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Chapter 17 #16 Question

Richard and Elle also came over.

Reid asked Richard to recall where he probably felt that person was standing by the bed.

Richard said blankly: "I don't remember, I didn't dare to open my eyes to see."

Clement said, "Lie down for a while."

Reid reacted quickly: "Please Mr. Richard."

Elle was not slow either. After guessing what Clement wanted to do, of course she supported him: "Please, Mr. Richard."

Wednesday: "..."

Wednesday has nothing to say.

Richard has no objection, just lie down, and he doesn't want to quarrel with those two monsters.

Clement said, "Let's review the scene."

Reid and Elle took a few steps back toward the door, taking their attention away from Richard on the bed.

Clement made Richard close his eyes, then gestured to Wednesday.

Clement: "Now, Mr. Richard, try to think back to your light sleep state, pretend you are on a ball of cotton, you are surrounded by water, you are very comfortable, but not very comfortable, you may have a nightmare, struggling to think wake up."

Wednesday's lips curled up.

Richard's breathing rate remains the same, exhale-inhale-exhale-inhale-

Clement whispered: "Go."

Then he also retreated to the door.

The three of them all looked at Wednesday, and none of them looked at Richard. They had to use this to awaken Richard's greatest perception of the outside world, and they couldn't let their gazes mislead Richard.

The three of them waited at the door for nearly 5 minutes before they saw Wednesday start walking. Wednesday was wearing small black leather shoes, and walked lightly and delicately, leaving no traces.

Wednesday walked towards the bed. She was not as tall as the murderer, and her sense of presence was very weak. One step, two steps, three steps... followed by every step. When Wednesday was about to walk again, Richard, who was lying on the side of the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and went straight. Stare into Wednesday's face: "This is it!"

"It's here! With this feeling, I can feel that he has been looking at me for a long time!" Richard sat up on the bed, gesticulating with the three people at the door excitedly.

Clement: "It's the distance to kill."

Wednesday's location was where Clement taught her the second time.

Reid bit his lip and thought, "But the murderer didn't attack Mr. Richard."

Elle also said: "That's why he gave up doing it, why? He entered the room, saw Mr. Richard who was asleep, didn't realize that he was awake, and then left after standing for a while? This is There's no logic to stopping -- at least for now, unless we get to the bottom line."

Clement said: "It's very strange."

Clement asked: "Wednesday, do you have any good suggestions?"

Wednesday is eager to try: "Can we demonstrate the scene of being killed?"

Clement couldn't help laughing. He took Wednesday's hand who was walking beside him, moved the Thing on his shoulder to Wednesday's arm, and said, "There are no props. I'll play with you when I get back to the hotel. I can't help it now. Let's see Thing is listless, aren't you going to be with it on Wednesday?"

Wednesday agreed: "Well, Thing is lonely too."

Afterwards, the three who could no longer find any clues at Richard's house turned back to the victim's house.

Reid didn't forget the original intention of asking Clement to help, this time they didn't meet another Richard when they opened the door, and entered the room without surprise or joy.

Reid also asked casually: "Clement, you seem to know these things very well? I mean detective games."

Clement said: "My hobby is reading detective literature. My favorite detective is the great detective Hercule Poirot written by Agatha Christie."

"Isn't it David Rossi?" Elle laughed: "In fact, Rossi told us at your art exhibition two days ago that you are a fan of his books."

Reid: "Huh?"

Elle said: "Didn't we meet at the art exhibition, Rossi said, you seemed to be with Clement at that time?"

Clement smiled, a little frivolity and flirtatiousness flew from the brow to the corner of the lips, stringing together the beauty of famous paintings that can only be found in Gothic castles before the Renaissance, "Yes, I also like Rossi's novels, he must not have told you Said he is also my fan."

"Is that so?" Reid said: "I also like Rossi's novels and your paintings very much. Rossi's novels are realistic and vivid. To be honest, he is super powerful and can always integrate very professional knowledge into his own. In the works, I often recommend his books to some students of the police academy."

