[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Mr. Elegant Landmallock

DeWitt noticed that Dominique's eyes were getting colder and colder, and changed the subject tactfully, "Speaking of which, I still don't know what your name is, sir? My name is DeWitt Stuart, and I'm just an ordinary teacher."

Dominic put away the coldness in his eyes, "My name is Dominic Miller, and I'm just an ordinary... detective."

"Detective?" DeWitt didn't show the slightest panic or vision, just a proper surprise.

Dominic shrugged and pretended to be helpless, "Yeah, many people think that I don't look like an FBI. But who stipulates that an FBI must wear that kind of suit and a pair of that kind of suit?" expression, you need that kind of temperament."

Although Dominic said "that" and "that" the whole time, DeWitt immediately realized what Dominic was referring to.He recalled the man standing next to Dominic back then, and he rarely showed a little true feeling, and said with great emotion, "It's, it's really hard to see such a person whose appearance and occupation match so well. "It really matches, as soon as I saw it, I knew it was the FBI who came to investigate the case...

Dominic opened his mouth, and then closed it silently: "..." Yes, their agents know how to pretend to be tailors, why doesn't Hu Qi know how to pretend?

But Dominique suddenly remembered that he accidentally ran into Hu Qi who was playing with his son Jack in his normal clothes a few days ago. With that smile, that attire matched with his much younger appearance, he almost thought it was someone who sneaked out with his younger brother in his arms. Playing naughty college students...

Looks like Hu Qi's acting skills are good...

Dominique was thinking about things, but the expression on his face was not obvious. DeWitt didn't notice anything, just looked at him and asked curiously, "Are you here to investigate any case?"

Dominic glanced at him, "I don't know if you have any impression of the name Kelly Philip?"

"Philip?" DeWitt's expression of surprise and worry did not hide his acquaintance with her, "Yes, she encountered a little difficulty before, so she often came to talk to me. She is also a poor child , but I haven't seen her for a while. I thought she had thought it through and went home... Is something wrong with her?"

Dominique stared firmly into DeWitt's eyes, and the smile on his face finally faded a bit. He suddenly realized that maybe the real difficulty of this case is not finding out who the murderer is.

Dominique lowered his eyes slightly, took a sip of the coffee on the sidelines, and then said slowly and regretfully: "In fact, she didn't go home. Hey... I can't say more Yes. But can you tell me the content of her chat with you?"

DeWitt looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry. Although she didn't pay me, she is both my student and my patient. I will not disclose my patient's private information without authorization."

Dominic put down his coffee with regret and stood up, "Okay, I'm sorry to bother you."

DeWitt got up and held out his hand to Dominic, "It's nothing, I should say sorry. I'm really sorry that I didn't provide any help."

Dominic smiled and shook hands with him, and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he inadvertently saw a group photo on the cabinet behind the sofa, which showed two men also in custom-made suits.One of them is Professor DeWitt, but the other...

Dominique's pupils shrank suddenly, and the warnings in his mind kept ringing for a moment, not because of how dangerous this person was, but because of the dead air that could overflow even through the photo.This man must have killed many people!

Dominique returns to normal in an instant, without DeWitt even realizing it.He glanced at the photo curiously and caught DeWitt's attention just in time.

DeWitt didn't want to say anything at first, but seeing Dominic's look like I won't leave without explaining, he could only helplessly say, "This is a photo I took when I was on a business trip to Baltimore. Where is that?" A psychiatrist is really excellent, and I heard that he is still doing psychological counseling for a local FBI detective with special abilities."

Dominic raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked curiously, "Special ability? Is it a supernatural ability?"

DeWitt shook his head, "No, it's a unique gift of empathy. We've discussed before whether this ability should be classified as a supernatural ability, but the genes in him are indeed not different at all. "

This is also the most fundamental basis for people to judge that this person does not have supernatural powers - specific genes.Whether it is an innate mutant, an acquired reformer, or even the Fantastic Four who flew into space and was accidentally irradiated to produce supernatural powers, their genes have already mutated, so they are all classified as supernatural beings.

Dominic pretended to be very interested, and exclaimed, "Wow... I really want to study it... and have a look. Could you please introduce me to that doctor?"

DeWitt raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "I thought you would want to know that FBI more."

Dominic put away his expression, and glanced at him with a half-smile, "But unique people are not so easy to get close to, aren't they?"

DeWitt put away his skeptical gaze, and said with deep empathy, "Then...will I reply to you after I have a chat with Dr. Lecter later?"

Dominic nodded and bowed to express his thanks, "Of course, I really trouble you."

Dominic walked straight out, and before going out, he suddenly thought of something and turned around and asked, "Can I ask Dr. Lecter's name?"

DeWitt didn't have the slightest doubt about this, "Hannibal, Doctor Hannibal Lecter."

"Hannibal..." Dominic chewed on the name, but couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart.

When Aaron met Dominic again, he noticed that he was obviously tired even if he concealed it...?

Aaron frowned. This person didn't respond to the attacks of so many people alone. Why is he like this now?

Aaron looked a little nervous: "What? Is there something wrong with Stuart?"

Dominique: "No, um...not really. There's something wrong with him, but I'm not..."

Dominic wanted to touch his cane again but found nothing. He stared at his hands for a while.It was appointment at last.

