In the morning, Bruce came back from his morning exercise, took out a few newspapers from the mailbox, prepared breakfast for himself, fried eggs, bacon, and toast, and then sat at the table and casually flipped through the newspapers.
The newspapers he ordered were all from New York, from the most credible "New York Times" to "New York Daily News", "New York Post", and so on. National and international events are a must-read, and some serious social news will also be paid attention to. Bruce is not interested in sports and entertainment news at all, but now he is paying attention to one more thing.
Seeing a tabloid report about the chairman of Stark Industries, the rich second generation and playboy Tony Stark, and a cover girl, Bruce closed the newspaper blankly, drank the remaining milk in the cup, changed his clothes and went out to work.
After nearly twenty-five years of his life, he found that the world was far more interesting than he had imagined. He even searched for some information about the mutants.
There are indeed some Mutants in the world other than him, but these people have disappeared. Most people don't know the existence of such people, at least he has never seen such people in his nearly twenty-five years of "ordinary" life.
However, this has little to do with him. Since knowing about the last case, he has set some training plans for himself. Without a strong physical fitness beyond human limits, he has focused on the development of his abilities.
Since he knows the existence of these people, he can't tolerate the fact that he doesn't have the ability to fight against Iron Man or some familiar Mutants in his memory. For example, Scarlet Witch, Vander. He thought he understood why the bullet had swerved.
But these people may not be related to Bruce's life. He has his own life, and he has no intention of creating his own intersection with these people. It's unbearable just to think that with his current strength, he may be knocked down by these people in a face-to-face confrontation, but it's impossible to become stronger overnight. What he needs is persistent training.
Soon, Bruce tossed these thoughts to the back of his mind. When he boarded the train, he was thinking about a popular post he saw on the Internet last night, "Just 100 Short Comments Can Let You Chase the Man You Have a Crush on". He took out his phone and browsed through the posts he had saved.
Although he didn't know if it would work, Bruce felt that he did need some advice in this regard now. However, because it was a post written by a woman to chase a man, some of the content was not useful to Bruce. Of course, there were some that were useful. Bruce chose what might be helpful to him.
Most of the time, it's quite cute to be a rascal occasionally. ]
'This … seems to make sense?' But rascal …?
Keep in touch. When you're at school/company, you can talk and laugh. When you're at home, you can use chat software and send messages. ]
How can he talk and laugh in all kinds of tragedies? As for information, it had always been about work. Most of it was about case information.
Understand his daily interests and hobbies. Do you like ball games? Like fishing? Which band? Which movie? Find a chance to participate together. ]
Yes, he doesn't know anything about these!
Occasionally have some small flirtations, pay attention to not overdo it, but keep a friend's distance with him. ]
Friend … That hurts, they can only be considered colleagues, they don't even have a personal relationship, they don't even meet the prerequisites.
If he's very good, you can't be too bad. Go and learn some music and dance, you don't have to be very professional, it's not only the interest of life, but also shows that you love life. He has his merits, you also have a colorful life and pursuits. This will make you more charming. ]
Music or dance? Want to try?
The subway arrived at the station not long after. Bruce stuffed the phone that he hadn't finished looking at into his pocket and walked out. When he walked into the elevator, he took it out and looked at it again.
"Wait, Bruce, wait."
When the elevator door was about to close, a voice shouted. Bruce pressed the button to open the door and saw Garcia, who was wearing a dress, a pink shawl, high heels, and a playful headdress on her long curly blonde hair, running over. "Good morning, Penelope."
"Good morning, Bruce. Why are you so late, you're going to be late. " Garcia came over and pressed the button for the sixth floor. Her gaze swept to the phone in Bruce's hand that was still lit up. "Oh oh oh, this post." She grabbed the wrist of Bruce's hand that was holding the phone and revealed a gossipy expression. "Which beauty made our prince fall for her?"
Bruce closed the page of the post, blinked and didn't say anything.
“Come
Tell me, maybe I can give you some advice. You have to know that these posts are only general, they don't say anything specific. "Garcia shook his wrist that she grabbed.
Bruce almost dropped the phone and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You can give me some advice. If I want to learn a musical instrument, what should I learn?"
"Wow, are you planning to use a musical instrument to confess to her? That's romantic. Guitar? Piano? Violin? These are all good. "
Bruce was deep in thought. Soon, the elevator door opened and he took the lead to walk out.
"Wait, Bruce, you haven't told me that she …" Garcia's voice paused. She saw Hotch walking out of the office. "Good morning, sir."
"Gather on the plane. We have a case." Hotch looked at Garcia and said to everyone.
"It's him, not her." Bruce looked at Hotch's back as he left. He turned his head and whispered to Garcia, "Now, can you still give me some advice?"
Garcia opened her eyes wide and shook her head blankly.
oo00oo
On the plane, Hotch explained the case to everyone. It was a case that he handled ten years ago.
"In 1995 to 1998, the Boston Grim Reaper shot, assassinated, and killed twenty-one victims. Male, female, and all ages of the victims. There was no specific type, no specific modus operandi. How did you do the profiling? "Morgan asked with a frown.
"We didn't do the profiling. Shaunessy (the sheriff at that time) asked us to go back."
Bruce listened to their conversation and understood the situation.
Ten years ago, there was a series of murders in Boston. One of the characteristics was that a victim's belongings would be left at the new crime scene. Hotch came to Boston to help with the case, but the sheriff made a deal with the serial killer known as the Boston Grim Reaper. The sheriff would no longer investigate the case and no longer pursue the Boston Grim Reaper, and he would stop killing. The agreement was indeed implemented. For ten years, there were no more murders with the same characteristics in Boston. But now, the sheriff had passed away. Before he died, he told Hotch the truth and asked for Hotch's help, hoping that they could catch the Boston Grim Reaper. Now, there was another murder in Boston.
"The Boston Grim Reaper is driven by the desire to control."
"Then why did he ask for the conditions to stop?" Prentiss asked.
"Killing gives him power. But after killing so many times, the pleasure has diminished. So he decided to change his strategy. He asked for the conditions to make him feel that he has the most power. This is incomparable to killing." Hotch analyzed.
"He won, but why did he start killing again?" JJ shrugged, looking puzzled.
"Because the only person who knows that he won, the person who made the deal with him, is dead," Morgan, who was sitting next to JJ, answered.
"Narcissistic killers need others to recognize their power," Rossi said.
"In the book 'The Night of the Grim Reaper,' the author hinted that he was arrested or died because of other cases." Reid picked up the book on the table. It was written by someone based on the story of the Boston Grim Reaper. "Maybe he wants to correct this misunderstanding."
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