[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

After reconfirming that this was not a prank, the patrol police who rushed over immediately reported the time, and soon, another police car came roaring.

"I said, do you have to check here? This is not the scene of the crime." Aubrey stood at the door in despair, looking at the fully opened box. The smell inside had filled the whole room and was spreading out. "How can I live in the future?"

The putrid smell of corpses is one of the most difficult smells to get rid of. Aubrey looked at the darkened sky outside the window and was a little worried. He really didn't have the financial strength to rent another house now.

But no one paid him any attention.

Sending the remains of human corpses by courier means too much behind it. It may be a demonstration, it may be a cult, it may be a terrorist activity, or it may be something worse. No matter how serious the person who took over this case Not too much.

"Relax, buddy." Fred hugged Aubrey's shoulders kindly, "You can stay at my place tonight."

"Thank you very much." Although Aubrey said this, there was not much emotion in his tone.He knows his neighbor, a person who loves adventure and excitement by nature, and never denies that the purpose of joining the FBI is to be influenced by certain movies and TV shows, often complains about the boring life now, and sometimes even suspects that he has made a wrong decision.

But now, he must not think so.

Sure enough, Fred leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice, "We have encountered a big case this time, tell me, if our performance is outstanding, will we be caught by some big shot and skip the boring In the rookie stage, was entrusted with important tasks?"

If this Case appeared in front of him in another form, Aubrey would seriously think about it.But now?He just finished the training camp, he was exhausted, and he opened a courier box full of surprises, thinking that his empty stomach would be satisfied soon...

The double injury he suffered, without enough energy support, his brain also lost the aura of the past.

"I don't know." Aubrey replied, "This case is handled by the police. We are the FBI. We are not in the same system at all."

"Damn it!" Fred's excitement subsided, "You shouldn't have called the police so directly."

This sentence attracted the stares of a female police officer passing by, but she didn't say anything, and went directly to her boss and began to report the news she had just received: "I asked the administrator downstairs, what is the courier this time?" It was sent three days ago, because the owner had entrusted it before, so he signed it on his behalf, and it was kept in the management room until it was picked up just now. I have contacted the post office, and the post office said that they have surveillance, We might be able to get a photo of the sender."

"No, it doesn't need to be so troublesome." The old police officer frowned tightly. "There is a postal slip on the courier box. Not only is the sender's address and name on it, but even the contact number."

"What?" The female police officer was also taken aback, "Not anonymous?"

Sending this kind of thing non-anonymously, is it because IQ is touching, or is it an urgent hope that I will be caught?

"It's nothing, the key is the address." The old police officer had an intuition that the things inside might not be that simple. He looked at Aubrey, who was standing at the door, almost wrinkled his face into a bun, but insisted on refusing to leave, "Do you know the sender?" Man? Did you know you'd get a courier from him?"

"That's right, that's what we agreed on." Aubrey briefly said what happened last weekend, "There must be some misunderstanding here, he doesn't seem to be such a crazy person." The people who ran around collecting food must be good people, "Wait!" He suddenly thought of something, "Could this be a prank, make a model and paste a little pork or something to make a dummy head to scare me?"

He was so frightened that he didn't look at the contents carefully at all, but just intuitively thought it was a human head.So, maybe I was wrong?

This is much more acceptable than actually receiving a human head.So, Aubrey looked at the old police officer expectantly, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, it's true." A well-packed person came out of the box holding the box. This is a forensic doctor. He didn't care about other people's avoidance of him. "It's a bit troublesome inside. , I hope to contact a reliable laboratory for a detailed inspection."

"How much trouble?" asked the old police officer, holding his nose.

"The time of death is vague." The forensic doctor said quickly, "Judging from the degree of decay, the time of death was about five or six days ago, but judging from the development of the bugs inside, it can't be seen."

"Can't see? What do you mean?" The old police officer was a little confused, "Aren't you very good at judging the time of death by the growth stages of bugs?"

"Because the growth stages of the bugs I found inside were totally messed up, some were too early, some were too late, and there were some bugs that shouldn't be found in this area at all... In short, it was a mess." The forensic doctor also said Very helpless, "Besides, this is just a head, we still need to find his limbs, torso, internal organs..."

"Do what you want, as long as the efficiency and results can be guaranteed." The old police officer made a decision immediately.

"I know." The forensic doctor nodded, holding the box as if no one else was there, leaving behind a long-lasting smell of ecstasy, as well as the sound of nausea one after another.

After dismissing the forensic doctor, the old police officer flipped through his notebook and read the information transcribed from the box, "This person is the one you know, right?"

And Aubrey was already stunned, the address, seriously, who wouldn't know, so, his courier was sent from FBI headquarters?It sounds almost sarcastic, "That's the right name, but I didn't know he had anything to do with the FBI, it's so..."

The nasolabial folds on the old police officer's face seemed to be getting deeper. He took out his phone and started dialing the number.

"Wait!" Fred said unwillingly, "Shouldn't it be a sudden arrest? Calling him will make him alert."

