[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Looking at the familiar scenery receding outside the car window, Will gripped the steering wheel a little tighter with both hands.

He finds out that Abigail killed Boyle.That scene only appeared in his dreams, but Will knew how much his dreams were connected to the empathy of reality.

He hopes it's fake, but Hannibal's admission shatters Will's hopes.Abigail kills Boyle - in self-defense, Hannibal helps her bury the body - to protect her.

Will rushed to Hannibal's office in the middle of the night to confront him, but he hadn't told Crawford yet.He thought about it all night, a night where no nightmares haunted him because he couldn't sleep at all!

He still didn't tell Crawford, but drove to Haven Sanatorium—he also hoped that Abigail would not be harmed, even if it now seemed that Abigail might not be the only good thing in his life.

Will parked the car outside the nursing home gate, rubbed his cheeks with his palms, and took a sip of cold instant coffee.He was still thinking about how he should talk to Abigail.

Boyle's body was transported to Quantico's lab, and Crawford asked Abigail to identify the body and answer some more questions.Abigail passed, which is to say, she was lying.

She is afraid.Will doesn't see Abigail very often, because he's himself terrified of the father figure he's slipping into.

The back of a red-haired woman caused Will to temporarily leave from hesitation. He got out of the car and rushed over to grab Freddie Lautz's arm.

Freddy held the camera in his hand, and after seeing Will's face, he recovered from the momentary shock and showed a disgustingly proud smile, "Will Graham"

"What are you doing here? If Abigail allows you to write a book, you don't have to sneak up here like a thief." Will looked at Freddy's cheap red curly hair.

Freddie raised his slender eyebrows, as if he heard something interesting, "Are you looking for Abigail?"

Will averted his eyes and cast his gaze on the roof of the building, but he didn't lift his foot to leave immediately. This movement was only used to express his avoidance and disgust for Freddy.

Freddy received Will's acquiescence, "It seems that you don't know she has left."

"what are you saying?"

"Someone took Abigail away, she rejected my plan to write a book, what a pity." Freddy observed Will's face, "It looks like you don't know who took Abigail away Gail"

Will glanced at Freddy, "What are you still doing to take pictures? Your writing won't work."

"I always have something else to write." Freddie smiled.

Will leaves Freddie and goes into the nursing home to ask the nurse in charge of Abigail who took her.

"Her guardian signed the discharge papers."

"Did Dr. Bloom complete Miss Hobbs' psychological evaluation? She agreed she was discharged"

"Dr. Bloom didn't show up the day Abigail left, and the psych evaluation papers... I don't know about it."

"Did Abigail tell you where she went after she left?"

"Her guardian, a Mr. Moranson, said he would take her to California, and Abigail wanted to go to the University of California. It was a long way from Maryland, and they left and went straight to the airport."

These two states are almost at opposite ends of a diagonal line on the map of the United States.

"What's the relationship between Mr. Moranson and Abigail?" Will had never seen the name among Hobbs' relatives, and most of those who knew the Hobbs family shunned the unfortunate daughter.

"I don't know, but it doesn't seem to be the adoption process. Mr. Moranson looks about 30 years old." The nurse shrugged.

Will pursed his lips. When he heard the news, the first emotion in his heart was relief. He was frightened by himself. Sometimes he even thought that if Abigail died in that kitchen, He might not have encountered so many things that annoyed him.

After Will thanked the nurse, he walked out of the nursing home and returned to the car. The dean refused his request to see the discharge record and the signature record of the guardian, even though Will showed his FBI ID.

With his phone in hand, his fingers wandered between Crawford's and Alana's numbers, and he decided to contact the two men.Will doesn't think Alana knows yet about her patient being taken away, Crawford probably knows, he still hasn't dispelled his suspicions about Abigail, and Will knows the BSU chief will keep an eye on her. Any mistake by Abigail is like a hawk watching a rabbit in a meadow.

Will took a breath and dialed Crawford first, "Hi, Jack, I hope I didn't bother you."

"I'm in the office, what's the matter?" Crawford sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his wife Bella's inspection report, her lung cancer was getting worse.Bella isn't home.

"Did you know about Abigail being taken away?"

"I didn't take her away, there is no evidence, why, did you find any evidence for me? Or you figured it out and thought she was the murderer."

Will confronts Crawford about whether Abigail is an accomplice in the Minnesota Shrike case.If it weren't for the fact that it was just him and Crawford when these things happened, he would have been considered a hero by Crawford's other agents.

