Chapter 35 Chapter 33 FBI Headquarters
"Come in, come in. I think you know who I am?"
For Paula, meeting Robert Weber was like Ramses II inviting an Egyptian archaeologist to tea.She walked into the conference room, and the famous criminologist handed out transcripts to the four students who had taken the course.He has been retired for 10 years, but his deeds still inspire and influence the FBI.He revolutionized the science of crime by creating a new method of tracking criminals called the Psychological Profile.This is an advanced course offered by the FBI, with the aim of developing some gifted students around the world. Weber always personally evaluates the students, leaving a deep impression on the students, because the students can face-to-face with the great they admire Characters talk.
"Of course I know you, sir, and I want to tell you..."
"Yeah, already. You'd say it was an honor to know me, and so on. If I got a dollar for every time I heard that, I'd be a rich man!"
With the criminologist's nose buried in his deep creases, Paula reached into her trousers pocket and produced a crumpled bill and handed it to Weber.
"It's an honor to meet you."
Weber looked at the bill and laughed. It was a dollar, and he reached out to take it. He smoothed the money and put it in his coat pocket.
"Don't crumple the money, Miss Paula, they are the property of the United States Treasury."
But he smiled, liking the young woman's quick-witted response.
"I'll remember, sir."
Weber's face turned serious.Very stern look.It was a moment of truth, and every word he said hit the hearts of these young students like a hammer.
"You're weak, Miss Paula. You've just crossed the line on fitness tests and target practice. You have no character. Because your mind is easily divided in two, you give in immediately. You put the barricades in front of your opponent too easily. .”
Paula was stunned. It was unbearable that these living things had been dug out of her mind in less than a minute.And the fact that the high nose had no sympathy for her made her very sad.
"You're irrational. That's all right, but you've got to use what's inside of you. For that, you've got to learn to invent, learn to make amends, Miss Paula. Don't just follow the manual. Improvise, and you'll See different results. And be more strategic. This is my final assessment of you, and you turn it on after you leave the room."
Paula took the envelope tremblingly and opened the door, thankful that she could finally get out of here.
"One more thing, Miss Paula, what is the real motive of the serial killer?"
"It was his desire to kill, which was out of his control."
The old criminologist shook his head.
"You will find out when you get to where you should go. You haven't reached that level yet. You are listening to the book again, miss. Can you understand that a kind of torture can induce a murderer to commit a crime?"
"No, sir."
"Sometimes you have to forget all the psychology treatises. The real motive was the body, and analyzing the body of his victim made him feel like a work of art. The first thing you do when you enter the scene is look at his hands."
The first thing Paula did when she ran back to the dorm was to soak herself in the bathtub.When she felt that she was at peace enough, she opened the envelope.It took her half a day to figure out what was written on it.
She got the highest grades in all her classes and learned a lesson: things are not always what they seem.
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