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

Even if it was just a little mouse, Jerry knew he had screwed Ethan up this time.

The ex-girlfriend who brought Ethan out of the police station before was there. She just took the piece of paper and glanced at it, and she was sure that it was Ethan's handwriting.

Not long after, Ethan was couriered by the police.

"If I say that I don't know what's going on, will you believe it?" Ethan was pressed on the seat by a strong black man, and he said nervously shaking his legs: "I have been resting near my home for the past few days. .”

Al looked at him with scrutiny, and Jerry sat on the small flower pot beside him and shook his head.

It seemed to understand why Ethan broke up with this beauty. Al just stared at Ethan for a while, and Ethan became a soft-legged shrimp.

"Be tough, you're absolutely innocent!" Jerry whistled and said, "I'll take care of things myself, so just tell her that Jerry did it."

Ethan, who was still trembling at first, suddenly turned his head when he heard its voice, and glared at it viciously.

"I knew it was you!" Ethan said in a low voice, "We will settle this matter in the future, you stop the BGM first!"

Jerry shook his head helplessly, and Ethan's eyelids twitched.

Al and Morgan looked at each other, worry written on each other's faces.

"I know it wasn't you who made Ethan, but this piece of paper probably means that the murderer has been to your house. Take a look first, 1 Can you tell when you last saw this piece of paper?" Al said Handing over the paper, he leaned forward and was ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Ethan watched for a while, embarrassed.This is the time when he wanted to commit suicide, writing out words to vent.

He was about to speak when he suddenly saw Jerry crawling along the back of the black FBI into his pocket from the corner of his eye.

"Shh, don't make trouble!" Ethan said with his head turned.

"I advise you to listen to your ex-girlfriend quietly." Jerry took out the fan and slapped Ethan, slapped his head straight, and slipped his ass into Morgan's left pocket.

Ethan still wanted to stop, but felt his shoulders sink.

Morgan held him down and frowned and said, "What do you mean don't make trouble?"

Al on the opposite side also started calling his name, and Ethan opened his mouth.

Jerry poked his head out of Morgan's pocket and threatened: "Don't betray me, I'll sneak into them to collect information!"

Ethan turned his head stiffly, he hesitated and said, "It's okay."

The people around looked at Ethan like a mental patient, and Ethan looked at the ground in despair.

It's so embarrassing, I want to bury myself.

The interrogation of Ethan is over quickly, at least on the surface.

Everyone present seemed to think that Ethan had mental problems and it was difficult to cooperate with the investigation.

Jerry tucked into Morgan's pocket and followed him wobbly up and down the house.

It knocked on the system in its head, and it didn't take long to hear a mechanical sound.

[Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Jerry. ] System 203 replied.

'Is Tom still alive? ' asked Jerry nervously.

[Currently still alive. ] The system said.

Jerry was reluctantly relieved.

It heard a man's voice from above, "The murderer didn't walk fast. Although there was part of the reason for the chainsaw, it was more like he was tripped by something."

"Or maybe he's disabled and has trouble walking," said another voice.

"How do people with disabilities control the male master of the house?"

Jerry followed carefully and took notes. Although Jerry couldn't understand a lot of what Morgan and the others said, he always felt very powerful.

Jerry licked the nib of his pen, and suddenly wanted to change his partner from Ethan to these agents.

The black detective climbed onto the balcony and lay down on the ground for a while. Jerry had to hold on to his clothes to prevent himself from flying out.

"What are you looking for?" Rhett asked suspiciously.

Morgan was squatting in the bedroom, leaning against the cabinet door and looking at the bedroom door, he pondered: "I was wondering how the murderer could calculate the time so accurately."

"He knew how long it would take for the police car to arrive, calculated the time for analysis and location, and even deliberately left enough time for the victim to report the crime." Reid's eyes drifted to Morgan's pocket from time to time, and he leaned against the window and said: "Mother When encountering danger, she will think of her child immediately. In order to protect the child, even if the murderer is not guarding the door, the woman will run upstairs by herself."

