I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

The murderer didn't answer Ethan's question, he looked at his watch from time to time as if waiting for something.

He just rolled his eyeballs a few times, the movements were small, but enough for Ethan to notice the abnormality.

Ethan was the closest and could see the most clearly.He frowned tightly and said hesitantly, "What are you waiting for? What do you do with the time?"

Hodge gestured to Gordon who was standing in the crowd, Gordon nodded, pulled the policeman who was with him and said in a low voice: "He has prepared other things, I guess it may be a bomb/bomb. He and us Stalemate is waiting for time."

"You mean the bomb/bomb is under our feet?" the policeman said nervously.

"He has no thoughts of suicide for the time being, and there will be no bombs in front of the No. [-] warehouse." Gordon explained in a low voice: "There should be other victims here. You should take someone to the small house behind the warehouse to have a look." , The bomb/bomb will not be hidden very well, most of it is in the corner of the house, and you can see it if you look carefully. "

The policeman clenched his hand/gun uncomfortably, and he whispered to Gordon, "Are you sure there are still people alive in that house, aren't you?"

"Ethan's roommate is still inside." Gordon said as he looked up, the frequency with which the murderer looked at his watch did not change significantly.

"How much time do I have?" The policeman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Although the policemen here will more or less dismantle the bomb/bomb, we didn't wear the relevant protective gear today, and I need to be responsible for their lives. "

Ethan was still negotiating with the murderer, and Gordon squinted his eyes to observe the murderer's expression.The frequency with which he looked at his watch began to increase, which meant that the remaining time was no longer enough to count in minutes.

"At most half a minute, come with me quickly." Gordon grabbed the policeman's arm and ran quickly to the house behind the warehouse.

Rhett heard the commotion of the two, turned and followed.

The departure of the three of them obviously alarmed the murderer, and there was finally a little haste in his calm voice.

He clenched his hand/gun tightly, aimed at his temple and said, "Stop! Sir! There are still 30 seconds left to bomb/bomb."

The policeman hesitated for a moment, but Gordon ignored him and ran straight into the small house.

"Did you put a bomb in that house?" Ethan looked at the murderer angrily with veins popping out of his neck.

Jerry had already climbed up to the man's collar, but the murderer's gun was aimed at his temple, and Jerry didn't dare to move for a while.

It waved at Ethan, and Ethan took a deep breath and stepped forward, drawing the murderer's attention to him.

He opened his arms and said with trembling lips: "You want to prove your own strength by killing? No sir, with all due respect, this will only show us how cowardly and incompetent you are. Killing unarmed women and children, you still It's really heroic."

The murderer raised his eyebrows, his expression didn't change much, and Ethan realized that he was looking in the wrong direction.

There is a bomb/bomb that is about to explode in the small house, and the previous three people have entered the house.

Whether they succeed or not, those who stay here will also be diverted.

Ethan was very worried that the murderer had other plans, and the longer the delay, the greater the risk.

Jerry was also aware of this problem, and it kept gesturing to Ethan, signaling him to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

Ethan has never been so nervous, and now it's a match between him and the murderer.Some words are said through Al and the others, if Ethan says it again, it will not have any effect.

But Ethan didn't know the reason for the murderer's crime, and he didn't even know the name of the murderer.He thought quickly, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Tom, who had been huddled in the corner of the warehouse without making a sound, suddenly raised his head and said to Jerry: "That one named Ethan seems to understand you. I have a clue and I don't know if it will be useful. The murderer often asks me if I remember it." Remember who he is, tell Ethan to try."

"Are you serious?" Jerry widened his eyes and said in surprise, "You remember what the murderer said?"

"Is this the time to talk about this? Tell Ethan quickly." Tom said eagerly, "You're so nervous, don't make trouble with me."

Jerry blinked at it, and tilted his head in Ethan's direction quite proudly.

"There is good news, he can understand you too."

Before Jerry finished speaking, Tom heard Ethan provocatively say to the murderer in a hoarse voice, "You think you killed a lot of people, but as a former operator, I can tell you with certainty that this There are cases happening every day in the city. There is no shortage of psycho killers in America, and you have nothing to remember."

He observed the murderer's expression, and continued: "I don't even know your name, sir. No one in this world cares about you, and no one will spend energy to remember you."

Before he finished speaking, the murderer wanted to point the gun at him.

The moment the murderer's arm turned, Jerry jumped up and bit the murderer's ear.

The severe pain caused the murderer to temporarily lose his ability to think, and he instinctively reached out to grab Jerry.

Hodge, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly jumped out from the side. He grabbed the murderer's arm holding the gun, knocked his wrist and snatched the gun from him.

The murderer was held down by Hodge, and Jerry fell off of him.

It fell to the ground and held its head in a daze. The murderer beside him began to struggle and fight back. Hodge was knocked back two steps and stepped on Jerry's tail.

Jerry patted his trouser leg and called, "Sir, please let me out."

Hodge was handcuffing the murderer and completely oblivious to stepping on a rat.

Tom came out slowly from his hiding place, swept Jerry's head with his tail, and said in a strange way: "Please beg me, and I will drag you out."

"You're so nervous, don't make trouble with me!" Jerry said solemnly with his hips akimbo: "I can't even feel my tail."

Tom snorted, opened his mouth and grabbed Jerry's head, stepped back and pulled Jerry out from under Hodge's shoe.

Jerry shook the drool off his head and looked around looking for Ethan.

Tom squatted on one side and tilted his head to watch. It moved its ears and said, "You want to find Ethan? He went to the hut with the bomb."

"Okay... After all, the business is important." Jerry said with some frustration.

Tom nodded his head and asked suspiciously: "What do you want him for?"

"I thought he was going to compliment me," Jerry whispered, drawing circles with his feet on the ground.

Tom snorted, looked at Jerry out of the corner of his eye, and said in a long and exaggerated tone, "You are so awesome, oh my hero."

Jerry expressed that he was offended, and pulled out a bunch of tail hairs.

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When Ethan passed by, the bomb had been dismantled for a long time, and a tall and thin detective squatted next to the bomb, holding a fruit knife in his hand.

The young detective raised his head, and the eyes of the two happened to meet. Ethan felt inexplicably embarrassed. Fortunately, the detective quickly turned his head and continued talking to Hodge.

The small house contained four chairs, three dead bodies and one unconscious victim.

On the wall behind the chair, there are four numbers written in blood.

"6, 7, 8, 9?" Hodge whispered softly, "Red, what do you think these represent."

Reid said hesitantly: "It's not the serial number of the victim, it doesn't match the number of people he killed."

"Then what is this?" Ethan leaned over and asked curiously.

Reid glanced at him, shook his head and pondered: "I don't know, it may be some kind of ceremony or a special code name."