[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Vibrant Soul

"Dangdang." The door of the interrogation room was knocked suddenly, and then Huo Qi opened the door and walked in.

The policeman who was in charge of inquiring about the record was a little surprised when he saw him coming in suddenly, and he couldn't help standing up. Huo Qi said to him: "Please sit down, sorry to interrupt your record, but it's urgent, I have a question to ask Ask these two ladies."

"Of course." The police officer was very cooperative.

Hodge sat down at the interrogation table, but his sudden arrival didn't seem to affect the two sad ladies who had been comforting each other.

"Hi, I'm Agent Alan Hotzner, head of the FBI's BAU Special Operations Unit."

The two women introduced themselves to Hodge only briefly.

"I am very sorry for what happened to you, but I have a few questions I want to ask, please answer truthfully."

"Is your child okay now?" Hearing Huo Qi's direct question, the faces of the two women were shocked. The crying woman couldn't help covering her mouth with her hands, and a trace of panic flashed across the face of the other. , but immediately pretended to be calm and said: "Sorry, detective, I don't know why you suddenly asked such a question, our children are fine."

Huo Qi propped his hands on the edge of the table with a serious face: "I hope you can cooperate. I know that you are all worried and scared. You have been threatened and dare not tell the truth, but now time is running out. If you If you don’t tell me the facts, it will be difficult for me to guarantee the greatest help to you, after all, the safety of the child is the most important thing, and time is running out.”

Garcia, Quantico, Virginia, was sitting in front of the computer and looking up some information. Suddenly, the phone next to her rang. The sudden call sounded very abrupt in this empty office room. The phone number is very strange.

Garcia hesitated for a moment, but still picked it up.

"Hello, this is the headquarters of Quantico, Virginia."

The voice on the other end of the phone was very hoarse, it was a male voice, and there was no extra ambient noise. The voice said slowly and clearly: "No. 105, Bailan Street."

"Sorry, what do you mean?!" Garcia, who understood in an instant, immediately activated the phone tracking system.

"Good luck." However, the other party seemed to have expected Garcia's move, and hung up the phone immediately after putting down these words.

"Public phone booth 1176, Baimilan Avenue, Evanston, Illinois." However, the other party obviously underestimated Garcia's ability.

Before Garcia could think about it, he quickly wrote down the address on the phone, and at the same time dialed Huo Qi's number.

As soon as Huo Qi came out of the interrogation room, he received a call from Garcia: "Boss, just now an unknown number called and gave a detailed address, but because the call time was too short, I could only find out that the call came from Bai Milan Street. Public phone booths, there is no other way.”

"Did he say anything else?"

"No, just the address, oh yes, and a 'good luck'."

"I see."

"I have sent the detailed address and call content to your mobile phone."

"Got it, Garcia."

After hanging up the phone, after hesitating for a moment, Huo Qi took out the paper and pen.

In Kurt's office, there are simple desks and chairs, and on the wall facing the door, a huge enlarged photo of Fred is tightly stuck in the middle of the wall.

At this time, Kurt was standing in front of the enlarged photo, with his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, and the lines between his brows were deeply wrinkled.

This is what Hodge saw when he entered.

Hearing Hodge's footsteps, he didn't look away, but waited until Hodge came to him, then slowly turned around and faced Hodge.

"I know that in your hearts, an old-fashioned police officer like me is very stubborn and conservative. However, I have been a police officer for half my life. Based on my years of experience in doing things, I trust my instincts. Although from my current position, It may not be convincing to say these words. However, most of the police officers under me are brought up by myself. I know them and understand them. I dare not say that they will do everything correctly. However, I believe they will never be sorry for the police badge on their chest." Kurt raised his hand and hit the police badge on his chest hard, pursing his lips stubbornly, his face full of determination.

"I also believe that they will not do anything that insults the police badge." Hodge watched Kurt slowly reveal his surprised face, and continued solemnly: "Because their child was kidnapped."

Hodge took out a piece of paper with the address on it and handed it to Kurt: "I'm not sure if this is a trap, but we seem to have no other choice, everything depends on you."

Kurt took the paper, took a deep look at Hozzy, looked down at the address carefully, then carefully folded the paper and put it solemnly in the pocket of his coat.

He raised his hand to straighten the brim of his hat, and then walked towards the door.

The moment he was about to step out of the door, he paused slightly. He didn't look back, but held the door frame with his hand, and said deeply: "Thank you."

Looking at the back of Kurt leaving, Huo Qi showed a long-lost respect on his face.

After confirming the safety of the Blanche couple, BAU immediately followed the sheriff to Milan Street.

"Honey, have you found out the identity of the homeowner?" Morgan rubbed his still sore wrist.

"It goes without saying. Everything is feasible with me." Garcia immediately sent the owner's information to everyone's portable devices: "Caribou Hansen, male, 45 years old, owner of a hardware store, his wife is Ariel Hansen, 42 years old, a housewife, the two have a son and a daughter, both of whom are currently in school."