"And the child's bedroom is on the second floor. When the murderer blocked the corridor, she had no other choice but to stuff the child into the closet." Morgan opened the closet door, looked at the blood-stained partition, and imagined what happened at that time. screen.

The little girl was told by her mother not to make a sound no matter what happened, she shrank in the pile of clothes in the closet, barely hiding herself with the clothes.

The wardrobe is on the left side of the room, next to the window, and the door faces the bed.

Due to the limited angle, the person hiding in the cabinet cannot see the situation at the door of the bedroom.

There was a lot of blood on the ground not far from the bedroom entrance.

This is the place where the informant and the murderer confronted head-on, but after the police arrived, the informant's body was lying in front of the closet door.

"The murderer deliberately dragged the defenseless informant to the closet, just to show the girl hiding in the closet how he tortured her mother to death." Morgan took two steps and turned to face the closet door , pondered: "He also took the reporter's mobile phone, just to broadcast the whole process of killing the girl to the operator."

"He has a strong desire to show off, he is eager to get the attention of others." Reid said, bent down and carefully poked Morgan's pocket with a pen.

"The reporter couldn't say anything about the murderer's characteristics, except that he was too nervous. It may also be that the murderer specially wore a 'show costume'. I suspect that the 'demon, monster' she said was the image of the murderer she saw in her eyes." Morgan turned around and asked, "What's the matter, Rhett?"

Reid reached out and touched Morgan's pocket, and asked suspiciously, "What do you have in here, why is it moving all the time?"

Jerry was studying hard, when someone pinched him suddenly, and he slapped it back impatiently.

There was an exclamation from outside, and Rhett stammered, "It's soft."

Jerry covered his ears, just about to go out and see what happened.A big hand suddenly reached into the pocket, grabbed it and took it out.

The man was so strong that Jerry squeaked when he was pinched.

It barely squeezed its head out from between its fingers, and raised its head to face a big black face.

The man's expression changed from panic to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to shock, and finally threw Jerry out with a yell.

"Tell me it's just a chipmunk." Morgan rubbed his hands frantically on his clothes.

Rhett took a few glances at Jerry who had fallen to the ground, and said sincerely, "No, I'm pretty sure it's a Rattus norvegicus."

Morgan was even more devastated. He touched his pocket carefully, as if he was worried that there were other things in it.

Jerry fell on his head, and a bunch of little stars popped out of his head.

Fortunately, the two detectives didn't mean to argue with the mouse, and Jerry staggered downstairs.

Ethan was talking to Al in the lobby on the first floor. Hearing the special effects in his head, he knew that Jerry was causing trouble again.

Jerry walked to Ethan's feet in a daze, and fell on his leather shoes.

"You still have this mouse?" Al followed Ethan's gaze and looked down.

Ethan looked at the big red envelope bulging on Jerry's head, gloating a little.

He pinched Jerry and stuffed it into his pocket, then turned around and continued to make friends with Al.

Police cars are parked on the street, and the policemen walking back and forth add a touch of life to this lonely street.

Children and old people living in the surrounding area gather to look at the house from a distance. There are not many people watching, and occasionally passers-by stop by.

There were only two policemen standing guard at the door, and the detectives searched the house for evidence.

The attention of the police was drawn to the neighborhood of the house by some daring children.

One of the elderly policemen scolded in a low voice: "Do not approach the murder scene!"

The children looked at the FBI in the house curiously, and laughed and scattered after being warned.

In the crowd, a man wearing a scarf was watching the scene quietly while holding a pet box.

His eyes slid past the policeman, and finally fell through the window to the living room.

A man and a woman were sitting on the sofa in the living room. The man was talking to the woman with a sad face.

Not knowing what the woman said, the man took out a mouse from his pocket and shook it at the woman. The violent shaking made the little mouse scream.

At this moment, an indistinct cat meow suddenly came from the originally quiet pet box, the sound was a bit sharp, and it was full of anger.

The man in the scarf didn't stay any longer, he lowered his hat and turned into the nearest alley.