A few people were chatting, and when they reached the door, Clement pushed it smoothly, and just took two steps inside when he was attracted by various patterns all over the room.

"These patterns..." Clement clenched his fingers into a fist, and the knuckles of his index finger touched the midline of his lower lip.

Reid said: "What's wrong?"

Elle also looked curious. Unlike Reid, who is a walking encyclopedia, she has dabbled in everything. Elle is ignorant of such unorthodox knowledge. She doubts the existence of so-called magic, but I have to say that these things are also a kind of tradition. Thousands of years of knowledge.

Wednesday jumped up and down the steps and followed the three adults into the house.

Clement said: "There are some stars and sharp angles on these patterns that alternate, reverse and rotate, and the meaning has not changed. They all represent new birth to a certain extent, but they are not religious. eternal new life under the cross."

Clement's expression was cold when he said these words, it could be seen that he was not at all interested in Christianity and Jesus.

Clement: "They are more of an 'inverted' feeling, like a vitreous hourglass. If one end is more, the other end will inevitably be less. It mainly expresses a kind of 'use your death to exchange for my new life, and I will deprive you of your life. Then continue your own survival' meaning."

Elle exclaimed: "Prefect, really insightful."

Reid said: "You mean the murderer used those human bodies..."

Clement said, "It's a corpse."

The two were puzzled that the police operations in North Las Vegas were not very efficient, and the owners of those human body fragments have not been found yet.

Clement popularized science to the two of them: "This is a ritual in black magic, and the sacrifices required are all dead things that have lost their freshness."

Reid and Elle looked at each other, this was the first time they knew the life and death status of the "potential victim" through non-scientific means.

Wednesday circled the walls of the room, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking like a detective.

"Formalin." Clement said, "Don't look for it, it smells like formalin."

Wednesday was not too satisfied: "Why not □□?"

Clement said irrelevantly, "Formalin can delay the decay of the corpse, maybe the assailant took some of the corpse with him."

Wednesday: "Then it's useless to say that it won't appear here?"

Clement: "Good."

The siblings are still reasoning in their own way, while Reid and Elle have already called Morgan at the police station.

Morgan: "Hi this is Morgan."

Reid: "It's me Reid, Morgan we..."

Morgan's voice came from the microphone and was slightly distorted after being refracted by the current, but Reid could still hear the seriousness and earnestness in his words.

Morgan said: "I was about to call you, Reid, we have received a notice that a second case with the same method has occurred, do you have time now, I will report the address to you and you can come directly..."

He paused for a while, giving Reid a little time to react, before he said: "This scene is magical, fantasy... dark is more appropriate? OMG I really can't speak, I should let JJ come. Anyway, Gideon asked you to bring Come along with Adams, there are some things here that need his help."

In order to make it easier for Elle to listen in, Reid released the voice publicly, which means that Clement and the others heard it too.

Reid: "Clement, are you with us?"

Clement said: "Then go."

After a few people got into the car, Clement sat in the back seat and said with a heartless voice, "I really should have checked my motorcycle over with me."

Wednesday comforted row upon row of big cousin's backs.

Reid didn't know what to do, so he had to rack his brains to think about it, and finally came up with a bad idea.

Reid said, "Shall I read you Shakespeare's sonnets?"

This inspiration comes from the actions of the Adams brothers and sisters. Even though these two hate the sunny beach and the sea, for ordinary and ordinary people like them, boasting and praise are always sunny, sometimes mixed with the summer breeze. Slightly sweet, warm and soft to the ears.

Clement: "Oh?"

Wednesday's brows twitched, but he didn't refute when he saw that his eldest cousin was looking forward to it.

Elle said: "Look at you prettyboy."

It's a pity that Reid is not a rhetorician.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

Thou art more lovingly and more temperate;

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

Andsummer's lease hathall too short date..."

How can I compare you to summer?

