The path of genius evolution

Miller looked up at him with little interest, his green eyes were like a peaceful lake.

"why?"

Seeing whether to look at the cards dealt to him, Miller asked calmly.

"Because, you were raped by that man in this place, wasn't it?"

"So?" Miller's gaze didn't waver in the slightest. He thought for a while, and then looked at the man sitting across from the game: "Do you want to do that too?"

The man shook his head gracefully: "No, no, no, why do you think so? I never force a person to do something he doesn't like."

Looking away, Miller curled the corners of his lips: "Really?"

Miller rarely smiles, but that doesn't mean he doesn't.And when he smiled, he was quite pretty, with slightly curved lips and eyes that softened after thinking of something, giving people a very beautiful feeling.

He stretched out his hand and brought the chips to the front one by one: "showhand."

"Don't you look at your cards?" The man quickly woke up from his slight absent-mindedness, his smile remained the same.

Miller shook his head and stopped talking.

In the man's hand is a pair of aces and three kings.

And miller's card is a straight flush of hearts, 10 to a.

"Congratulations." The man spread his hands calmly: "I lost, and you can now join the organization as agreed."

Miller pulled out his chair and stood up.The man kept looking at his back, until he walked to the door, the man showed a playful smile: "However, I have the final say on which organization of the organization to work in."

Without even a pause, Miller left the room smoothly.

Purchases continued until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Reid actually couldn't understand everything that happened around him today. In the morning, he met Brother Death, and three innocent people died in front of him, but he was powerless.In the afternoon, he and Scott continued to carry out their original plan, and the mood was not as bad as expected.

Sitting in a taxi and looking at the tall buildings in the city, Reid always thinks of a bad memory.He frowned, wondering if it made sense to think about it.

He was grateful that Scott hadn't tried to say anything to him along the way, he just wanted to be left alone.

After entering the apartment, Scott handed Reid a bag of apples, and he gently pushed Reid's back: "Go get these Mrs. Hebe, she mentioned that she likes apples very much."

"Mrs. Hebe?" Reid wanted to search the memory bank to find out which lady this was.

Scott sighed helplessly, he looked at Reid: "That's our landlady."

Reid finally understood why the landlady—well, he now knew he could call her Mrs. Hebe—said his new neighbor so softly and sweetly, even though she was over fifty and had a fat body. She still has a girlish heart.

When Reid delivered the apple, Mrs. Hebe obviously couldn't react. The little genius who didn't deal with people very much and didn't come home for a few days actually gave her a gift?

"Um, Scott and I sent this to you, wish you a happy weekend," Reid said.

Mrs. Hebe put the apple on the table: "Thank you, thank you very much... I baked some biscuits, you can take some back and share with Scott."

"Huh?" Reid felt that Hebe seemed to have misunderstood something, and before he had time to explain, Mrs. Hebe had brought him some baked cookies in a bag from the oven.

"Have a nice weekend, lads." Mrs. Hebe smiled, and the wrinkles on her face became more and more obvious.

When Reid came out of Mrs. Hebe's room, Scott was still waiting for him on the stairs. He leaned against the railing and carried heavy things with a relaxed expression.

Watching Reid walking up, Scott smiled at him, then turned and went upstairs.

"Anything on your mind?"

"Why do you ask?" Reid whispered.

Scott's voice was very gentle: "Because after what happened in the morning, you haven't laughed once. Are you sad? Because you think about Matthew's future? Are you blaming yourself? Because you couldn't save those three people?"

"I also know it's naive to think like this." The smile on the corner of Reid's lips was somewhat self-deprecating.

Scott didn't stop until he reached Reid's door: "I don't think so, Reid."

Reid looked up at him.

"It's precious to want to protect others. But don't forget, although you didn't save those three people, you saved the rest, and they survived because you were there." Scott looked back at him.

Looking into his blue eyes, Reid was a little lost: "You saved them."

"Hey, Reid, you don't think I can do those things alone, do you?" Scott put down the things in his hands and walked to his side, then rubbed his hair, "I'll go to that store, I was worried that you would feel embarrassed by the driver's joke. I was able to stand up smoothly because you stood up first and wanted to protect little Matthew. I was there because of you."

