[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Climans Hall had a wife and a son during his lifetime. Garcia, a BAU technician, helped Will find the current address of Agent Hall's wife, Selina Hall.

The current Selina, who has changed her name to Selina Nelson, took her ten-year-old son Kent and an engineer, Johnston Nelson, one year after the death of Clemens Hall. Erson is married and now lives in Lancaster, South Carolina.

After finishing discussions with the BAU team at Quantico, Will borrowed their special plane and flew to Lancaster overnight.He couldn't hold back and fell asleep on the plane. After the plane landed, the pilot came out of the cockpit to wake Will up, and helped him pick up the scattered materials by the way.

Will looked at the sun hanging in mid-air, flushed his face through the bathroom on the plane, and then took a taxi to Selina Nelson's home.

Mrs. Selina Nelson has a beautiful house. The lawn in the garden in front of the house is neat, and there are several pots of red roses planted in front of the house.This reminded Will that Muke had replaced all the yellow roses in the yard with lavender, but it wasn't time for the lavender to bloom yet.

Will pressed the doorbell on the side, and soon a middle-aged man opened the door. There were some wrinkles between his brows. After seeing the FBI ID shown by Will, he asked first, "It's from Kent." news?"

Will hesitated for a moment, "No, Mr. Nelson. I'm here to ask Mrs. Nelson about a case that Detective Clemens Hall has investigated. Is she at home?"

Nelson looked a little disappointed, and let Will go in sideways, "She's here, you can go in and talk to Selina, Agent Graham."

Will nodded, let out a quick thank you, and followed Nelson into the living room.

Selina was dialing a number from her landline, and Will waited for a while, but Selina's call didn't go through, and she was more anxious than disappointed.

Nelson walked over, put Selina on the shoulder and introduced to her, "This is Detective Will Graham. He wants to know about the Clemens case."

"Hello, Mrs. Nelson."

Selina watched the silent agent in front of her whisper something to Nelson, and Nelson left temporarily, leaving room for the two of them to talk. "Please take a seat, Agent Graham. Are you here to find the murderer of the case that Clemens was investigating?"

"We're trying hard." Will's eyes stayed in Selina's tired and bloodshot eyes for a while, and then looked away, looking at his hands.

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you know why Agent Hall went to Iowa that day?"

"You want me to talk about his death?"

Will felt the sadness in Selina, as well as his own discomfort.

Fortunately, Selina continued, "I don't know. I really don't know. At that time, I felt that the hangman's case seemed to drive him crazy. He suddenly became indifferent. I don't go home very often. But I don't know if it's the hangman messing with his head, or something else, because there was something wrong with him before he got the case. Clemens became irritable and emotionally sensitive , and I have absolutely no idea why. But I even think it's better than his indifference afterwards."

Will's intuition told him that this was a useful clue, although he didn't know where to use it just yet. "Has he been violent?"

"Yes, during the tantrums just before he got the hangman's case," Selina said, "but not to me and Kent, but to himself. I was worried about him and always wanted him to Went to see a psychiatrist, but he kept refusing, saying he knew why. Then he was distracted by the case. But after the case, he stopped hurting himself."

"Kent, what happened to your son?" Will asked suddenly.

Selina rubbed her eyes, "You know, children, or teenagers, they always have their own ideas. Kent ran away from home again."

"Why? Mr. Nelson seemed concerned about her."

Selina smiled wryly, "Yes, Johnston regards Kent as his son, and Kent doesn't hate his stepfather, but he just still thinks about Clemens...Actually, I know he Where did he go? In the past two years, he ran away from home many times, and each time he returned to the Hall's house in Washington. There is no one living there, but I haven't sold the house yet.

But I'm still worried that it's not safe for him to leave alone, and we haven't spoken to him for several days.I can only watch his Twitter account is still being updated and pay attention to his itinerary. ’ she took a breath, as if opening a conversation, and went on, ‘Either I, Johnston, or Clemens love him dearly.The fact that I have infertility, Kent's arrival was an absolute surprise and Clemens was delighted to have him.But for more than ten years after that, I didn't have any more children.Johnston is also infertile and would love Kent as his own, but any parent who sees their child focusing on stories of demons, curses, hellhounds all day, even takes those spells seriously Will be angry all the time.And when teens find out their parents are angry, they get angry themselves. "

"Why does he pay attention to demons?"

Does Kent know anything about Hangman, Wing, and the other killer?