You are not only cuter than it, but also more gentle than it;

The strong wind tramples May's beloved buds,

The lease period in summer is too short.

……

Not the admittedly deepest Cockney accent, and the unsociable Reid reads the sonnets with a lesser degree of emotion.After all, Reid just hooked the tail of the stars at that moment, and felt that this sentence was perfect for complimenting people, but he didn't care that his emotions were not rich enough to support him to recite the entire long poem with cadence and emphasis.

But the few people in the car listened silently, Elle was concentrating on driving so she couldn't speak, and she didn't want to interrupt Reid's good mood.

Needless to say on Wednesday, she knew what to do when she saw her big cousin looked down and smiled

Wednesday has never been so smart.

When he arrived at the scene, Clement was the first to get out of the car. Although there was Reid's passionate recitation to help out, Clement really hated everything in the car, the smell of leather, the smell of aromatherapy, everything was blocking his breath.

Even so, Clement's words and deeds are still calm, and he couldn't wait to get out of the car, but he still remembered to lead Wednesday down first, and then gently closed the door.

From this point, it can be seen that he was indeed born in a wealthy family, and he should have been taught by a gentleman when he was young. Although he grew up with an uninhibited and casual artist style, he has never been disrespectful in his clothes when he goes out.

There was a young policeman waiting at the intersection of the parking lot.

Clement hadn't seen him in the BAU, so he guessed he was a little cop born and raised in North Las Vegas.

The fact is true, Reid and Elle also greeted each other strangely, and then took Clement and Wednesday to follow him.

The young policeman was talkative, with small freckles on both sides of his nose, and a dimple around his mouth when he smiled.

How terrible!

Clement was very uncomfortable, and deliberately took the little girl to walk next to Reid, keeping a distance from the little policeman.

The little policeman said: "Did you come from the home of the first victim? That—there is a child, are they your colleagues? You didn't seem to have seen them when you first arrived?"

Reid answered one by one: "Yes, we just came from the suburbs. These two are my friends and BAU's temporary consultants."

Little policeman: "Wow, their outfits are really cool, black and white."

Little policeman: "By the way, have you seen Richard? Richard just called us two days ago to tell us that he might be in danger and someone wanted to kill him. Oh! Young Richard, Oh! Poor Richard... how could anyone think To kill Richard, it must be because his mouth is too unreasonable and ruthless to pierce the hearts of many people."

Reid: "Do you know each other well?"

The little policeman said: "It's okay. My aunt lives in the suburbs and I often visit him. Richard is a celebrity in the community, and I have played with him a few times."

Elle: "You said Richard called you for protection two days ago?"

The little policeman nodded: "That's right, but why would anyone want to kill him? Richard is just a young Richard who has lived at home for a long time. His mouth is very bad, but it's not enough for anyone to do anything to him..."

Reid didn't go on board, he uttered another string of raps, and said: "We checked with him just now, he didn't lie, you really should send someone to protect him!"

Little policeman: "But..."

Elle said firmly: "It has nothing to do with anything. I don't mention that he is probably our important witness. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is so close to the victim that his life is threatened. I don't think you want Mr. Richard to die in You don’t care and don’t trust, right?”

Reid rushed to help out, and began to explain the facts to the little policeman on the sidelines, using his sophisticated statistical calculations to state the crucial point of "Mr. Richard needs to be protected".

The little policeman was dizzy, and he couldn't overwhelm Elle's aura with his eloquent teeth, and he couldn't refute Reid's statistics that sound tall at first sight.

The author has something to say:

I wanted to masturbate a little more today, and even boasted to myself about going to Haikou 5K, but my friend was sick and wanted to spend more time with her, so I chatted with her for a long time at night.

It is too hard for a person to go to work outside when he is sick. If he does not move bricks, he will have no money.

Therefore, ladies and sisters should also pay attention to their health, wear more clothes and drink more hot water, go to the hospital if there is something wrong, take medicine if you are sick, and prevent disease if you are not sick!

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