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

Rhett found the newspaper he had seen by chance before, and that page was just like what he said, an advertisement for the opening of the Rambal Bowling Alley.

"What do you think this is implying?" Al asked, leaning on his desk.

"If that note was a warning, then this bowling alley was probably the murderer's first target."

The BAU did not take over the case. To be precise, a piece of paper with unclear meaning is not worth spending human and financial resources.

Hodge investigated this matter only out of caution, and they had just solved a big case, so they had nothing to do at present.

Red and Al began investigating the matter privately, and they were given half a day off to investigate the Rambal Bowling Alley.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Reid sat stiffly on the rest chair in the bowling alley, looking around vigilantly.

There are not many customers now, and the bowling alley looks a little empty.

Among the sporadic guests, two strange people attracted Rhett's attention. They were two men, one tall and one short.

When they passed by Rhett, Rhett heard them talking in whispers.

"What have you been looking for here?" the short man asked, "There are very few people here now."

"Woman, John." The tall and thin man said concisely: "She has played this kind of game before."

Rhett could tell from their accents that they were British. Looking at their walking posture, the little man named John probably served in the army.

They are not here for leisure, more like investigating something.

Rhett could only see John's face, the other man's face was full of beards.

Rhett seemed to have seen John somewhere, he frowned and thought, but couldn't remember for a while.

While Rhett was observing the two, Al came back with two cold drinks.

She followed Rhett's line of sight, and said with a little surprise: "Smith, are you here too?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sherlock looked back at Al, and muttered in a low voice, "You guys are here too."

"What did you say?" Al didn't hear clearly.

Sherlock ignored her and walked straight to the other side.

Watson smiled apologetically, and trotted after him.

"Who are they?" Rhett asked.

Al's expression was a little weird. She drank a cold drink and said casually: "He claims to be Jonathan Smith. Although he concealed his identity, he is not considered a dangerous person. He has been investigating the case since he came from England. He Says he's a psychiatrist, but I think he's a private eye."

"Could it be a spy?" Rhett asked.

"I've observed him for a while, and he only goes to the crime scene." Al relaxed his body and said slowly: "This bowling alley is really good. It would be even better if we didn't come here for investigation."

With that said, Al put down his cold drink and went to play bowling.

They've searched the entire bowling alley and there are no time bombs or other dangerous items in it.

Sherlock muttered that the time was not up yet, and left first.

Rhett and Al played until six in the afternoon and were about to leave.

Suddenly, a group of young people poured in. They entered the bowling alley together, still wearing uniform club clothes.

El pulled one of the women and asked, "Is there any big event here today?"

The woman shook her head and said, "Oh, I don't know if this counts as a big event, we just made an appointment to come here to play together."

"Approximately how many people?" Al asked.

The woman hesitated a little and said: "I don't know, there are probably thirty or forty. It's rare for everyone to get together, do you want to come together?"

As she said that, the woman took off her hat and handed it to Al in a friendly way: "Come on, let's make it more lively. This is a big party, and there will be a big cake coming over later."

These people gathered in a small area, making it look a little crowded.

Rhett's intuition told him that if the note really foretells the bowling alley, disaster must be near.

Al took a small red envelope to make a rest chair, and she said in a low voice: "We have no reason to force these people to leave, I'm going to go to the main entrance to take a look. It's not the time when the traffic is at its peak, maybe we should call the police for assistance. "

"As you said, we have no reason." Reid spread his hands and said, "We don't know what we are about to face, Christmas Eve, or a catastrophe."

Al grabs a cold drink and walks out of the bowling alley, leaving Red alone inside.

Reid got up again and checked every corner of the hall. He stayed away from the bustling crowd, walked around the staff of the arena and walked to the staff lounge.

There are monitoring inside and outside the arena. If an accident occurs, the people in the monitoring room will call the police as soon as possible.

When they checked in the afternoon, everything in the monitoring room was normal.

Reid came to the basement floor, walked through the quiet corridor, and walked carefully to the monitoring room at the end of the corridor.

The door of the monitoring room was ajar, and there was a faint light shining in the gap.

Reid took out his pistol/gun and raised his hand to push the door.

At this moment, the door of the monitoring room was suddenly pulled open.

A man dressed as an employee stood in front of the door, his hat was pulled down, a mask was on his face, and a cleaner's vest was on his body.

"Non-staff are not allowed to enter." The man said hoarsely.

He was holding the door with one hand, and the other was in Rhett's blind spot.

Reid hid the pistol/gun behind his back, his eyes swept over the man, and then fell into the monitoring room.

He could vaguely see a person lying on the ground in the monitoring room.

Reid clenched his hand/gun and backed away slowly, and there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the man in front of him pull out a pistol/gun from behind.

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In the end, Ethan still refused Jerry's enthusiastic help for the simple reason that he hadn't lived enough.

Although Jerry failed to make a superhero potion for Ethan, after a night of tossing with it, Ethan lay on the bed and slept very soundly without taking medicine.

