While cursing inwardly, I made a panicked expression and turned around with my hands raised. The man in front of him had meticulously combed hair, with slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He was wearing a formal suit and leather shoes, and he held the gun steadily in both hands.
"f...fbi?! I...I'm just an ordinary student! Not a suspicious person!" I said incoherently.
At this moment, the two people who were originally in the watch shop also pushed open the door and walked out. The man wearing a gentleman's hat took off his hat, his black curly hair was not messy, and his magnificent light blue-green eyes were breathtaking. Damn familiar.
He looked at the FBI who aimed the gun at me, and said, "The old man is dead, we are a step late." As soon as he said this, Peter looked in my direction.
I stared at the man and cried out, "Neil Caffrey?!" It seemed like a surprised reaction, but the moment I saw Neil take off his hat, the thought was already in my mind. Turned around.
I ran into him by chance in New York when I was running for America's Next Top Model, and helped a careless con artist, Mr. Neal Caffrey, to catch a suspect who was on the run. I remember at the time I was still wondering what kind of character Tom was who caught this sly Jerry. Now it seems that he is the fbi who is not easy to talk at all.
In this situation, it can be called a trouble or an opportunity.
If you can get in touch with this fraud master, you can learn a thing or two from him. In the future, even when you want to approach Dexter, you don't have to worry about being suspected by some intuition animals. You must know that Dexter's recent academic ambition is medicine. After graduation, he plans to go to the Miami Police Department as a forensic doctor.
There's nowhere more than an intuitive animal in a police station. A keen awareness of criminals, as well as sophisticated experience.
Being able to understand the psychology of others and being able to easily deceive others and manipulate the psychology of the opposite are two different things. I am familiar with all kinds of psychology books, and I also practice profiling in my life. But if you want to manipulate the psychological changes of the other party, you need the always superb language skills like a fraud master like Neil Caffrey.
Even if I can't let him teach by words and deeds, if I can get in touch with him more, I'm sure I can learn the subject of language art and the application of my own charm from my observation of him.
Neil Caffrey heard me calling out his name, turned his head to look at me suspiciously, and said suspiciously: "Are you...? Ah! Did you remind me not long ago in the New York hypermarket? the boy?"
"Yeah, for the sake of helping you once, can you let Mr. FBI put down the muzzle of my gun for a while?" I put a tepid smile on my face, looking at Peter Finally the gun was removed from me and the insurance was put on. Although he still looked at me warily, ready to take action, at least I was no longer stabbed in the face by a loaded gun.
"How did you find out that it was Nora Brown, and gave Neil a hint?" Peter demanded.
I made an innocent look and explained, "Yeah! Don't you know? I was sitting at the table next to Mr. Caffrey, and I could see Gerald Brown's hand clearly from my angle. He The hands on my thighs beat rhythmically, because I used to be a dancer, so I'm very sensitive to rhythm."
"And then it happened that I was also interested in Morse code. The rhythm of his finger tapping made me realize that he was using Morse code, sending messages to others to go, get out, etc. Then just glance at the book bar at the time. People, you can see that Nora Brown's behavior is very unnatural. After that, I went to the front desk to confirm her name, and my guess was correct."
A well-founded explanation, no place for doubt.
Both Peter and Neal Caffrey were apparently surprised by my no-nonsense explanation. After Peter reacted, he turned his head and laughed at his peacock: "It seems that there are people who are smarter than you, there are still people in this world! Only you don't have to be on the right path!" At the end of the sentence, there was a bit of a slander. .
It seems that this criminal-fbi partnership is quite good
After Neil Caffrey heard Peter's words, he instantly screamed like a fox with fried fur: "I just habitually stare into other people's eyes and talk, so I didn't notice the little movements on his hands, okay! It's polite to look each other in the eyes! Polite!"
It is also a skill, I secretly added it in my mind. Looking into other people's eyes and talking can make people with a guilty conscience nervous, make strangers feel respected, and in a word, it can make the words that come out of one's own mouth more impressive.
And when you want to deceive or persuade the other party, it will be more persuasive if the tone is flat and the speed of speech is steady. This is a summary I once read in a book on how to be more effective in sales pitches.
"You also noticed the unnaturalness of Nora Brown among so many people in the book club at that time through your own observation? You know, old Brown is an old cheater. I don't believe that Nora Brown did not learn from her father. This knowledge. This is not something ordinary people can do!" Neil seemed to joke and praise.
