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

"I agree with your judgment that this is not a code, but if these numbers represent fractions and are intended to express some kind of probability, then the person who wrote them down was a bit careless.

Many of them are not reduced, such as 9/12, 12/15, so I judge that this is a set of statistical numbers. The latter numbers include the former, which indicates the number of times a certain situation occurs. "

Because Red was busy with a case, Jack sent those strange numbers to Chris first last night. After that, he chatted with Reacher until late at night. He had just got up and was still brushing his teeth when he received a call from the accountant.

"The problem is that we still don't know what this specifically refers to. We have found nothing except these two files. We have checked the USB drive and there is no sign of any deleted files." Jack answered vaguely while brushing his teeth.

Chris's tone of voice was almost flat when he was talking about business. "I don't like to make assumptions, but I found that the total number of groups registered on each page of this document is 27 on the fifth page, and 26 on the rest."

"What does this mean?" Jack rinsed his mouth clean, picked up the towel and began to wash his face.

"First of all, we can confirm that this data can be placed on one page, but it is divided into 7 pages. Since we know that the data on each page has its specific meaning,

"Uh, Chris," Jack, who was confused, interrupted Chris's explanation, "Just tell me the conclusion."

"I think each page represents one month, and this is a continuous record of data for 7 months." Chris readily agreed.

Jack paused while twisting the towel. "But as far as I know, except for February, uh, excluding leap years, every month has at least 2 or 30 days."

At this point he was suddenly stunned. As a civil servant, he suddenly realized what he had overlooked, "Remove the single day off on Sunday?"

"Yes, that's right. If you work six days a week, then excluding February, the number of days you work is either 2 or 26, unless the first of the month happens to be a Sunday and the month only has 27 days."

Chris seemed to be able to see what Jack was going to do through the phone. "No need to look at the calendar. It should be the last seven months of this year, April to October, excluding statutory holidays."

"That sounds a bit inhumane." Jack muttered as he hung up the towel, picked up his phone and went back to the living room, where he placed the A4 in front of him and pretended to look at it.

"Did you find anything else?"

"There is another strange thing. If we count by month, the data gets worse as the months go by, especially the last month, 10/15, 14/21, the difference between the numbers before and after is even more appalling.

If this was some kind of experiment, this is very unusual and suggests that the experiment is failing.”

It can be heard that Chris really enjoys this simple data analysis work. It's rare for him to say so many words at once.

Jack sighed, "Then we'd better pray that this isn't some biochemical vaccine experiment. Originally, 10 out of 9 mice died, and 12 out of 11 died. Later, the results got better and better, with only 15 out of 10 and 21 out of 14 dying."

对面的克里斯一阵沉默，好半天才憋出一句，“那不应该是1/10、1/12然后变成10/15、14/21才对吗？”

Jack laughed, "Just a joke."

However, his good mood did not last long, because just as he hung up the phone and prepared breakfast, Danny with a sullen face and Stella with an equally ugly look came together.

After listening to the two people's explanation, Jack hurried upstairs and was about to wake up Reacher who was still asleep. As soon as he reached the door, he heard a loud shout from inside, "No!"

Jack was startled and pushed the door open with his shoulders slightly lowered. He saw Reacher, sweating profusely, sitting up from the bed with a ferocious expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Having a nightmare?" Jack felt relieved.

"I dreamed of Franz." Reicher did not hide it and took a few deep breaths.

"Come down as soon as possible. I have bad news to tell you." Jack didn't say anything more and closed the door with the broken lock.

-

"In the past few days, the CSI New York laboratory has been working with the local police department to search the Catskill Mountains where your friend's body was found, trying to find new clues, but due to a lack of manpower, progress is very slow.

We found two more bodies yesterday evening. Although the weather conditions did not allow for serious decay, they were eaten by animals and could not be identified by their faces until our forensic doctor found a tattoo on the back of one of the bodies that looked like a military service number.

Stella said as she pushed the two documents on the table toward Reacher.

Reacher had already guessed something. He took a deep breath, opened the folder, and stared at the photo of the corpse inside in a daze.

There was not much information in the folder. The two bodies belonged to Jose Sanchez and Manuel Orozco, who were both Reacher's colleagues and former members of the 110 Special Investigation Team.

"When Orozco joined the Army, his sister was very worried that if he died in battle, he would be listed as missing because his body would be difficult to identify or his identification tag would be lost.

So he got his name and service number tattooed on his back, just to appease his dearest sister, which was kind of stupid, but Orozco didn’t care.”

Reacher's expression was half-smile, as if he was telling an interesting story.

When some people are extremely angry, you cannot see any clues from their expressions, but they will be awakened by nightmares in their sleep, such as their dead comrades suddenly appear in front of them with blood coming out of all seven orifices and shouting for them to avenge them.

Jack didn't know what Reacher dreamed about in his nightmare, but he knew that the city of New York was in big trouble, and he was even secretly glad at this moment.

Instead of figuring out how to solve the case while notifying the big guy through other channels, he flew to find him in person as soon as possible.

When he thought about how he almost had to follow this big guy around to clean up the bodies, he felt overwhelmed. New York was not a remote town in some rural state. Even Margrave's little mess was cleaned up by the IRS.

As one of the leaders of the FBI's Most Wanted Criminals Team in New York, the last thing Jack wants to see is his friend's photo appearing on the wanted list.

"I will personally notify Orozco's sister. She is his only relative, Detective Reagan, right? Can you help call Sanchez's mother?" Reacher's tone was frighteningly calm.

At this time, Jack was considering another problem.

“Do you have any way to contact other members of the 110 Special Investigation Team? From the report, the injuries on Sanchez and Orozco are very consistent with Franz’s.

This means that they were also tortured and thrown out of the helicopter, and died a day or two after Franz."

Danny was also a soldier, and he could relate to what happened to Reacher. "Maybe you can make a list. The murderer could be someone who has a grudge against your group."

"I'll do all of these, but before I do, I have a question." Reacher said, looking at Jack.

Jack sighed and said, "I'll give you enough weapons, but you have to promise not to leave me alone, otherwise I will immediately inform Joey and drag him into this mess. You don't want me to do that, do you?"

"You have my guarantee." Reacher took the phone Jack had given him and strode upstairs without looking back.

Jack watched his back disappear before turning to Stella and saying, "I need help from the CSI lab."

Then he wrote her the address of Franz’s office that he had visited yesterday, “I know that the NYPD’s evidence team has searched this office, and now I need the CSI lab to help fill in the gaps.

The damage there is quite serious. Don't waste time on trace evidence. I need you to help find clues from a different angle."