"He always felt that his father was killed by a demon." Selina closed her eyes and lowered her shoulders. "I can't convince him. I can only hope that you can find the real murderer who hurt Clemens, maybe That way he won't be clinging to those leatherette products masquerading as medieval spell books."

"We will," Will said. "Can I go to Hall House in Washington?"

"Of course, if it will help you. I'll give you the key."

After thanking the Nelsons and saying goodbye, Will rushed to the airport, took the plane back to Quantico, asked Crawford to sign a permit, and then drove to Washington in his own car .

When he left, Dr. Reed was still working with Beverly looking for traces of fibers on the corpse.

After spending almost half of the time on the plane and in the car, Will arrived at Climans Hall's house. It was already around nine o'clock in the evening, the sky was dark, and the houses on both sides of the road were lit, only Hall's house It was dark.

Will parked the car outside Hall's house. There was no garden in front of Hall's house, but there were two rows of flower beds. The plants in the flower beds had been pulled out, leaving only the dark blue soil at night.

There is a piece of stained glass embedded in the upper part of the door, and Will can vaguely see the furniture covered with white cloth inside. The wind is already very warm, but the whiteness still makes Will feel cold.His hand ran across the holster that held the gun at his waist, but he didn't finally open the button to get the gun out.

Will opened the door with the key and walked in. Mrs. Nelson said that Kent ran back, but Will was not sure if Kent had arrived in Washington.At least for now, the room is still dark, only the flashlight in his hand cast a beam of light on the opposite wall.

He walked forward slowly and vaguely heard the crackling sound similar to the rolling of small beads from the joint of the marble floor under his feet.They are so old.

Will didn't turn on the lights, in fact he didn't even need a flashlight when he walked through the hallway into the living room, and the curtains were left open.The outside light will shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the dining table in front of the window.

This house was not a murder scene. Mrs. Nelson also cleaned the house before leaving and covered the furniture with dust-proof cloth. In the end, there were not many things left for Will to analyze.

The first floor is the living room, dining room, and a kitchen.The kitchen was tidied up without any kitchen utensils left. The light from the flashlight shone on the island kitchen counter and reflected on the glass window of the kitchen. Will saw his own shadow.He blinked, turned his flashlight around, and headed up the stairs.

The sound of the floor tiles still made when the stairs were under load. He hated the sound that made him feel uncomfortable, but there was no other way.

"Who are you?" A voice sounded from behind Will, and it was not difficult to find that the owner of the voice was a young man, which made Will restrain the urge to draw his gun.

He turned around, and the light from the flashlight fell on Kent's face. Kent impatiently blocked the blinding light with his hand, and Will saw that he was holding a crowbar in the other hand and carrying a bag on his back. big backpack.

Kent was hiding in the kitchen when Will walked in, but the kid didn't know that when two people were standing on the stairs and down the stairs, the one who was taller was necessarily at a disadvantage.

Will pursed his lips and walked down. Kent held a crowbar in his hand, but he didn't intend to attack. Instead, he took a few steps back. Will took out his FBI ID.

"I'm Special Agent, Will Graham. Are you Kent Nelson?"

"I am." Kent said warily, "Did my mother send you here? They called the police again?"

"Mrs. Nelson called the police, but I came here for the case of Detective Climans Hall. Mrs. Nelson gave me the key." Will took back the ID and held out his hand to Kent.

Kent stared at Will for a moment, then hesitantly placed his free hand in Will's.

Will froze for a moment, then pulled his hand back, but after he pulled it back, he felt that his actions were a bit rude, so he stretched out his hand again, this time with a clear direction, "Give me the crowbar, I just want to let you put it down."

"OK, OK." Kent pursed his lips, handed the crowbar into Will's hands, raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender, and shrugged again.Although this Agent Graham was nothing like the FBI agents he had met, including his father, and they never showed an expression of a small animal, Kent didn't think Will was a bad person, except for this behavior Embarrassing for both of them.

Will put down the crowbar and said to Kent, "Can you take me to your father's room?"

"Okay, this way." Kentla pulled the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, stepped up the steps and walked in front of Will, and when he reached the second floor, he switched on the light in the corridor, and the flashlight in Will's hand flashed a cold white light Submerged in warm yellow light.

"Did you come alone?" There was a hint of curiosity in Kent's voice.

"Hmm. Why do you ask that?"

"I just watch those TV shows, whether it's a detective, a policeman, or an FBI agent, they all have to have at least one partner, sometimes three or four."

"Does your father have a partner?"

"No, he investigates the case alone." Kent nodded to himself, "You are alone too."