Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 432 Plot Breaker (Third Update)
Love is always the best antidote.

After a phone call from Rui Dela, Patrick, who was in a trance and had self-abuse tendencies, could not use calmness to relieve his condition, under the doctor's shocked eyes, his condition was relieved at a speed beyond light...

Two days later!
Under Patrick's cannibalistic eyes, his attending doctor signed his name on the discharge form very sincerely.

In fact.

When Brian and Matt left the city hospital with a well-dressed Patrick, a black commercial vehicle was parked in the hospital parking lot.

"Zhou, is that Patrick Jane in this hospital?"

"Yes, Mr. Jian was in a very bad state of mind after the murder, and was sent to the hospital by emergency personnel that night for emergency treatment."

"Okay, go up first."

Wearing a black business coat with a bright logo pinned to her waist was Inspector Teresa Lisbon of the California Bureau of Investigation.

Next to her with a serious smile and a figure of less than 1.7 meters is her Chinese team member, Jinbao Zhou.

As for the thin and tall one on the other side, it is another effective detective, Wayne Rigby.

After the Bloody John case was handed over to their team, they decided to visit Patrick today to see if they could get some useful clues.

only……

Less than 15 minutes.

The Lisbon trio walked out of the hospital again.

Jinbao Zhou said without any fluctuation in tone: "Do you need to send someone to Patrick Jane's house?"

Lisbon seemed unwilling to uncover Patrick's [scar] and after thinking for a while, he said: "Forget it, we have already investigated it before. Patrick Jane has no motive for committing the crime. How about the other clue?"

"The patrolmen have been brought to the office."

"Well, go back, if you find any clues, it won't be too late to find him."

"Yes."

outside Sacramento.

Boom!

Mark heard the sound and looked up at the sky. The cloudless sky did not seem to be in the rhythm of wind, rain and thunder.

It seems that there was a daytime thunder rhythm in Los Angeles last time.

Could it be that you are rewarding me, the plot spoiler?
Mark rubbed his chin and thought in his mind.

squeak!
There was a knock on the door behind him.

Mark said without turning his head: "Can't sleep because of the reunion?"

Rui Dela, who just walked out of the room, smiled a little embarrassedly.

Mark turned around and looked at the look of anticipation flashing across Redella's face, and couldn't help but smile.

There is true love in the world.

Paused.

Mark directly took out three document bags from his arms and handed them directly to Rui Dela.

"This is?"

"You and Patrick also have Sherlock's new ID and driver's license."

"……I do not quite understand."

Mark looked up at the dazed Redella and explained: "Officially speaking, you and Sherlock are dead and don't exist anymore."

Rhydra: "..."

These three brand new IDs were sent to him by an agent from the California Federal Bureau of Investigation yesterday.

It wasn't Mark who helped with it.

It is clear.

That Bloody John had a clear purpose from the very beginning.

Teach a fake psychic a lesson with no shame.

Then drive him out of California to be out of sight and out of mind.

This is a very good move.

The fact that Redela and Sherlock died was settled first, and finally a new identity document without any hidden dangers was sent, so that Mark couldn't find any reason to go crazy and agreed to take such a step.

No villain is an idiot.

Shaking his head, Mark looked at Redela who was holding his ID card in his hand and said, "In short, you can't stay in California anymore. What do you think of Hawaii?"

Redela was still in a daze.

I was digesting a problem, didn't she live well, how could she be killed?
at this time.

A blue bridge car drove through the woods and along the path towards the forest cabin where Mark fell.

As soon as the car stopped, the rear door was opened.

A man in a vest with a blond haired chicken head got out of the car like the wind and ran towards Mark at a superhuman speed of [-] meters.

Look carefully.

The man was trembling all over, and there seemed to be two traces of tears hanging on his thick bearded cheeks...

O man!

Mark disappeared in place as soon as he moved.

What is going to be staged in the following place is a touching drama of lost and found, a drama belonging to two people.

Mark had no intention of getting involved.

Wait until it appears again.

Mark was already standing in front of Brian.

"mark……"

"Ok?"

"I never asked how you found it, did you bring it out of hell?"

"...That's right."

"..."

Integrity and sincerity Ma, as long as it is promised, Mark has always been trustworthy.

and.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence brought out of hell.

If he didn't know Patrick, shouldn't the current Redra and Sherlock be in hell?
quite a while.

The voice that sounded like a child crying behind him still didn't disappear, instead there was a constant illusion.

After Mark extinguished the cigarette butt, he finally couldn't help but said, "Hey, that's enough, we haven't left yet."

The words just fell.

Not far away, a man and a woman separated like lightning when they were smashed into bed by their parents in high school.

It directly attracted Sherlock, who was playing alone, to cast a puzzled look.

Soon.

"...Thank you!" Patrick said sincerely to Mark, holding Redela's right hand tightly, as if he didn't intend to let go.

Mark waved his hand directly and said: "Forget it, just get rid of your poisonous tongue. It's true that you want to become a psychic to get rich, but analyzing a killer who hasn't been caught is inflation."

Patrick nodded with lingering fear, hastily expressing that he must accept this opinion.

As for accepting it but whether it can be changed, that's not Mark's problem.

The doomed fate Mark was untied.

but then...

If Patrick still can't get rid of this problem, what unknown serial killer will he provoke?
Go to hell to find Mephisto dignitaries because of this matter?

Mark said he couldn't afford to lose face.

Subsequently.

Mark repeated what he had just said to Rui Dela, and then said to Patrick: "When the time comes, you will sign a power of attorney to Brian to help sell the house here, and you don't need to pack things up. Start from scratch." , I will go directly to the airport with me later, and after arriving in New York on my special plane, you will transfer directly to Honolulu, and someone will pick you up there. "

Deputy Director Cooper had previously served in Honolulu.

It just so happened that the house there hadn't been disposed of after he left...

Patrick was silent for a while, as if he was reluctant to leave California.

After all, California is home to the most native psychics.

Here he eats well, and makes a lot of money with his mouth.

But in Honolulu?
Polynesians don't seem to believe this much...

(End of this chapter)