No one ignored him.

The old police officer held the phone, and Aubrey stared at it closely, not wanting to miss anything.

"Hello?" A male voice came from the phone, "Isaac Costa, who are you?"

The phone worked great and I could hear the horns of the cars over there.

"DCPD, we want to confirm, did you mail a package four days ago?" The voice of the old police officer was very polite, "The recipient is James Aubrey."

"That's right." Isaac was a little puzzled.

"That's right, there is something wrong with that package, can you come to the police station to talk now?" the old police officer asked.

"Problem?" Isaac had a bad feeling in his heart, "Is it serious?"

"Yes, very seriously, so..."

Isaac glanced at the time and estimated the distance, "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Understood, see you later." The old police officer hung up the phone and said to Aubrey, "I think you need to be there too."

Aubrey nodded with a complicated expression, the voice on the other side of the phone couldn't hear anything unusual, and he was more inclined that there might really be some misunderstanding.

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Isaac turned the car around and drove in the other direction, wondering what was wrong in his mind.

The delivery time was on Monday morning, with intra-city mail. If it was more efficient, the other party would receive it in the afternoon. No matter how slow it was, it would be delayed until the next day at most. Today is Friday, and the courier should have arrived in Aubrey's hands long ago.And the police are now contacting him, which can only show that the problem is in the near future.

After thinking about what should be in the box, Isaac put his suspicion on the two bags of mushrooms.

Maybe poisonous mushrooms mixed in? Isaac thought in his heart, it should be like this, it should be a bad reaction caused by eating by mistake, which caused Aubrey to misunderstand, so the matter was brought to the police.

Subconsciously patting the wallet, Isaac felt that he was about to bleed heavily.

But who let him do it to himself.

Up until now, Isaac only felt that he might lose a fortune.So, when he saw Aubrey standing there in the police station, he was a little surprised, "Why are you here? Could it be that you weren't the one who ate the poisonous mushroom by mistake?"

"What? Poisonous mushrooms?" Aubrey was also stunned.

After a lot of talking, Isaac finally figured out what happened.

"That's impossible!" he flatly denied.

The old police officer threw out a dozen photos, showing the appearance of the head from all angles.

Isaac felt a little sick to his stomach, and pushed the photo away a little, "You found this in the box?"

"That's right." Aubrey replied, "I've been training outside for a few days, and I just got the express delivery today, and it turned out..."

"Mr. Costa, did you mail this package yourself?" the old police officer asked.

"No." Isaac tried to recall the situation that day, but he didn't get many useful clues, because he didn't take it as an important matter, "I just asked a colleague to send it for me.

"Before mailing, are you sure it contains the things you originally wanted to mail?" the old police officer asked again.

"I'm not sure." Isaac's expression was sour, "Because the box should contain some worm-like delicacies, I don't like it, so I just picked it up and weighed it before sending it out for mailing..."

The problem now is that no one can guarantee whether the human head is already in it before it is mailed.

"The weight of a human head is about ten catties, and the weight of the things I want to send is about the same." Isaac sighed, "I need to make two phone calls."

The old police officer agreed, but to his surprise, what Isaac called was not the lawyer's phone number, but the agent's phone number who helped him send the mail.In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, Isaac turned on the speaker.

The agent who sent the things for him quickly answered the phone and explained the situation that day.

"I went directly to the post office with the box in my arms, filled out the postal form, paid the money, and left... What? Open the box? I thought I couldn't just look at it, and the staff didn't ask for it... Yes, I don't Know what's in there. Is there a problem? Missing mail?"

Hanging up, Isaac thought for a while and dialed another number.

It was the babe who texted him to tell him to put bugs in the office.

The answer I got this time was even worse. The beauty directly denied the existence of the box, "It's just a joke." She said, "You left in such a hurry after getting off the plane that day, I didn't know that Walsh directly helped us throw away those things, It wasn't put in your office as it said in the text message... The reason why I said this is just to make you feel uncomfortable, just like the prank you once did..."

There are no boxes at all.

If there had ever been a box in Isaac's office, there might have been a small but not impossible chance of error in it.But the current situation can only show that a box appeared in his office out of thin air, which made him think it was supposed to be there, and sent it to someone else...

Isaac was not lucky to have escaped, on the contrary, the anger in his heart was even stronger.

In the FBI headquarters, in the office area where people come and go, a box containing human heads appeared out of thin air. Whose face is this hitting?

There are not many people who can do this. The floor where Issac’s office is located is the office area. Usually, there are few visitors. Unless there is a case, the family members of their rescue targets will come in. Those who stay outside Issac’s office will In the living room.Strictly speaking, that reception room and Isaac's office are considered a small suite, except that the door of his office is locked when he is away, the door of the outside reception room is often open, but it will still be regarded as Part of his exclusive office area.It's not hard to want to put something there, but the question is, who has the motivation to do so?

It can't be that an anti-social pervert suddenly appears in the bureau and wants to take a difficult challenge, right?