The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 260

"Can you let us go!"

However, unexpectedly, when everyone followed Rossi to the door of a dilapidated old house, they received neither warm welcome nor cold resistance.

It was an emotional questioning from the eldest daughter of the family.

"What did you say?" Rossi was a little stunned.

"You have to stop all this. We thought that if you deliberately didn't return your calls, you would give up and stop pestering us."

The eldest daughter Connie looked extremely excited. Although she didn't say anything bad, her attitude was very unfriendly. Jack was a little unhappy and wanted to step forward, but was blocked by the thoughtful Jie Jie, who shook her head at him imperceptibly.

Rossi tried to explain, "I know it's hurtful, but I just want someone to pay for the death of your parents."

"We don't care about that anymore," Connie yelled almost hysterically.

"It's been 20 years, we have to forget about this and move on, please, don't bother us, don't you think we're not bad enough?"

Perhaps because of hearing her voice, a young man and woman walked out of the house. They were her younger brother and younger sister. Neither of them spoke. They just stood behind their older sister with their arms folded, watching everyone in BAU coldly.

"Sorry, I won't bother you any more." Seeing that Connie was about to collapse emotionally, Rossi didn't explain any more, turned around and was about to leave.

Jack opened the car door again and was about to leave. Anyway, their goal was achieved. Although it hurt Rossi a lot, it could at least free him from the vortex of guilt.

"Don't give me any more gifts every year." Connie's last words made everyone in the BAU turn around.

If there wasn't a stupid person present, Rosie wouldn't be able to give them gifts every year. It would be an extremely bad reminder and would only arouse the resentment of the victim.

Rossi even funded this family in a disguised way before and in private, and it is impossible to make such a low-level mistake.

Sure enough, just listen to Connie continue, "We don't need those gifts, those things will only remind us of the worst day of our lives."

"I've never given you any presents." Rossi looked back at her suspiciously, and everyone else stopped getting into the car, feeling a sense of hope in their hearts.

"Hello, my name is Jennifer Jeange, liaison officer for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Operations Team. These are my colleagues you are meeting."

Jiejie quickly walked up to the three people who were in shock, "Can I see the gifts you received?"

"We are all here for the murder of your parents twenty years ago. Agent Rossi has always been obsessed with this case and vowed to bring the murderer to justice, but he is a veteran who is proficient in psychology and extremely compassionate. Agent."

Jiejie paused, and explained in a low voice, "So, we suspect that these gifts may come from."

She did not continue speaking, but the three young men obviously understood what she meant.

"Connie, please come in, I think they are all good people." The second son, George, took the initiative to open the door behind him.

"But." Connie seemed a little hesitant.

"Please, we've had enough of you waking up suddenly in the middle of the night. If they can really find the murderer, at least we don't have to worry all the time."

Although Alicia, the little girl with gothic makeup, spoke very aggressively, the meaning in her words expressed her concern for her elder sister.

"Come in, everyone, let's get those toys." The brothers and sisters took the initiative to invite everyone into the house, leaving the eldest sister Connie who was still at a loss, and went up to the attic to search.

Soon, the big table in the living room was filled with plush toys of all sizes, twenty or thirty of them.

"Is it all here?" Rossi picked it up and checked carefully, while Emily took a photo with her mobile phone and sent it to Garcia.

"Sorry, I can only find these, and we have thrown away quite a few." Alicia said.

"I wish you would have told me about this sooner."

Rossi's expression didn't know whether to cry or laugh. As he said before, as long as there is one more clue, maybe the answer is right in front of him.

But because of some minor misunderstandings, it took twenty years for such a crucial clue to be revealed to him.

"We always thought you sent it, because only you still remember us."

As soon as Connie finished speaking, the tears she was holding back burst into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you before."

Jack on the side grinned, this is so rare, these three children who lost their parents since childhood did not smoke D, and did not fall into prostitution. Judging from their clothes and the layout of the house, their lives are quite poor, but they still stick to some fundamentals. limit.

Even her outlook was not distorted and she had considerable empathy, which was simply a miracle. Jack thought of the grandmother of the children mentioned by Rosie. She must be an amazing woman.

Emily carefully inspected the materials of these plush toys with gloves on, "They are all cheap dolls."

"How did these toys get to you?" Rosie asked.

"Usually it's in the front porch at night, around 'that time' of the year, but this time I found it in my car."

Connie's expression became a little unnatural, "My car was parked outside the place where I was working."

"So you're being followed? Have you noticed who it is?"

Rossi also knew that the profession of a stripper made her a little ashamed to speak, so she didn't ask in detail.

"It was a pickup truck. I thought it was you. I was really dizzy. I shouldn't have suspected it was you. The insomnia during this period made me very anxious. I haven't slept well for many days."

Connie apologized to Rosie again.

Rosie didn't know how to comfort her. The last time they met, the girl standing in front of him was just a 10-year-old girl, and now she was a 30-year-old adult woman.

He could only force his attention back to the current focus.

"Can you try to recall the details? About that pickup truck."

Connie shook her head, still apologetic in her tone, "It should be an old-fashioned Ford pickup, but at the time it had its headlights on, I didn't even notice the color, er, it should be dark."

"Please give us some time, I need to discuss it with my team members."

After speaking, Rossi hurriedly left the family's house with everyone.

"Jack, tell me you didn't forget to bring your cigar this time."

Rossi walked behind the Saab bus they drove in and used the tall body to block the sight from the other side of the house.