The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 76 Batman is a lunatic
"The reality is that in most cases, we still have to rely on force to ensure that others give us the opportunity to use our brains."

Chuck made a move and said, "Spencer, we only want to think, not can."

"But I really want to but can't."

Reed smiled bitterly: "I have tried many times."

"That's not enough to think about."

Chuck looked at him: "You say we are the same kind of people, and we are, but I work harder than you, because if I don't work hard, I can't even sit here and talk normally.

And you can live a normal life without this step, so you don't have my urgent needs in your subconscious, and you can't do my level of exercise. "

"That's true."

Reed thought for a while and nodded in agreement with this statement.

"You have a strong enough brain and imagination. Next time you go to practice with a gun, imagine this picture."

Chuck said: "You are BAU, and you often encounter all kinds of powerful criminals. When your companion is knocked down, only you can save your companion and yourself, and bring the criminal to justice.

But because you couldn't pass the test for holding a gun, you were powerless and could only watch all this happen before your eyes.

You should understand that the criminals you are facing are basically all perverts. Imagine your companions and yourself will be tortured by perverts that are worse than death because of your refusal to work harder.

If none of these pictures can motivate you to work harder, then I suggest you leave BAU and return to campus to be a pure scholar, because this is likely to be the situation you will encounter in the future, for your own good and for the good of your companions. "

Pictures appeared in Reed's mind, his face pale.

He is known as the FBI's humanoid crime database, and those horrific crime scenes are deeply imprinted in his photographic brain. After a little correspondence with Chuck's description, he couldn't bear it.

The gift of photographic memory and the over-smart brain, just like the repetition of nightmares brought to him by little Sheldon in the face of birds and chickens, became a burden at this moment.

Gideon watched his apprentice turn pale at Chuck's words, squinted his eyes, and said nothing.

Because he understands that what Chuck said is right, pushing Reed properly will also help Reed grow.

In their line of work, in addition to talent and ability, the most important thing is psychological endurance. While bearing the tragedy of the victim, one must also bear the heavy pressure that one may also become a victim.

If you can't do this, sooner or later you will have to leave or actively or passively.

"Batman is an interesting guy."

Gideon looked down at the chessboard for a while, and then didn't rush to play. He looked up at Chuck and smiled, "He's a billionaire playboy by day, but a dark knight by night, Dr. Wolf, what do you think of him?" ?”

"He's a psycho."

Chuck looked down at the chessboard and casually offered his opinion of Batman.

He knew that Gideon must have committed an occupational disease, and wanted to (profile) explain (write) him.

He doesn't care.

"Oh?"

Gideon looked at Chuck with interest, waiting for further explanation.

"He is Wei Bancheng during the day, with the resources and influence he has, as long as he wants, he can do things that Batman will never do, and truly change Gotham City from the root."

Chuck said: "But he didn't want to do this. Instead, he turned into Batman at night to fight the criminals himself. greater suffering.

Couldn't Batman's super-intelligence figure this out?

I'm afraid not.

So why doesn't he do it?

Batman's greatest ability, the high-tech equipment such as the Batsuit, Batmobile, and Batplane all rely on Wei Bancheng's money-making ability.

So in the final analysis, there is no Batman, there is only Wei Bancheng, a mentally ill patient, who uses his money ability to enjoy the ultimate luxury life in the sun during the day and the exciting dark life at night.

It's no different from those rich people who like to go to the underground boxing match like the Roman arena, tear off the disguise of civility and politeness, distort their faces, and roar wantonly to enjoy the fists and blood.

It's just that he is rich and willful, so he expanded this small-scale underground boxing match to the entire Gotham City, and he used his money ability to hire professionals to train, and he was equipped with crazy krypton gold equipment, and then he personally bullied the whiteboard people. "

"..."

Reed opened his mouth, speechless.

He really didn't expect Chuck to see Batman like this, so he said that Chuck looks like Batman before, wouldn't it be a compliment.

"There is a fine line between a genius and a madman."

Chuck looked up at Reed: "We are all geniuses, a little mentally ill, and that's normal."

In the world of American dramas, one cannot be called a genius without any quirks, and even less a super genius without some mental illness.

Reed was instantly relieved and smiled again.

That's why he likes Chuck and adores Chuck, they're the same kind of people.

The biggest worry in his heart is that his mother has paranoid schizophrenia, and this mental illness is hereditary, and he often worries that he also has this mental illness.

However, in Chuck's mouth, being able to speak out and face it calmly, staying with Chuck is really decompressing for him.

Monica's apartment.

"Please, can you stop grinning."

Best friend Rachel complained enviously: "Could it be that you didn't take out the toothbrush after brushing your teeth?"

"Are you sure it's a toothbrush?"

Chandler was teasing as usual.

"To shut up!"

Monica didn't like to listen to such dirty jokes, and pointed at Chandler with her finger, but she was in a very happy mood, and there was always a bright smile on the corner of her mouth.

"As for?"

Ross rolled his eyes in displeasure.

"You do not understand."

Monica rolled her eyes back, still unable to control her smile, she frequently looked at the mobile phone on the table.

"He hasn't contacted you yet?"

Phoebe gossiped.

"No."

Monica pretended not to care.

"It seems that you are very satisfied with him, but he is not necessarily satisfied with you."

The vagabond Joey smiled knowingly.

He does it all the time.

"Don't compare you to Chuck!"

Monica stared at him: "He is not your kind!"

"Whoa!"

The vagabond Joey shouted in dissatisfaction: "The only thing that is better than me is that they graduated from me. They have learned a lot, okay?"

"Don't worry, he will call you."

Phoebe comforted: "By the way, are you sure everything is fine with you?"

"right……"

Monica nodded quickly, then hesitated when she thought of something.

"what happened?"

Phoebe asked immediately.

"nothing……"

Monica shook her head, hesitated to speak.

"You can tell me secretly."

Phoebe glanced at the three boys and approached them with a smile.

"And I!"

Best friend Rachel is not willing to give up this gossip.

"How could I be missing."

Chandler also leaned over in a serious manner.

Three girls: "..."

(End of this chapter)