Coordinates, Downtown Washington. In front of the fbi headquarters building.
Because it was a formal interview, I was wearing a stylish but dignified suit, tugging at my cuffs uncomfortably, and looked up at the building in front of me from the bottom up. There was quite a feeling of going deep into the tiger's den. I settled down and followed the crowds that came in and out, and then walked in.
Even in the early stages, the FBI has already eliminated many applicants because of background checks and abilities. However, the candidates who came to take the unified examination at this time still made me feel like I experienced the beginning of a university all over again. It's just that when the university starts, the students are all wearing sportswear and casual clothes, while the men and women at this time are dressed in suits and leather shoes, and the atmosphere is tense.
As instructed, all test-takers first attended an introduction session that lasted less than half an hour. At the introduction meeting, the staff of fbi explained the process of a round of unified interviews to everyone today. Different types of talents will be arranged to take the test in different places. For example, computer talents and law school graduates will have different interviewers than veterans.
Like most test takers, I didn't rush to the front to get the attention of an insider who might be the examiner. Because of the specific recruitment procedures of FBI, Dillon had already learned about his friend who is currently working in FBI before coming here, and explained it to me roughly. So I just sat casually at the back of the lecture hall.
In fact, sitting at the back puts yourself in a position where you can see the whole situation. I noticed that most of the people around me who were sitting in the back row with the same energy as me, were mostly candidates who were in the system themselves, or who had relatives and friends working in the system. There are not many young people my age, most of them are in their thirties and calm.
Twenty-year-old candidates are very active in the front row because of unknown and nervousness, scrambling to ask some questions that they think can reflect their wisdom, hoping to arouse FBI's special treatment.
Standing on the podium, the blonde middle-aged lady in a dark blue OL outfit continued, as if she didn't see their activity, and continued without any change in her tone: "Each examinee will be handed out their own test number, according to Take the test in the order of the test numbers called. If a test is not passed, the test taker will be notified immediately and eliminated..."
Her voice was gradually carried away from the thoughts in my head, and I began to recall the precautions that Dillon had given me earlier.
The FBI's recruitment process starts with a basic three-hour cognitive test, as well as a behavioral and logical thinking test. If you have indicated on your resume that you know a second language, you will go through a written test on speaking and writing skills.
Next is the physical fitness test, because most of the detectives are field personnel, and many FBI clerks are actually retired from the front line. Therefore, candidates may also participate in the pursuit of guns, so we must pass at least two rounds of physical fitness tests, and finally screen candidates who can perform field work.
Recruiters fbi are most concerned about the candidate's teamwork skills, communication skills, initiative and leadership. However, if after a detailed background investigation, FBI believes that there are doubts, but it is a pity that the applicant's knowledge and skills are very good, and it is a pity that this type of applicant will face a special interview investigation.
Like me, I think I'll be greeted by the 'Psychopath Checklist (pcl-r)' test that I've done countless times, Robert Hare devised in 1991. I have practiced this test method countless times since I was in a mental hospital at the beginning of my rebirth, and when I finished my doctorate study not long ago. Either I am the testee, or I am the tester.
This technique profiled a person to the extent that their performance matched the 20 essential characteristics of a psychopath, and the test had to be conducted by a specially trained and qualified psychologist. My goal is to not show anything wrong on the test and get a final score in the low thirties, preferably between nineteen and twenty-two.
Nineteen to twenty-two is the average crime score for the average person, and I don't want to go too far to get a low score and cause unnecessary suspicion.
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"Number 1310545, you are the next one, please prepare in advance."
At this point I was sitting outside a certain interview room waiting, and I was alerted by the man who came out to call before my predecessor, an apparent ex-professional police officer, was called in. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and the exam started at ten in the morning and lasted four hours.
Even if the FBI's applicant test elimination process is set up very efficiently, too many applicants still make the queue waiting for the test for a long time. Immediately after completing three rounds of physical fitness tests, plus two additional rounds of marksmanship and defense tests that should only be required by soldiers and police, I was immediately called out of this special interview room.
There were not many people waiting in line outside the interview room, but it was diverse. Police, lawyers, and Chinese computer experts who look very nerdy. It seems that this is an interview for special talents, because the position to be held is particularly important, or the past experience makes the FBI have some doubts and the interview is arranged.