Jerry took Tom to make another pair, handed the camera to Tom, and drank the newly made potion by himself.

Tom knows this potion too well, and Jerry used this to become a lightning mouse, or a quick mouse.In short, in order to steal cheese to eat, Jerry came up with weird recipes from nowhere, and almost became a super squirrel.

Jerry drank the still bubbling potion in one gulp. Under Tom's worried gaze, his body twitched quickly, sparks sprang out from time to time.

Tom quickly raised the camera, and then Jerry rushed out with a whoosh, leaving a bolt of lightning behind him.

Seconds later, Jerry came running back with a cupcake.

"I just got it out of a house in Williamsburg." Jerry raised his head proudly and handed the cupcake to Tom.

"It's so sweet." Tom took a bite and asked vaguely, "Where are you talking about?"

"Brooklyn, New York City." Jerry said casually, licking the icing on it: "Leave the paper cup for a while, and when Ethan wakes up, I will prove to him that my potion is really useful."

Tom shakes the camera and thinks of a very important question.

"Are you sure Ethan can drink this potion?" Tom snatched the whole cupcake and swallowed it in one gulp.Kicking away the petrified Jerry, he continued: "After all, he is just a human being. You know, human beings are stupid and fragile. Many people can't even climb trees, and their bodies are very weak."

With that, he clenched his teeth and spat out the outer skin of the cupcake onto Jerry's head, covering it whole.

Ethan slept very deeply this time, and didn't wake up until after six o'clock in the afternoon.

He stretched himself, and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Jerry beating Tom.

It turned on the pan and banged on Tom's head.Seeing Ethan come out, Jerry waved his hand friendly and said, "Hi Ethan, good afternoon."

Ethan was used to their daily fights, even if Tom's head was slapped into the shape of a frying pan, even if Tom grabbed the frying pan and slapped Jerry into a cake in the next second.

Ethan wasn't going to run over and separate them like before, and then stupidly give Jerry artificial respiration, trying to blow it up like a balloon.

"This is the cupcake I brought back from Brooklyn." Jerry put the cake crust on the table, took out a small glass bottle that was bigger than it, and continued: "This is what we researched this afternoon. A simple potion that can turn you into The Flash."

Ethan looked at these two things, and was tempted by Tom's video of the lightning rat, finally mustered up the courage to try again.

He carefully poured the potion onto the spoon, and under Jerry's nervous gaze, the spoon melted into slag.

"It shouldn't be like this." Jerry said dejectedly: "Why is it okay when I use it, I obviously made it a mild version."

Ethan sucked in a breath, he closed the bottle cap silently, held Jerry up and said softly, "I don't think there is something wrong with your potion, it's probably because it's only for you and Tom."

Jerry nodded in disappointment, Ethan put the potion in his pocket, and comforted him: "I have received your wish, I will keep it well, maybe it will be useful in the future. It is very corrosive, and it may be used internally. No, but I believe external use will have a miraculous effect."

Tom found out that Ethan liked to play straight balls when he spoke, and with his old father's kind smile, Jerry was coaxed into a blushing face without saying a few words, and happily ran over to mass-produce the potion.

After coaxing Jerry, Ethan turned on the TV and prepared to watch some variety shows.

The TV is placed in the living room, which is shared by the two of them. When Smith is in a panic, he will turn it on and watch the news for a while, muttering to himself while watching.

Ethan is not interested in this thing, he was just about to switch to the channel he often watches, and a breaking news was interrupted in the live broadcast room.

The female reporter said something excitedly, with a bowling alley surrounded by police in the background.

"At [-]:[-] p.m. today, a terrorist attack occurred at the Rambal Bowling Alley. Counting the employees, at least [-] citizens were trapped in the hall. The number of terrorists is still unclear, but it is certain that they held There are guns."

The female reporter’s words were interrupted by gunshots from inside the hall. She looked back at the bowling alley, then hurried to the front and grabbed a person and asked, “I heard that you were the first to call the police. Can you contact us? Tell me about the specific situation?"

Jerry heard the commotion in the living room and stood over Tom's head looking up at the TV.

It held the potion and said suspiciously: "Is Al on TV?"

Tom ran to the TV and tilted his head and said, "Looks like a... terror/attack scene."

The author has something to say: Little Theater - about the cupcakes that Jerry brought back

"Caroline, where's the cake I just put here?"

"Isn't it just on the table?"

"No, the guests at that table are waiting to use it. She also plans to use it to slap her husband's face. Now it's all right. I can only sell her my tampons."

"Hmm... Could it be that Han took the cake?"

"Are you serious? Do you really think he'll be able to get to the stage?"

感谢在2020-05-1523:09:41~2020-05-1623:16:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Kanglong Yougui 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yu Yin; 7 bottles of Ji'er; 4 bottles of Kanglong Youhui; 1 bottle of Arkham's attending doctor;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!