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

After the suspect was caught and the kidnapped mother and daughter were rescued, Isaac finally breathed a sigh of relief.It was late, and he was not in a hurry to interrogate, but went to visit Hart's mother and daughter.

The ambulance has arrived, and the paramedics have treated the wound on Stella Hart's face. When it was determined that there was no other injury, they turned their attention to Selma Rosalind's mother, who was lifted out by the bullet and was obviously more injured.

Aubrey stood aside, softly introduced her identity to Hart's mother and daughter, and calmed down their emotions.By the time Isaac arrived, they looked calm.

"Hey, Costa." Aubrey noticed Isaac's arrival, and introduced him to the mother and daughter who flinched because someone approached, "He is my team leader, and he is in charge of this rescue."

The effect of this sentence was immediate. Although Stella Hart still looked embarrassed, she still recovered her social instincts, "Thank you very much, Agent Costa."

"It's a matter of duty." Isaac looked them up and down, "It's very late, how about sending you back to rest first? If it's convenient, we may make a transcript tomorrow."

"Okay, no problem." They followed Isaac into the car, sat in the back seat, and listened to the conversation between the two people in front of them, and the accumulated fear in their hearts finally dissipated.

"Don't we have to worry about the rest of the matter?" Aubrey was as talkative as ever, he looked out the window of the police car and the police, as well as his colleagues, and asked. "Collecting evidence or something..."

"So I left Sherlock, with him here, there will be no problem." Isaac is obsessed with this, and he has considered the result when he does this. At most, the Italian police will be ridiculed, but facing Nosebleed Sherlock, they probably wouldn't hit him. "When it comes to physical evidence, Sherlock is the most careful one."

"Seriously, how did he reconcile with us?" Aubrey still couldn't figure this out. When assigning tasks, their directions were different.

"They probably followed the clues bit by bit." Isaac wasn't surprised, he was used to this behavior pattern.He is used to profiling step-by-step analysis with psychology, while Sherlock's deduction is based on observation and evidence. When the two collide, the sparks produced are very beautiful, and sometimes there will be even more wonderful chemical reactions.

"Fortunately, they arrived in time." Aubrey rubbed his face. "Selma Rosalind's strength was too great. At that time, no one thought that she would run away without being caught."

"Probably she didn't realize the seriousness of what she was doing." According to Issac's experience, the first reaction of petty thieves on the street is to run away when they are caught, while those frenzied psychopaths will be or hideous. Either happily or cheerfully accept their fate, and this will successfully empty the sense of accomplishment brought by the police arresting them.

"I guess she'll have to go for a psychiatric evaluation." Aubrey sighed, not out of his bottomless sympathy, but because Selma Rosalind's situation was not right.

Isaac wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw the anxiety on the faces of the mother and daughter in the back seat from the mirror.He flipped through the snack box on the overturned cart, grabbed a handful of chocolates—all sweet, he'd already picked out the bitter dark ones—and handed them out. "I know there's never going to be chocolate in a model's diet, but trust me, it's going to make you feel so much better now."

"Oh, thank you." Stella Hart took the chocolate, opened one and handed it to her daughter's mouth, watched Christy Hart open her mouth to hold the chocolate before peeling another one for herself, "Can I ask where we are going? I don't really want to stay in the original hotel, and we have already exceeded the date we booked."

Isaac broke out another hotel name, and then explained, "This is where we live now. For convenience, I also booked a suite for you on my own initiative."

"Oh, thanks, that's good." Stella Hart breathed a sigh of relief, not rejecting the decision.

The place where Selma Rosalind Tibetans live is very remote, the roads are empty and there are almost no residents.Fortunately, this kind of road section is not long, and soon there will be crowded, 24-hour restaurants that are still open.

"Do you want to go out and eat something, or should I buy it and eat it in the car?" Isaac asked.

"Why not go back to the hotel?" Aubrey was the first to ask this question.

"I just received the news that there was a series of car accidents on the road we were going to go back. That road has been blocked, and we probably won't be able to make it back within two hours." Isaac shook his phone, "Maybe it's a bit presumptuous , but Ms. Hart, has Selma Rosalind not been feeding you all this time?"

The effect of chocolate is not limited to relieving mood, it also does a good job in providing energy. Isaac didn't notice this at first, but after a dozen or so chocolates had disappeared at such a rapid pace—don't ask him how he knew, he had to keep an eye on who he was rescuing—he thought about it anyway.