The Chinese computer expert sitting next to me is Li Guiran, who happens to be the number one behind me. Li Guiran's physical fitness test of course failed in the second round, but in the end he was called here for an interview. My guess is that his parents were first-generation immigrants, and he must be a hacker himself.
I learned this information while chatting with him. In fact, even if he has not started to be called in by the fbi, I can see that he is obviously just a very simple otaku, a banana man. There is no deep scheming and background, but if you fail the physical fitness test and can continue to take the test, that ability must have been regarded by others and determined by default.
After more than 20 minutes, the policeman who had been called in before walked out with his head down in embarrassment. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his hands hanging by his sides, fists clenched tightly. It seems that because the previous case handling was too radical, he was eliminated in the psychological test.
"Number 1310545, it's your turn. Number 1315233, please get ready, you'll be the next number."
I responded with a nod, stood up calmly, buttoned the suit that I had unbuttoned because of sitting down, and walked into the door of the interview room evenly.
The door of the "Kata" room was locked behind me, and the man in a suit walked up to me in a few steps to lead the way, bypassing a wall that blocked the view of the door, and pushed open a glass sliding door again.
I followed him and saw the scale of the interviewer inside. God, there is a full table, a total of six examiners! And in the open space in front of them, in the center of the room, there was a lonely desk and chair. There is a piece of white paper and a pen on it.
It seems that the interview this time is not as easy to deal with as I thought before. Could it be that this interview will be related to the latest reform policy of the fbi? Although various thoughts flashed through my mind quickly, the shallow smile on my face remained unmoved. I greeted the six examiners and walked up to sit in that seat.
After I sat down, I began to seriously look at the interviewer in front of me. Then first a familiar face came into my eyes, Hochner! The supervisor of the bau group is actually free to participate in such a small interview? I couldn't help frowning.
Looking further down, they were basically examiners who could tell at a glance that they were federal employees with a rather official attitude, except for the man sitting on the opposite side of Hoechner, which made me very hard to see through.
With hair waxed and undisturbed hair, a delicate hand-made custom suit, pointed shoes, and a secret face on his face, people can't see his thoughts at all. This person gave me a very familiar feeling, with a gentleman's restrained smile on his face that should make people feel like a spring breeze, but I felt very infiltrating and hypocritical.
"Applicant No. 1310545, Brian Moss." The interviewer sitting in the middle picked up my resume and previous results of physical fitness and basic tests, and said. "Psychology expert, Stanford graduate doctor, recommended by many professors and experts. But can you tell me why your physical fitness test shows that you have received professional training in fighting and grappling?"
I turned my eyes away from the strange man, and responded calmly to the interviewer's interrogation: "Because my boyfriend is a retired military officer, he gave me these Self-defense defense. And gun shooting is also through his training, the contact we made at the amateur shooting range.”
"Dillon Sago, a former Navy SEAL captain." Another female interviewer flipped through the documents in her hand, fixed her gaze on the spouse column, and nodded.
"In addition to this, we also have some questions about your past experience, and I hope you can cooperate with our inquiry." The main interviewer also confirmed it, and then continued: "In the previous medical record file, you were in Growing up in a psychiatric facility, the initial diagnosis was PTSD."
"The first time I was discharged from the hospital after I was fifteen years old, but I was sent back a month later. This time, the diagnosis was rebellious personality disorder." Surprisingly, the strange man who had looked at me before was fighting. After interrupting the interviewer's words, he made an excuse. "Three years later, he was judged to be cured and discharged from the hospital again, and he was directly and indirectly involved in two homicides with great influence at the time."
He didn't even glance at my resume, but looked directly at me and came with his mouth open. Apparently this person had already remembered my case clearly, and my heart sank. Because I suddenly remember who this man is! He looks very familiar, yes, because I've seen his face many times in academic journals on psychology!
Hannibal Lecter can be said to be a well-known psychologist in the industry. Young and accomplished. The professors who brought me have used the metaphor of me as Hannibal Second many times, so the name has long been familiar to me.
But I, who have always been indifferent and uninterested in the outside world, never thought of actually going on a pilgrimage, traveling more than half of the United States to listen to one of his public lectures, or simply google his appearance. That's what made me think about it now!