But I know that if I can't give an appropriate response to this sentence, the suspicious label will probably be written on me. I blinked and said with a slightly embarrassed look: "I'm just good at observation, because I'm a psychology student, I've always been interested in micro-expression language. When I'm bored, I like to look around me. people."
Neal Caffrey was obviously very satisfied with my answer, and came over and stretched out his right hand to formally introduce himself to me. "What's your name? I'm Neal Caffrey, you already know it." He smiled and blinked.
"Karl Black!" I laughed eight teeth. Killing two birds with one stone, even if I get searched for the fake ID, as long as Neil doesn't tell the truth, the name on the fake passport will be my real name. And also a name certified in front of an FBI agent.
Neil Caffrey's FBI department is a white-collar crime department. Very little contact with criminal case departments like the bau group I've been in contact with.
"Okay Neil, we now need to ask this Mr. Carl Black about the old man." Peter rolled his eyes exaggeratedly in disguise, apparently disobeying Neil's behavior of not following the FBI's procedures.
He asked me with a serious expression: "Can you tell me why you came to San Francisco from New York and went to the watch shop in this remote side street? I am now interrogating you as a suspect in the murder inside. ."
"Okay, okay!" I made a helpless expression, "First of all, I really came here to travel. Today, I happened to walk around the old streets of San Francisco on foot, and saw this rare watch shop in the metropolis. I'm going to go in and take a look if I'm curious."
"After I went in, I saw that there was no one in the store, and the door behind the counter was still wide open. I called the owner several times, but no one answered. I was curious and wanted to go in and have a look. I thought this was a watch shop. The owner of the shop is just asleep, so I can wake him up and let him introduce me to the antique wall clock in the shop."
"I'm still very interested in this retro little thing, and how can he fall asleep when it is clearly written that the door is open." I spread my hands, "Who knew that he would see the body when he went in." I saw Neil Caffrey gave me a vague smile when I mentioned that I was interested in retro little things.
"Then why didn't you call the police the first time you saw the body?" Peter frowned and continued to ask.
"Because I'm afraid of trouble!" I pretended to be embarrassed when I was caught. "Look, this is the situation now. If I call the police on the spot, I will be taken to the police station to make a record. This will ruin my vacation. I am here on vacation, not to find a new one for myself. I have many things to do." Selfishness is afraid of trouble, and I vividly interpret the mentality of an unreliable young man.
"...And I didn't plan to ignore it at all. I just wanted to go back and find a public phone to call the police anonymously." I said innocently, "Who knew that you would come in as soon as I turned around. I was afraid that you would also see the body and treat me as a The suspect wanted to leave quickly."
Peter was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Show me your documents." Sure enough, he was waiting here!
I bowed my head helplessly, took out the fake ID I just got from my bag and handed it out. Peter took it in his hand and looked at it, then handed it to Neil who was standing beside him. Obviously, he also wants to let this real master of imitation verify the authenticity.
"Speaking of which, I really like the old wall clock produced in 1993 in the store. I heard from friends who have visited this store here, that the needle stopped at 11:03 and there was a very special moment. Story." I said casually, looking at the wall clock in the store looking very relaxed.
The old wall clock produced in 1993, the time stopped at 11:03. This is the store owner's unified pick-up code. I heard Neil call out the store manager's name, the old man, and the squat man who came out behind him, who hasn't said a word until now, has a sad expression on his face. I know that they must be familiar with the manager of this store.
They shouldn't embarrass the shop owner's customers.
Sure enough, after hearing what I said, Neil glanced at me without a trace, and a trace of interest flashed in his eyes again, and after turning the document up and down in his hand, he said, "It's true, he also looks like Not like the old man's guest."
My words caused Neil's reaction, and the short, stout man standing behind him also turned his head and glanced at me.
In the end, I was picked up by Peter and gently put down. They were clearly following a criminal gang, and my suspicions were cleared when Neil confirmed that he had seen me at Eastside University. I really looked like a student traveling from New York to San Francisco.
Neil left me his cell phone number and said he would invite me to dinner and chat after this case was over. Peter glanced at me as he said the phone number.
I think, it is estimated that Neil left his cell phone number that was monitored by the fbi. This was apparently done to reassure Peter. I accepted it with a smile, and of course I knew what he wanted to talk to me about.