Obviously, the question raised by Isaac hit the point. Stella Hart, who was still reserved and wanted to go back to the bright and safe hotel to solve the matter, unconsciously touched the edge of the gauze covering the wound on her face, "She has never Give me food."

"Just you?" Isaac wondered.

"Yes, it's just me. She actually treats Christy pretty well..." Stella Hart was interrupted by her daughter before she finished speaking.

"What's wrong? She's a lunatic!" Christy Hart finally spoke the first words of the night, "It may not be her fault that she was abused by her own mother, but why did she let me treat you like that?!"

Stella Hart held her daughter in her arms and combed her hair one by one, "As you can see now, Christy and I have a very good relationship. At the beginning, Christy gave me the food she secretly hid. Later, I didn't know her How did I find out about this? Every time I take out the food, I have to wait until Christy finishes eating before leaving. If Christy doesn’t eat in front of her, she will still take the food away when she leaves. Christy is very angry, and finally simply Eat nothing."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back the nausea after eating!" Christy said loudly, "I can't do the thing of eating myself and making you hungry. At worst, we're both hungry. Anyway, I'm a model, so I'm used to it. !"

"It's sweet, but I don't want you to go hungry." Stella Hart has talked to her daughter about this issue many times, but Christy still goes her own way.

"Can we go out to eat now?" Christy Hart ignored her mother, she looked at Isaac, her voice was weak but lilting. "I don't want to eat in the car, I want to go somewhere wide and bright.

Well, the reservedness that belongs to a girl was shattered by Isaac's words just now. Since I can't go back to the hotel restaurant to soothe my stomach in a short time, the top priority is not to worry too much about the image, and it is true to feed myself first.

"Okay." Isaac paused, "As you wish."

The mother and daughter looked a little embarrassed, hoping that they would not arouse the vigilance of the clerk.

This is of course impossible.

Two men and two women, the men seemed to be all right, but the two ladies were not so good.The clothes on her body have obviously been passed on for a long time, and there are folds that cannot be evened out. Although the hair looks neat at first glance, it can be finely combed with fingers, not to mention the wound on Stella Hart's face that has just been treated.

"Hey, ma'am, are you okay?" A tall and strong clerk came over and separated Isaac from them without any trace. "You look like you need help."

Isaac pretended not to hear and began to study the menu. Aubrey made a somewhat exaggerated expression, obviously finding this incident very interesting, and amused Christy who was not far away from him.

"Thank you, I'm fine." Stella Hart naturally didn't want to have any more accidents, "I encountered a little trouble on the road, and we will return to the city after eating."

The episode passed quickly, but Christy was in a better mood.

"Fortunately, there are still good people in Italy who like to help others." She looked relieved, "We just had bad luck this time."

Seeing Christy who quickly adjusted her emotions, Isaac shook his head, well, on the bright side, at least this encounter did not leave any serious psychological shadow on the girl, which is a good thing.

"They're so brave," Aubrey sighed after sending them back to their hotel room.

Isaac nodded, "There is an article that says women are more resistant to stress than men."

"Well, it's good." Aubrey seemed to like the scene of the mother and daughter's deep affection, "They are each other's support."

This side is very good, but the progress on Selma Rosalind's side is very headache.After she was arrested, she didn't say a word, and even ignored the lawyers hired for her. She just lowered her head, like a dark mushroom.

"It can't go on like this." The policeman in charge of the interrogation has lost his temper. It has been two days and there has been no progress, which makes people feel a little anxious.Of course, they collected enough evidence, even if they went to court, that evidence alone would be enough to convict him.But how should I put it, without the criminal's personal confession, it always feels a little unsatisfactory.

Isaac didn't know about this at first. After all, the criminal was Italian, and the sentencing was up to him. Hart's mother and daughter recovered well, and he planned to go to the scheduled flight for the return flight.The nature of the matter was not too bad compared to the past, and he wasn't so outraged that he had to intervene in it.So, when the policeman who just came to entertain him told him about this, he just hummed, not very surprised.

Judging from Selma Rosalind's psychological counseling records, this situation is entirely possible.

But being asked for help to assist in the interrogation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Why didn't he know that his fame had spread to Italy?