Rossi: "Is their family related to Fred?"

Garcia: "Nothing."

Hodge: "Can I get in touch with their family now?"

Garcia: "This, it is estimated that it will take some time."

Rhett: "Did they go abroad?"

"Bingo, as expected of our family's little genius, he guessed right." Garcia said, "A week ago, their family won the grand prize, and they are probably enjoying themselves in Bali now."

*: "It's all a coincidence."

Reina: "Miss Garcia, was the owner of this house 14 years ago Wellington Hamilton?"

"Please wait a moment. Reina, you can call me by my name directly, you are welcome." Garcia's fingers were fast, "Yes, the owner of this house 14 years ago was indeed named Wellington Hamilton, he is ...Oh, my God! He is Sunk Fred's distant uncle!"

Lena: "Sure enough."

"After Sunk Fred turned himself in and the case came to light, our Mr. Wellington, who once regarded Fred as his own, had to sell the house because of tremendous pressure, and then moved to a small town in Milwaukee. In this small town, he lived a lonely life there. In this era of information-enlightened technology and advanced technology, he didn’t even have any Twitter or Facebook accounts. The last phone number registered in the information was also empty. It seemed that only his credit card consumption records proved He is still alive." Garcia, "Oh, my God, after this incident is over, I must have a good talk with my good sister, I don't want some little angels who call me aunt suddenly become Guys like Fred, and then screwed up my life."

*: "You can at least rest assured here that we have been working hard."

Garcia: "Hearing you say that, my heart is more than half relieved."

Morgan: "So it's more likely that this has something to do with Fred."

Rhett: "Could his uncle be part of the plan?"

Lena: "According to Mr. Black, Wellington had always reacted strongly to what Fred did back then, and even Mr. Blake searched for him six times before seeing him. However, as soon as the teacher mentioned Fred He would immediately lose control of his emotions. This is the place where his ancestors lived, but after that, he left here without hesitation and never had any contact with this place again, which is also very explainable. More importantly, he should be close to 60 years old this year."

Garcia: "It's 59 years and 29 months plus 23 days and [-] hours."

Red: "Perhaps the best cover-up is the opposite."

Reina seemed to want to say something, but in the end she hesitated.

Hodge: "Garcia, send me the floor plan of the house, the wiring diagram of water, electricity and gas, and the renovation plan registered by the Housing Authority."

"It has been sent, and I am waiting to serve you at any time." Garcia hung up the line.

Hodge: "Let's talk about everything at the scene."

The 15-minute journey was fleeting. When the BAU and the police chief arrived, the rapid response team had already been in place, and the evacuation and investigation of the surrounding crowd had been completed quickly and calmly. The house on the phone had already been surrounded. The water is tight.

Hodge: "How's the situation inside the house?"

"There is no response. From the distance that can be observed, there is no one in the living room and the bedroom on the second floor. As for other places, because they are afraid of alerting the enemy, they did not go deep." The captain of the rapid reaction force reported, "However, the thermal infrared imager did not No signs of life were found in the above-ground structures."

Hodge frowned.

"Time is running out, Morgan and the first team break through from the back door, and the second team follows me to attack from the front door, you, Sheriff..."

"Do you think I'm going to stay here and wait and see what happens?" Sheriff Coulter didn't budge.

"Sergeant Kurt and I led the second team to attack from the front door, and the rest were on standby outside, ready to support at any time." Hodge didn't say much, and the order was quickly conveyed.

"Boom!" The front door of the house was knocked open by the door bumper, and Huo Qi and Kurt rushed into the house with each other's horns.

"Safe! Safe!..." The constant sounds of security from the living room, kitchen, study, and basement made Hodge and Kurt's nerves even more tense.

Soon, Hodge and Kurt met at the stairs leading to the second floor. Morgan, with a serious expression, shook his head at Hodge. Hodge gave a slight signal, and the three of them started to move upstairs cautiously one by one.

Master bedroom, second bedroom, game room, baby room...

"This is the last room on the second floor." The * voice in the earphone made Hodge and Morgan's brows tightly frowned.

Is it all just a farce?

"Wait a minute," Reid said suddenly, "Garcia just sent another renovation plan. From the above, there should be something built under the basement on the first floor."

"go!"

It didn't take much searching, and the hidden entrance leading to the bottom in the basement was discovered. After a little probing, Hodge and Morgan entered slowly and carefully one by one.

"Call the bomb disposal experts!" Before Kurt could move his legs, Morgan's anxious voice was heard clearly from below. He also walked in.

It’s not too big of a space. In the center of a storage-like space less than ten square meters, two children, a boy and a girl, are firmly tied to two chairs. They were occupied with the dynamite bag, and even seeing the familiar Grandpa Kurt, they couldn't make them show half-joyed expressions with their mouths tightly sealed and tears of horror...