Reid didn't expect Scott to say this, he was a little dazed.He lowered his head: "I'm sorry for worrying you, I'm just... easy to think too much."

"It's okay, it's just because you are kind." Scott turned to pick up his things, "That's it, I'll go back first, you can take a good rest at home."

It wasn't until Scott entered that Reid looked away and opened the door to his room.

But Scott doesn't have much time to rest. His current job is a private eye.Of course, he was not a well-known figure in the United States, so the first commission he received was quite frustrating.

A beautiful high school student feels she's being stalked and wants Mr. Scott to help her catch the stalker.

Scott looked, and it was a message he had received on twitter at two o'clock in the afternoon, where people could reach him.Scott has not yet been certified when he first arrived in the United States, and Scott doesn't know how this girl found his twitter.But now that others have come to him, Scott put the matter at hand aside first, and then concentrate on the matter in front of him.

Scott texted Miss Lucy based on the phone information she reserved.

After the two got in touch, in order to facilitate the conversation, Scott proposed video communication, and Lucy agreed.

Lucy is a typical American girl, with blond hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and looks quite lively.

But she was a little surprised when she saw Scott himself, and then fell into uneasiness.

Through a person's facial expressions and some action habits, we can understand this person's personality to some extent. In addition, Scott has read her text messages and chatted with her through messages, so he probably has his own idea of ​​what Lucy looks like. guess.During the video, you can also see the layout of Lucy's room, and Scott has a general understanding of his client.

"Lucy?" Scott's tone was calm.

I thought Scott was a middle-aged uncle, but I didn't expect that he was a young man who didn't look much older than her. Lucy regretted that he reserved the information rashly.But as soon as Scott spoke, she immediately felt a reassuring force from it.The original anxiety gradually disappeared, and Lucy gradually calmed down.

"Hello, Mr. Scott," Lucy responded.

Scott smiled slightly: "Good afternoon, it looks like your complexion is not very good, how about let's get straight to the point?"

Looking at Scott blankly, Lucy didn't know how to answer.

"Don't think about anything else, it's enough to just concentrate on thinking about my problem, can it be done?" Scott lowered his voice a few degrees, sounding a little deep.

Lucy took a deep breath: "No problem, please start."

Scott glanced at her: "May I ask when did you feel that someone was following you?"

"About two weeks ago? I can always feel the sight from behind, which makes me uneasy."

"Probably? Can you be more precise?" Scott continued, "I know it's difficult, but please think about it, what day is it. On your way home from school, there is a very low-key person who keeps walking with you Similar route, mysterious appearance, mysterious disappearance? Or when you go to the musical instrument store, a high school student who is working as a temporary worker and wearing a hat keeps peeking at you? Or there are other customers in the store, he With your back facing you, but the glass in front of you reflects your appearance?"

Scott's speech is not fast, his voice is low, and his tone is very gentle, making people unable to stand in the situation he imagined.

"No, no, not in that place..." Lucy frowned and shook her head, "It was, it was... the library! Last weekend at the school library! I was picking out what to check out books, but at that time I suddenly felt someone peeping at me through the bookshelf. It was not a very strong feeling, but it made me feel very uncomfortable. I went home immediately, but that feeling also appeared several times later. This time, I even took a photo!"

Scott looked at the transmitted picture. On it was a man in a dark brown coat and a hat. His head was so low that he couldn't see his face at all.

Lucy's voice trembled a little: "Every time he appears, he looks different, but he feels like the same person to me! I told my family, but they thought it was a prank. But I asked all my friends, and they all said Said no. Last week I freaked out and my mom and dad called the police, but the cops followed me for two days and found nothing out of the ordinary, and then they left. But I can always feel that goddamn look, that The resentful eyes... I really can't stand it, so I..."

Scott had been listening to her words intently, but the camera in front of him suddenly went black.Then he heard a very small thumping sound, and the faint sound of Lucy. Scott called 911 immediately, but the voice on the other side stopped shortly after.

The camera resumed, but Scott didn't see Lucy, there was only a bitch written in blood on the wall facing the camera in Lucy's room.

The operator on the phone was still urging him to describe the situation, Scott took a deep breath, and then gave the specific location.

Looks like he's running out of time to properly clean up his new home.