American TV series Detective's Daily Life

Virginia.

FBI Headquarters in Quantico.

Behavior Analysis Section.

In the agent-in-charge office, after the agent-in-charge Aaron Hotchner hung up the phone, he walked out and said to a blond beauty in the office hall downstairs: "JJ, call everyone, we will leave for Wyoming immediately. "

"What case?"

The blonde beauty JJ said in surprise: "I didn't receive the notification."

She is the external liaison of the Behavior Analysis Department. She has to go through the large number of applications for help reported from various places, eliminate the cases that are not suitable for the handling of their department, select the truly serious cases, and then report them to the supervisor Hotchner. agent.

"Call me directly for this unexpected case, and we'll talk about the rest on the plane."

Detective Hotchner, the supervisor, said solemnly.

"yes."

The blonde detective JJ nodded in agreement.

While this is uncommon, it's not unheard of.

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

Half an hour later.

A plane soared into the sky, flying straight towards the Wind River Valley in Wyoming.

More than 5 hours later.

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

"Agent Hotchner, you are here."

The old white male boss immediately greeted him warmly.

Although it was clear that the BAU would take over the case, he was still in charge before taking over. In the past few hours, there were dead and injured people in the billionaire's villa and a terrifying wax man hall in the basement. His head was about to explode from all the reporters trying to sneak in and take pictures.

Well now, BAU is worthy of being BAU. Even though we are nearly 3,000 kilometers away, we arrived immediately after a phone call.

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

Director Hotchner introduced his team members to his old white male boss.

"Nice to meet you."

Every time he introduced someone, the old white male boss shook hands warmly. When Dr. Reed was finally introduced, he looked at the other person's young face and thought of Chuck in the basement, and suddenly showed a knowing smile: "Dr. Reed, you must He must be a consultant hired by BAU. He has a doctorate at such a young age, which is really amazing."

"I'm also a senior agent."

Dr. Reed took out his work ID card somewhat unhappily.

"Are you also an FBI? Not an outside consultant?"

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

If it was a consultant, he would understand. After all, the FBI has a long tradition, and he had wanted to enjoy the consultant's ease in handling cases.

But he was not a consultant but an orthodox FBI with a police badge. The key thing was that he was not a rookie trainee agent like Jane, but a senior agent, which made him look sideways.

The FBI's agent levels are trainee agent, agent, senior agent, supervisory agent, assistant director, agent in charge, deputy chief of staff, chief of staff, assistant director, deputy director in charge, and director.

The average ones are agents, and many senior ones are stuck at the senior agent level and cannot be promoted.

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

"Spencer has a doctorate in chemistry, mathematics, and engineering, and a bachelor's degree in psychology, sociology, and philosophy."

Chuck led Jane out at this time. After hearing this, he answered: "As long as he wants to, he can do more. Senior agent is just the starting point."

"Chuck!"

Reed cried out in surprise.

Chuck nodded at him.

"Do you know each other?"

The blonde beauty JJ asked curiously.

"Um."

Reed nodded happily: "My first choice at Caltech was mathematics. I was introduced to Chuck by my supervisor at a mathematics exchange. After I completed my Ph.D. in mathematics, I did not continue to study in the field of mathematics. Instead, I switched to reading more subjects.”

"Why?"

Jane's expression has improved a lot after these few hours of recovery, and she asked curiously.

"Because Reed knew that he would be unable to surpass him in the field of mathematics, so he re-planned his life."

The bald African-American agent Morgan answered coolly and glanced at Jane's little move of being too close to Chuck: "But Edison said that genius is 99% sweat and 1% talent, Reed You were only 16 years old at the time, and it is normal for you to waver if you suffer a slight setback. If you had persisted, I believe you would not have lost to anyone."

"Morgan."

Reed interrupted awkwardly.

"What's wrong?"

Bald Morgan was observing Jane's reaction to his words and wondered why Reed interrupted him.

As a carefree and unrestrained wanderer, and a part-time worker who devotes almost all his time to BAU, it is essential to seize every available time to pursue a romantic career.

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

Besides, he has never seen such a stunning beauty as Jane.

"Scientists don't like talking about Edison."

Reed explained awkwardly: "The original words were actually said by Einstein. Genius is one percent talent and ninety-nine percent perspiration. There is another sentence after that, the one percent is the most important. , even more important than the ninety-nine percent.”

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

Bald Morgan's expression froze.

"Because Edison only knew the ninety-nine percent, not the one percent. Even the ninety-nine percent he almost always stole from others."

Chuck said: "It's like this quote is adapted from something said by one percent Einstein."

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

Detective Hotchner couldn't stand it any longer and directly gave the order: "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 Waxman Hall of Horror and looked at the passing of young girls' lives in the glass display cabinet corridor. Even though he was well-informed, he still couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"156! This has broken the record."

Reed, like Chuck, is the most keen on numbers. After seeing the T-shaped corridor, he reported the data immediately.

In the villa.

Agent in charge Hotchner, accompanied by his old white male boss, walked in the front, and African-American agent Morgan and female agent Al walked in the back.

"What's wrong?"

Morgan couldn't help but ask when he saw Al looking at him from time to time.

"nothing."

Al chuckled and looked away.

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

Morgan complained.

As a member of the behavioral analysis department, profiling other people's psychology is almost their instinct. As soon as he saw Al's expression, he knew what she was thinking, but he still couldn't help but let her say it.

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

Al teased.

"It's our instinct."

Morgan did not deny it. He touched his bald head and said proudly: "And I have never lost!"