Some people!Born to be a hard worker, obviously did not ask him, obviously did not have a task, obviously others can solve it by themselves, but insisted on finding fault for themselves, insisted on looking, insisted on helping.What catches your eyes!What can I do to help!You deserve it for not being able to retire at your age!You have to live and suffer here! !

Dominic scolded himself severely in his heart, then sorted out all his emotions and raised his head to look at Aaron with a smile again, "It's nothing. That professor is really troublesome."

Aaron saw that Dominic didn't want to talk more, so he didn't ask any more, "Isn't it him?"

Dominique: "What do you think?"

Aaron looked at Dominic seriously. He has never been someone who draws conclusions without evidence, let alone speaks out his inner conjectures.But seeing Dominic seriously explaining his appearance, he couldn't help but slightly violated his principles, "I think it's him."

The smile on Dominic's face deepened. He didn't know how unique treatment he had received, but he said with some melancholy, "Yeah...but he's too calm and smart."

Where DeWitt is waiting for him, but in fact he is also waiting for the FBI to arrest him.He knew he had made a small, innocuous mistake about Philip, but that was all right.Of course he knew that the FBI would follow her to find this school, and he also knew that he must be the main suspect.

DeWitt was even prepared to have the vision of the FBI rushing in and taking him straight away.

But it's a pity... I can only say that BAU is worthy of being BAU, and this IQ is really extraordinary.

DeWitt stood by the window and looked at Dominic downstairs who was communicating with Aaron with regret.He had already prepared his things, and was going to take advantage of this detention to teach those policemen who were always running around behind his ass, not only didn't figure out the shit, but also guessed everywhere there.

DeWitt took out his phone and sent a text message to a friend who hit it off and shared a certain interest.

DS-I have an interesting person here who wants to meet you, are you interested?

After a while, the person on the opposite side who prefers writing letters to mobile phones finally replied the text message.

HL - interesting person?

DS - Yes, very interesting people.An FBI that is not the FBI, and a person who is not a person.

It was immediately apparent to the person across the street that DeWitt wanted to leave the fun to himself.

HL-Okay, then please introduce us.

DS - Of course, it's my pleasure.Unfortunately, I may not be able to share our 'fun' with you for a while.

HL-They found you.

DS - they found me.

HL- They can't catch you.

DS-they can't catch me.

HL - Good Luck.

DS—Good Luck.

The corners of DeWitt's mouth curled up slightly, and he exited the chat interface.Then he turned on the phone and started the unique 'improvement' program. In an instant, the screen of his phone flashed rapidly, and the information in the chat interface between him and several 'friends' quickly disappeared and was replaced with new content.And several people who should not appear on his contact list have all information deleted.

DeWitt took a leisurely sip of the tea sent by a friend from China, and let out a contented sigh.He is not as arrogant as some of his friends, who dare to commit crimes even if they are investigated.It's okay to be cautious, to be cowardly when it's time to be cowardly, as long as you can stay outside, are you afraid that there will be less opportunities to educate them?

Oh~ Of course, it's not that he can't 'educate' them well even in it, but won't he be able to see the appearance of those people jumping?

The smile in DeWitt's eyes deepened, and he picked up his cell phone and made a call to someone.

The phone rang almost once, and the person on the other side was connected immediately, "Do you have anything to do with me? Professor Stuart?"

"WELL," DeWitt couldn't help sighing at the speed of the person opposite, "Your speed is really beyond my imagination."

The young man on the opposite side seemed to be trying to cover up his behavior, and immediately coughed a few times in embarrassment, and couldn't help but add, "Well... I didn't set up special-cough cough for you. I mean, I just happened to be in Just look at files on your phone."

DeWitt chuckled, "Calm down, KID. I don't mind if you set me up with something 'unique'. That would be my pleasure."

The young man on the opposite side couldn't help but blushed at DeWitt's elegant and slow voice, and after a while he murmured: "... So, Professor, why are you looking for me?"

DeWitt's eyes darkened: "It's like this. I saw that the FBI came to our school today to investigate things."

Young man: "?? What's wrong?"

DeWitt: "Philip is dead."

Young man: "...who?"

DeWitt: "A female student who is about to graduate this year, she came to me a few days ago because of too much psychological pressure... I had a chat. She is pregnant, but the other party is unwilling to take responsibility."

The young man immediately took a deep breath, and his face became extremely ugly, "They...then they will come to find..."

"Paise!" DeWitt suddenly raised the volume, interrupting someone's uneasiness, and then said slowly amidst the tension that immediately quieted down on the other side, "Paise, promise me. Don't let them disturb you How is Miriam's sleep?"

"Of course! Professor Stuart."

Paise listened to the person on the other side comforting him in a soft voice before hanging up the phone. His face was full of happiness and joy that could not be concealed.

Paise slowly put down his phone, and looked at a photo of a girl beside the desk. The girl was wearing simple clothes, but she was laughing. She looked very lively and cheerful, with long pale golden hair, fair skin and delicate facial features. , looks almost 80% like DeWitt.But because the temperament and personality are too different, no one would think that they would be relatives if they were not put together.

Pais gently stroked the girl's face in the photo, and said softly, "Of course, Professor Stuart."