He looked at my expression, obviously knowing that I recognized who he was, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose again.
He continued in a silky tone: "The FBI suspects that your symptoms are not rebellion personality disorder, but antisocial personality disorder. The so-called cure is just being smart and learning to fake yourself. But now you're new again. You're a psychologist, and the general counseling doctor class can't handle you, so I'm here to help you with the test."
I felt that the back of my neck couldn't help breaking out a cold sweat. I thought it was just to clear a level and fight a small boss, but when I got there, I found that my level was far from enough, because the one who appeared in front of me was the big boss of the devil. .
Although I was a little flustered, I quickly told myself to calm down. Anyway, even if it was discovered that my sociopathic disorder did exist, the worst outcome would be to be eliminated from the interview. And am I not sure that my situation has really improved
After calming down, I nodded and said, "Of course, I will cooperate with the test. You must know that before the age of eighteen, my personality was not mature and stable, and a temporary diagnosis could not explain anything. But I believe that the final result will tell you, I am now in a state of mind that is perfectly suited to take on the duties of an FBI agent."
"Very good." His silky voice was neither high nor low, but it grabbed the attention of everyone present. Including Hotchner, they listened to him with a humble and serious look. "Then let's start with the easiest."
"Tell me, have you had many short-term cohabitation relationships?"
"No, sir. Before Dillon, I only had an affair with a model named Chris at America's Next Top Model, but we didn't go any further. It's fair to say that my past relationship is more than it is now. Most young Americans are missing a lot."
It's a lifestyle test, because the average antisocial personality disorder attracts the men and women around you because of its superficial glamour. But after they really get along, normal people will find that they are not right and want to end the relationship.
"But you did a lot of reality shows before you went on to get your PhD in psychology. Tell me, is this because you really like to get attention and show your charisma?"
"Dr. Lecter," I said with a smile, "to be honest, I do have the narcissistic personality trait. But the reason I'm on the reality show is basically for the bonus."
"And I won't shy away from saying that I like to dominate the conversation, just like you." The smirk on my face and the rate of speech were almost identical to his questioning. "So this kind of simple question really doesn't mean anything, does it? As a psychology expert, I can easily answer the perfect answer."
"So let's just go straight to a more in-depth test." I was determined to give it a go, because there was no guarantee that this man would see clues from my facial expressions. These questions may seem simple, but I'm more likely to overdo my performances because of the tension that's building up.
Sometimes being too perfect is a mistake. Because no one's personality is completely perfect. Yin and yang are intertwined, and a normal person also has a dark side. It is better for me to directly admit some of my personality shortcomings, and then make a perfect response later where I really need to cover up.
Hannibal Lecter's hand, which was resting on the table with ease, naturally let go after I said this. But I noticed that he sat up straight, and his face was more serious about the interview. But this seriousness only came straight to me. He didn't feel the slightest sense of those adoring eyes staring at him around him!
Damn it! This guy is also a total sociopath! And compared to the analogy of a fox, this man is a highly poisonous snake, the king of people in the jungle!
Well, I don't have to worry now. Even if he made any mistakes in the psychological analysis of the next three layers of drawing, he would not worry about being exposed by him. Because, in fact, he doesn't care about the FBI's rule system at all, right? However, I accidentally caught the attention of yet another sociopath!
But this time, I met a thousand-year-old demon, not a little scoundrel who has only practiced for a few years and is not at home at all.
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It wasn't until I walked out the door of the interview room that I had the feeling of being a human again. The air was different from the freshness inside. After Li Guiran was called in, I wiped the sweat from the back of my neck and temples inconspicuously.
The room wasn't hot at all, but I was sweating a lot. That's because when I was targeted by predators, my natural instincts issued a warning, and my whole body was in an excited state of preparation.
"Hey! Have you passed?" A woman sitting in front of Li Gui gave me an interesting look and asked with a nervous smile.
"Thank goodness, almost." I subconsciously put on a gentle smirk, stimulated by Dr. Lecter. "It's your turn next? Come on, I hope we can see you at the Virginia headquarters!" I casually sent an innocent blessing, I turned around and walked steadily, but my heart quickly left the scope of the room as if running away .