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

On some dark and seldom-visited corridors, the lights on the roof are always flickering due to poor electrical connections. A mother and daughter, disturbed by long and uninterrupted threatening letters, hold each other's hands tightly. Come on, cheer up, and set foot on this place where there was nothing but a gloomy atmosphere because of the threatening letter.They are not familiar with the situation here. When they come here for the first time, they have to be careful about the situation under their feet while looking around. There are some debris on the ground. If they are not careful, they will easily trip over.At this time, one of them accidentally got hit by someone. In order to stabilize their bodies, they didn't notice the slight sound of the door being pushed open quietly for a while. Then they stood still, and there was a pair of hands from the dark place. dragged them away...

Aubrey's description was so graphic that Isaac's mind jumped out of this scene.He shook his head, and just as he was about to throw the picture out, he heard the sound of a door lock twisting, and a door was opened not far ahead.

He glanced at Aubrey, and Aubrey just happened to turn her head towards him, WTF all over her face.

However, they didn't have much time to react. The bumping action made a loud enough sound, and a figure protruded from the wall. It looked a little scary in such a dimly lit place.

Isaac really wanted to grab the original designer and ask how the designer who opened the door inward came up with it.Well, most doors are designed this way, but this time the effect is extra creepy.

"Who's there?" came a somewhat hoarse female voice, with a unique Italian retroflex.Apparently, it was a lady, and she was taken aback by the sudden appearance of someone in the hallway.

"FBI." Isaac bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and the language conversion was smooth, "Are you an employee here?"

"Yes." The lady seemed a little at a loss, she took two steps on the spot, "Isn't the FBI from the United States? Why are you here?"

"It's about the disappearance of Stella Hart and Christy Hart, ma'am." Isaac narrowed his eyes, finally seeing the lady's face clearly.The distance between them is not too far, but because of the position of the lights, it is difficult to see the faces. Isaac wasn't sure if the woman was the same, but if he didn't look hard, all he could see was a backlit black blob.

With Isaac's eyesight, it was actually hard to tell the lady's age.

This indistinguishability is not caused by maintenance or makeup, but a little contradiction in itself.It's like Isaac thought at first glance that she should be less than 40 years old, but then overturned this conclusion.

"Oh, oh, I know, the police came to ask questions." The lady nodded repeatedly, but retreated to the door a little bit, "It's dark outside, do you want to come in and talk?"

"That would be great." Isaac followed suit, "I hope it doesn't disturb your work."

"No, actually, I'm just doing some tidying up." The light inside was turned on, and the whole picture of the lady appeared.

She was tall and fat, the kind of fat that would be undeniable even if she was not placed in any ordinary place in such a fashion city.The contours of the facial features are basically invisible, the hair is tied together in a mess, and he is wearing a work clothes that look very dirty, and he is holding the cuffs with his fingers uncomfortably at this moment.

"I'm Issac Costa, and he's James Aubrey." Issac looked at the lady seriously, but his voice was very soft. He didn't want to put pressure on the lady who was starting to feel inexplicably nervous, "Can you tell me your name?" ?"

"Selma, Selma Rosalind," replied the lady, Selma Rosalind.Her tense mood didn't seem to be relieved, and her eyes always drifted to the wall lamp on the wall.

Isaac could tell that Selma Rosalind was not comfortable exposing herself to the light, but she couldn't ask to turn off the light, which not only seemed to have ulterior motives, but also likely to further stimulate Selma Rosalind's self-esteem.

It's a paradox that this lady has no doubts about her appearance, but she works in a place that is always full of girls who are the opposite of her.

"Have you been working here?" Isaac decided to do business and make a quick decision.

"Yes, it has been three years." Selma Rosalind replied.

"So, were you here the day Hart's mother and daughter disappeared?"

"Yeah, I've been working most of the time, except for the few hours when I go home and sleep. When I'm busy, I don't even go home, just take a nap here and continue working."

"So, on that day, did you hear any strange movements?"

"No."

"Not at all?"

"No. I remember it very well, because it was such a mess that day, I was called out to help. Someone ruined the clothes on the catwalk..."

"I heard it was just being drenched in water."

