was still wondering what kind of person Scott was, and when he heard this, Reid nodded and admitted helplessly, although Scott couldn't see him nodding.

Scott's voice rose twice in an instant: "Then they are still allowed to go out on the field! What you are going to arrest is the serial murderer who lives next to you, not the kind of killer who hides in a dark corner and only targets the intended target. Can you Thank God for being alive.”

Reid himself was helpless about this, he glanced towards the direction of the kitchen door, and said: "They probably think that even if I am equipped with a gun, it is just to send a weapon to the unknown suspect, if the unknown suspect wants to attack me."

"Then how did you get permission to go out?" Scott put the washed dishes in the cabinet, and he came out after wiping his hands.

Reid was still standing at the door of the kitchen: "I was admitted by BAU exceptionally."

"Sounds cool." Scott stood aside and looked at him. "So what are you going to do next, Agent Reid?"

"Then help you clean up your living room, or go back." Reid said without hesitation.

"Is tomorrow a work day?" Scott looked at him.

"I just finished handling a case, and I will rest tomorrow." Reid replied honestly.

Scott looked at him, his blue eyes full of sincerity: "Then how about taking me around tomorrow? I still have some things to buy. Because I want to live, it is also necessary to familiarize myself with the surrounding environment. "

"No problem." Reid answered without thinking, looking into those eyes.

In fact, Reid regretted it as soon as he agreed.But he couldn't say a word of remorse, so he could only go home sullenly.

He hasn't learned how to be more natural with Scott yet.

It looked like Scott wasn't going to give him a chance to get used to it.

Although gentle and easy to get along with is also the description of Scott, there is definitely no lack of strong parts in his character.He will not give in unprincipledly, and he will not hesitate when a decision needs to be made.

Cheerful, talkative, and him are two extremes.

But Reid still thinks it's great that the new neighbor is someone like Scott.

The last neighbor they haven't spoken a word for three years, returning home every day is as dull as returning to a safe prison.

Reid looked at his dimly lit room, maybe he should switch to a brighter light in the living room.

When Scott knocked on the door at nine o'clock the next morning, Reid had been up for a long time. He was curled up on the sofa reading a book, and he was only wearing socks when he opened the door.

"..." Scott looked at his feet and didn't know what to say, for the first time he felt at a loss for words.After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: "Good morning, Reid."

"Morning." Reid was very casual, he took the book from the sofa to the coffee table, and then put on his slippers: "I can go out after I change my shoes."

Scott looked around the room, and then asked tentatively, "Did you wake up early to wait for me...?"

Reid looked back at him: "...you came here now to tell me to go out in order to let me sleep more."

Scott laughed out loud, he walked over and put his arm around Reid's shoulder: "Hey, I said, I've been regretting that I didn't make an appointment yesterday, do you want to exchange phone numbers and email addresses?"

"I don't have an e-mail address." Reid bent down to put on his shoes, and Scott's hands fell naturally.The sudden lightness on his shoulders made Reid stunned. He put on his shoes and took a peek at Scott. He didn't see any displeasure on the other's face, so he was relieved.

"Always have a phone number?" Scott took out his phone and asked.

Reid reported a series of numbers, and Scott stuffed the phone back into his pants pocket after saving it: "Then shall we go shopping first or look around?"

"I want to take you to a nearby supermarket." Reid said.

Scott nodded: "Drive."

Reid was still wondering what kind of car it was, but when he saw Scott's little electric donkey, he smiled unkindly.If Scott hadn't been serious before, he wouldn't find it so funny now. Reid tugged at the corner of his back coat: "Let's go by car, a bus or a taxi will do."

Scott finally chose a taxi.

The two of them basically didn't talk much along the way, except for the occasional eye contact, when Scott would smile and Reid would turn his head away unnaturally.

When Scott paid at the entrance of the supermarket, the driver said, "Have a nice weekend, both of you."

Reid gave him a blank look, and Scott always felt that his tone was a bit wrong, but he just nodded with a smile: "Thank you, I hope you have a nice weekend too."

"Boyfriends are the same as girlfriends, you just need to coax them more." After Scott and Reid got out of the car, the driver said to Scott with a smile on his face.

Scott wanted to explain, but the driver had already rolled up the window and walked away.He turned to look at Reid, a subtle blush appeared on Dr. Genius' cheeks.

"Don't pay attention to what he says, Reid." Scott looked at him, lips curled up. "You are too shy, you should communicate with others more."

Reid avoided his gaze.

Reid wanted to go to the supermarket to buy something immediately, but Scott took his arm: "Reid, we can go have breakfast first."

Following Scott's line of sight, Reid saw a kind old man with a white beard.He didn't move, just looked at Scott: "Do you know how many calories and fat are in a hamburger? You..."

"We can eat it from the store next to it." Scott interrupted him, a little funny.

Only then did Reid discover that there was a small, poor restaurant next door.

After ordering, Scott showed a friendly smile to the waitress, and he immediately received a shy smile.When only he and Reid were left around, Scott looked at him with a little more anxiety in his eyes: "Sorry, Reid. Does asking you to come to this kind of occasion give you a bad feeling?"

Reid looked up at him.

The ends of Scott's blond hair reflected the morning sunlight coming in through the transparent glass. His side face seemed to have been carefully carved by God, with a pair of gentle and deep blue eyes.

Surrounded by some innocuous conversation, the laughter of children, the laughter of adults.

All of these are warmly melted together by the sun, turning into a very peaceful picture.

"No." Reid shook his head, the corners of his lips curled up. "I think it's fine."

Reid saw Scott's lips move but couldn't hear what he was saying. Scott's expression became serious, he quickly got up and walked in front of himself and pushed himself on the sofa. Reid heard Scott's heartbeat, and the fast-paced heavy bass was distracting.

At the same time, he also heard the sound of a submachine gun and the sound of glass breaking.