Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 62 Lies (Please follow up! Please recommend!)

   "OK."

  Ryder nodded his head in agreement with what Joon said, but Roan frowned, pointing to the scars on Joang's elbow and asked:

   "What's wrong with your elbow?"

  Yoang was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the scar on his right elbow that had not fully healed, raised his head and said with a relaxed expression:

   "It was scratched by Nurse Rukia's cat.

  Her car broke down a few days ago. When I drove here to let me fix it, I didn't notice that the co-pilot of that car had a cat, so I accidentally got scratched by it. "

   Speaking of which, a white car just parked in front of the car repair shop. The corner of Yoon’s mouth trembled, and he cursed something in a low voice, but he still pointed to the driver of the white car and said:

   "That's her, she is Rukia, a nurse at the Maria Hospital next door."

  Roan and Ryder looked in the direction that Yoon pointed, and saw a strong white aunt struggling to get out of the driver's seat of the car, and then yelled into the car repair shop:

   "Boss! Fix the car!"

  “.”

   Seeing Nurse Lucia's burly figure, Ryder didn't react much, but the corner of Roan's mouth twitched, and a picture appeared in his mind instantly:

  A Russian aunt carrying a log.

   "Coming soon!"

   Shouted casually, Yoon turned his head to look at Roan and Ryder, and shrugged:

   "If there is nothing else, I will go to work first. I am afraid that the boss will scold me after you leave."

  Ryder was about to nod his head in agreement, but Roan shook his head and said:

   "No, Yoon, you can't go.

   You are not telling us the truth. "

   "what?"

  Hearing this, Joon's heart skipped a beat, he froze for a moment, and then his face was full of displeasure.

   Facing Ryder's puzzled eyes, Roan directly raised his right hand, put his elbow in front of his neck, fixed his eyes on Joon, and explained:

   "Only when you strangle someone's neck with your elbow and the opponent struggles, will the strangler's arm have the scars like yours.

  So, Yoon, answer me, what the **** is wrong with your arm? Are you sure it was a cat? What cat can scratch out six short transverse wounds? "

  After listening to Roan's explanation, Ryder came to his senses at this moment, so he hurriedly cast his eyes on Yoon, and subconsciously put his hand on the gun at his waist.

   "What nonsense are you talking about?"

  Hearing Roan's words, Yoon was shocked in his heart, and seeing Ryder's actions again, his heart sank, but he shouted angrily:

   "I already told you that these wounds are cat scratches! Do you think I'm lying because I'm black? Damn"

   "It has nothing to do with the color of your skin! It's just that you are lying!"

  Roan tilted his head and looked at Nurse Rukia, who didn't know why, but subconsciously leaned aside, and asked seriously:

   "Nurse Lucia, hello, I'm Agent Roan of the FBI. Yoon said that the wound on his arm was scratched by your cat. Is this true?"

  Hearing Roan's question, Rukia was taken aback for a moment, and just about to answer, Yoon's face changed drastically, and he rushed towards Ryder decisively, with both hands outstretched, the target was the pistol on Ryder's waist.

  Boom!

"ah-"

  A gunshot sounded, and Yoon clutched his right hand and wailed and collapsed to the ground.

   Also noticed Yoon's movement, but took a step back before preparing to draw his gun and shoot. Team Ryder turned to look at Roan with a solemn expression.

  He didn't expect Roan to be so fast.

  Calmly put away the Glock 18, Roan gave Ryder a look, motioning him to handcuff Yoon, and then said flatly:

   "According to federal law, lying to the FBI is a felony. Trying to **** an FBI agent's gun is even more of a felony. Congratulations, Yoon, I would like to propose a prison package. I hope you will have a good time in it."

   "Shit! Biaozi raised it"

  Yoang, who was handcuffed by Ryder, lay on the ground and yelled, showing no signs of regret. Roan kicked him unconscious, motioned Ryder to put him in the car, and then took out his Nokia to make a phone call.

   Half an hour later, Lacey took several swat team members to bring Yoon back to the FBI New York branch headquarters, while Roan and Ryder went to Yoon's home.

  On the way, I thought that Ryder had been silent for a long time and said to Roan:

   "Thank you, Roan."

"It doesn't matter."

   Roan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, replied casually. At this time, his attention was still on the victim-related materials in his hand. After hearing what Ryder said, he asked casually:

   "Ryder, do you think Yoon might be the murderer of this serial murder?"

"impossible."

  Hearing Roan's question, Ryder, who was driving, replied firmly:

   "This Yoon may have killed someone, but he is definitely not the serial murderer in this case."

"Oh why?"

  Roan raised his head and looked at Ryder with interest, not understanding why he was so sure.

  He remembered that Ryder seemed to have no research on analyzing the case, and would only follow orders.

   As for the analysis of criminal psychology, Ryder is even more clueless.

   "It's easy, Roan."

  Ryder, who was driving, grinned:

  "I heard a violent theory before, that is, 90% of the serial murderers in the United States are white. I don't believe that we are so lucky to meet a black serial murderer."

  Roan: "."

  Yoang's home is not far from the car repair shop. It is a brown bungalow that looks a bit dilapidated.

  The pitch-black SUV stopped slowly on the opposite side of the street. Roan and Ryder got out of the car, stepped over the shabby fence gate, and entered the yard directly.

  The two held the Glock in their hands, bent over and stood at the door of the house in a combat-ready posture, left and right. After counting down to three, Ryder kicked open the door and rushed in.

   "FBI!"

  Roan kept searching the various rooms in the house while shouting slogans.

"Safety."

"Safety!"

  The two of them checked the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, etc., and after finding no trace of anyone, Roan and Ryder returned to the living room of the room.

   casually found a small bag of white flour under the coffee table in the living room, Ryder curled his lips and threw it aside, then turned his head and asked:

   "Do you want to call the trace inspection team?"

   "Not for now."

  Roan shook his head, rejected Ryder's proposal, then frowned and scanned the room left and right, and even measured the width of the bedroom and living room step by step.

"What's wrong?"

   Ryder was a little puzzled.

   "The size of this house is wrong, did you find it?"

  Roan walked around the kitchen and living room, then pushed open the door and walked outside the house, touching his chin to observe the size of the whole house.

  Ryder understood something after hearing this, but he didn't find anything. After observing carefully for a while, Roan walked to the kitchen and decisively pulled the entire refrigerator away from the place.

  A half-person-high small door appeared behind the refrigerator.

   "Nice job, Roan."

  Carefully push the small door open, and behind it is a dark staircase that is as wide as a person and has no bottom.

   This staircase occupies a small distance of the house.

  Maybe it was because Roan’s voice was different from that of Leo Ang’s in the past. A weak female voice came from the bottom of the dark stairs:

   "help"

  (end of this chapter)