"Someone took her from the nursing home," Will breathed the gradually warming air in the car, a layer of water mist climbed up the window, Will wiped a piece with his fingers, the transparent glass was facing the gray brick wall of the nursing home , as if that was the only thing he could see clearly, "it's the guardian's signature, a gentleman named Moranson took Abigail Hobbs to California, they should be on the plane by now, you don't sound like know about it."

"I do not know."

Will knew that Crawford must be like a lion suppressing his anger by now.He suspects Abigail, but he can't restrict Abigail's freedom. Abigail has never passed Alana's psychological assessment, and her parents didn't leave her any inheritance, so the girl had to stay in the Haven Nursing Home. Crawford was happy with the outcome.

But the sudden appearance of guardians and the unannounced removal of Abigail made Crawford feel that his authority was offended.

"I'll look into this." Crawford's voice rose, as he always does when he's angry.

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"This girl doesn't look like anything special." Li Gui flipped through the files of Abigail Hobbs and the surveillance reports submitted by CIA agents in the past few days.

Zhao Hanzang was sitting on his leather seat, turning a pen with a ruby ​​in the cap with the fingertips of his right hand. Li Gui felt that the light of the ruby ​​was a little dazzling, "Did you stay in the Xiu'an Department for a long time, and the value appeared? The question is, isn’t this little girl’s experience miserable enough?”

Li Gui choked, "She's just an ordinary person."

"Race and ability are not necessary conditions for Mu Ke to evaluate whether he is special."

"Because they are all hot chickens." Li Gui cautiously asked a bold question.

Zhao Hanzang didn't give Li Gui a blank stare because of his etiquette, "Because he was taught that all living beings are equal, you can understand it that way."

"Then the CIA asked if it was necessary to continue monitoring." Li Gui wisely changed the subject.

"No need. Then the monthly subsidy for Abigail Moranson will be transferred from my personal account."

"You pay for Mu Ke?" Li Gui asked, "I remember his salary is not low."

"Not low, but try not to let his information that can be traced be linked with irrelevant people."

"Okay, I will deal with it. However, why this time the problem has become the CIA to deal with it. It has always been the FBI or the military who have been cooperating with us"

"We have cooperated with DHS (Department of Homeland Security) and DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration). They divide supernatural events according to the rules of normal events, and the management departments are very complicated. The scope of the Magic Congress of America's management is not broad. good."

"Oh, by the way, the technical staff of the CIA sent a message. A reporter published an article on his website and uploaded photos of Muke and Abigail. They have deleted the article, but This Freddie Louds reporter is still relentlessly republishing. They want to know what we want to do on our side"

Zhao Hanzang tapped the ruby ​​on the pen, "Do you want to meet this reporter?"

"what"

"Recently, I have been in contact with non-human beings all the time. Let me take you to meet human beings to relax."

Li Gui and Zhao Hanzang were just joking, until he applied for SWAT to arrest the reporter together.

The reporter was sitting in the interrogation room when her door was knocked down while she was writing, or making up, a story about Abigail and his mysterious adoptive father, and that CIA agent Moranson was just Accepted the task given by the superior and took away Abigail.

Freddie Lautz was obviously frightened at that moment, but Li Gui must admire her psychological quality. Now, she has calmed down and can talk to Zhao Hanzang in front of her with a smile. Only when he saw the two special police officers standing in silence, did he hold his hand to keep the smile on his face from collapsing.

"I don't think I did anything against the law," she said.

Zhao Hanzang did not sit down, but paced around the table waiting for Freddie to speak, "Yes, you didn't, and neither did I. Thank you for being an American, and thank you for the Patriot Act."

"That's not part of the bill." Freddie shook the cuffs around his wrists.

"It's not your fault that you haven't read the hidden terms that are only announced to relevant personnel." Zhao Hanzang put his hands on the edge of the table, "I don't think the request I'm going to make is not difficult for you."

"You go first, Mr. Zhao." Freddy's smile became stiff.

"All the photos in your camera related to the Minnesota Shrike case and its follow-up matters have been deleted by technicians, including backups." Zhao Hanzang watched Freddy, who leaned back in his chair, drenched in cold sweat Rubbing her back, "We will not interfere with the relevant articles you have published, but I hope you can stop publishing relevant information."

"I thought I had freedom of speech, Detective...or should I call you sir." From his statement, Freddie realized that he was not a member of the government, or even an American.

"Of course you have." Zhao Hanzang smiled.

Freddie shuddered, almost unable to control his expression.

She's seen plenty of crime scenes and even confronted serial killers, but she's never felt the weight of despair like she does now.Even though reason told her that Zhao Hanzang would not do anything, she couldn't resist the fear in her heart.