"Those haute couture items become wet before they are displayed by the models, which is no different from destruction. Destruction is not just a way to cut with scissors."

"So, who usually comes here?" Isaac decided to ask in a different direction.

"A lot of people." Selma Rosalind showed a strange smile, "It's quiet here, few people come here, it's a good place to cheat, I've bumped into it several times."

"..." Isaac thought about what he saw just now. The environment here is really not good. He can only say that things like estrus are too scary.

After a few more questions, Isaac and Aubrey took their leave.

When going out, Isaac briefly told Aubrey what he asked, and Aubrey frowned and thought for a while, "Did she really get called out to help?"

"Is something wrong?" Isaac stopped walking.He didn't watch the whole video, so he didn't think it was strange even if he didn't remember Selma Rosalind, because he thought that Selma Rosalind might appear in other time periods.But Aubrey is different. He has a habit of collecting and sorting out data, and he has mastered all the trivial data.

"She did appear in the video, but no more than three times at most." Aubrey recalled, walking to the corner of the mobile vending cart to buy a hot dog, "Let me think about it."

Isaac could feel a few black lines sliding down the corner of his forehead, "Don't you understand the local language?" Why is shopping so slippery?

“Gourmet knows no borders,” says Aubrey. “Give me a week and I can draw a gastronomic map of Milan, even if I don’t know Italian.”

"Hehe." Isaac didn't think there was anything to be proud of at all... Well, if it was him, he would indeed be proud.

"I remembered." Aubrey finished eating a hot dog a few times, "The few times she appeared were as the background, as if she just happened to pass by. She didn't hold anything in her hand, three times, all of them were like this, and, that The intervals between the three are very short."

"Well, then?"

"It's different from other people's state." Aubrey said, "At that time, there was a lot of chaos in the backstage. Arms clamped, even biting with the mouth running around. This is normal, but among so many people, suddenly there is a person who is tall and heavy, who is good at physical labor at first glance, but is idle..."

"It doesn't make sense."

"It's very unreasonable." Aubrey nodded, "Because everyone is used to judging people by their appearance, there is no reason for someone who looks strong to let her be idle. What's more, Selma Rosalind was specially called to help, so she has no reason to be idle like this."

"But she must have done something. When everyone is in a hurry, no matter whether they know each other or not, she will ask the person who seems to be free to help." Issac frowned, "And once she helps, her figure is indispensable It’s going to be on surveillance footage, not just a few shots.”

"Oh." Aubrey suddenly realized.

"Yeah." Having found a breakthrough, Isaac is also in a good mood.

"So, the previous Italian police didn't see this problem." Aubrey said, "I finally understand why you can't trust them."

There is no technical difficulty in this matter at all, it just needs a little care.

"Maybe it's just that we didn't have time to tell us." Isaac forcibly saluted the local police, "Let's go back to the police station and ask."

As a result, Italy really lived up to the national characteristics of eating noodles with soy sauce, and they really neglected this point.

"We asked Selma Rosalind." The policeman in charge still swore, "I also checked with the people in the backstage. Selma Rosalind did not lie. She was really called to help."

The problem is, helping for 1 minute counts as helping, and helping for an hour counts as helping.

"How long has she been backstage exactly?" Isaac asked tepidly.

"Is this important? The backstage is so busy, except for the catwalk models who are constantly being watched, no one cares about those inconspicuous people." The policeman said very naturally, "I know you like to arrest those who look ordinary. There is no need for someone with a different personality, but this time it is really unnecessary, Selma Rosalind is a very poor girl, if the suspicion is placed on her, even if she is proven innocent, she will lose her current job."

"I will put my sympathy after the case is over." Isaac was a little annoyed by the accusation. "The suspicion of a person is based on whether there is something in her, not that the person is not pitiful."

The policeman, who had just said it casually, quickly changed his words, "Relax, relax, well, if you insist, but I really hope this matter can be more cautious."

"Do you know Selma Rosalind?" Although Isaac used a question, his expression was very sure.

"We used to be neighbors." The policeman sighed. "She was mentally fragile and committed suicide once. I don't want anything to hurt her anymore."