The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 45: We Don't Want to Talk About Edison
Virginia.

FBI Quantico headquarters.

Behavior Analysis Section.

In the office of the detective in charge, the detective in charge, Aaron Hotchner, hung up the phone, walked out, and said to a blonde beauty in the office lobby downstairs: "JJ, call everyone, we will set off for Wyoming immediately. "

"What case?"

The blond beauty JJ said in surprise: "I haven't received the notification."

She is the external liaison officer of the Behavior Analysis Division. The massive requests for help reported from various places have to go through her, eliminate the cases that do not meet the cases handled by their department, pick out the real serious cases, and then report them to the supervisor Hochner agent.

"For this sudden case, call me directly, and we'll talk about it on the rest of the plane."

Inspector Hotchner said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

The blonde detective JJ nodded in agreement.

While this is uncommon, it's not uncommon.

Some major emergencies or those who have a supervisor's phone and can directly talk to the supervisor, many of them also bypass her as an intermediate link.

After half an hour.

A plane soared into the sky and flew straight towards Wind River Valley, Wyoming.

more than 5 hours later.

While the old white male boss was waiting for him, a group of people drove quickly in two black SUVs.

"Agent Hotchner, you are here."

The old white male boss immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

Although it has been made clear that BAU took over the case, he was still in charge before taking over. In the past few hours, there were dead and injured in the villa of the billionaire and the terrifying wax mansion in the basement. The heads of all the reporters who wanted to sneak in and shoot were about to explode.

Well now, BAU deserves to be BAU, even though it is nearly 3000 kilometers away, it arrived immediately after a phone call.

"This is Supervising Agent Jason Gideon, Senior Agent Derek Morgan, Senior Agent Jennifer Jeange, Senior Agent Al Green Norway and Dr. Spencer Reed."

Supervisor Hotchner introduces his team members to the old white male boss.

"Nice to meet you."

Every time one was introduced, the old white male boss shook hands enthusiastically. When Dr. Reed was finally introduced, he looked at the young face of the other party and thought of Chuck in the basement, and suddenly showed a knowing smile: "Dr. Reed, you must It’s a consultant hired by BAU, it’s amazing to be a doctor at a young age.”

"I'm also a senior agent."

Dr. Reed took out his work card a little unhappy.

"You're the FBI too? Not an outside consultant?"

The old white male boss was surprised: "Still a senior detective?"

If it was a consultant, he would understand. After all, the FBI was old-fashioned, and he wanted to take advantage of the consultant's ease of handling the case.

But it's not a consultant, but an orthodox FBI with a police badge. The key point is that it's not a rookie detective like Jane, but a senior detective, which makes him look sideways.

The ranks of FBI agents are trainee agent, agent, senior agent, supervisory agent, assistant director, supervisor in charge, deputy chief of staff, chief of staff, assistant director, deputy director in charge, and director.

The general ones are detectives, and many senior ones are stuck at the senior detective level and cannot be promoted.

He worked for decades before he was lucky enough to be promoted to a supervisory agent. This young man, He Dehe Neng, was directly a senior agent.

"Spencer has three Ph.D. degrees in chemistry, mathematics, and engineering, and three bachelor's degrees in psychology, sociology, and philosophy."

Chuck led Jane out at this moment, and upon hearing this, he continued, "As long as he thinks, he can do more. The senior agent is just the starting point."

"Chuck!"

Reid cried out in surprise.

Chuck nodded at him.

"Do you know?"

The blonde beauty JJ asked curiously.

"Ah."

Reed nodded happily: "My first choice at Caltech was mathematics. I was introduced to Chuck by my tutor during a mathematics exchange. After I finished my doctorate in mathematics, I didn't continue to go deeper in the field of mathematics. Instead, I switched to studying more subjects.”

"why?"

Jane looked much better after these few hours of recovery, she said curiously.

"Because Reid knew that with him in the field of mathematics, he would not be able to surpass him if he continued, so he re-planned his life."

Morgan, a bald-headed African-American detective, answered the call coolly, and glanced at Jane's little gesture of getting too close to Chuck: "But Edison said that genius is 90.00% ninety percent sweat plus one percent talent. You are only 16 years old, it is normal to be shaken by a little setback, if you persisted at that time, I believe you will not lose to anyone."

"Morgan."

Reid interrupted awkwardly.

"what happened?"

Bald Morgan was watching Jane's reaction to his words, wondering why Reed had interrupted him.

As a flirtatious prodigal, and a part-timer who devotes almost all his time to BAU, it is essential to seize all available time to fish and flirt.

Because he has no idea where he will be in the next moment.

Besides, he had never seen such a superb beauty as Jane.

"Scientists don't like talking about Edison."

Reed explained embarrassingly: "The original words were actually said by Einstein. Genius is one percent of talent plus 90.00 percent of sweat. There is a sentence after that, that one percent is the most important, even more than That 90.00% nine is more important."

"...I think what Edison said makes more sense."

The bald Morgan's expression froze.

"Because Edison only knows the 90.00% nine, not the one percent, and even he almost steals the 90.00% nine."

Chuck said, "It's like this quote is adapted from what the one percent Einstein said."

"Okay, JJ, you go to deal with the media reporters."

The detective in charge Hotchner couldn't stand it anymore, and directly ordered: "Gideon, take Reed to the basement, Morgan and Al, follow me into the villa."

"This way."

The old white male boss led Agent Hotchner and the others into the villa.

Chuck and Jane accompanied Gideon and Reed into the basement.

"The devil is scary, but sometimes people are far scarier than the devil."

Agent Gideon entered the Museum of Horror Wax Figures and looked at the lost lives of young girls in the corridor of glass showcases. Even though he was well-informed, he still couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"156! That's a record."

Reed, like Chuck, is the most sensitive to numbers, and reported the data immediately after watching the T-shaped corridor.

In the villa.

Accompanied by the old white male boss, the supervisor Hotchner walked in front, and the African-American detective Morgan and the female detective Al walked behind.

"what happened?"

Seeing Al looking at him from time to time, Morgan couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing."

Al smiled and looked away.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Morgan complained.

As a team member of the Behavior Analysis Section, it is almost their instinct to profile other people's psychology. As soon as he saw Al's expression, he knew what she was thinking, but he couldn't help but let her speak out.

"I just think you men are boring, and you can't help but want to fight when you meet a beautiful woman."

Al teased.

"It's our instinct."

Morgan didn't deny it either. He touched his bald head and said proudly, "And I've never lost!"

(End of this chapter)