[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Rhett showed a very delicate expression, and was about to open his mouth but saw Gordon raised his eyebrows at him, so he swallowed all the words back, lowered his head and continued to read the information in his hand.

But Morgan has no taboos, "What else?"

Al looked at Lance and smiled, "I can see Lance took out a lot of food from his pocket."

Lance paused, and took out another small candy box, "I can't afford the luxury of others understanding my world." Then he continued to take out a small knife calmly.

"..."

"..."

"Ah, I took it wrong." Lance himself was also taken aback, "I don't remember that I put the knife."

"...Let's put this question aside for now." Gordon rubbed the space between his brows. "Now let's sort it out. First of all, our suspect has a specific target."

"The targets are all white families, and racial issues can be considered." Morgan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Although the hair colors of the two deceased are different, their families are all decent families, and their wives are also beautiful girls with blond hair and blue eyes. "

"The deceased's body was wrapped in garbage bags and sent to the victim's family, and he was abused during his lifetime, indicating that he has no remorse for this." Hu Qi said.

Reid rolled his eyes, "But he gave the corpse as a gift to their family members, eager for someone to see his achievements, an extremely twisted show-off psychology."

Al nodded, "I just talked to Smith. According to her recollection, when she was on the phone with the suspect, the suspect kept emphasizing that he was her husband."

Gordon raised his eyebrows, touched his glasses, "It seems that he should have put himself in the husband's position."

"So." Lance stood up, "Is the suspect's target the victim or the victim's family?"

"Maybe, he was frustrated in his family. He once had a family and children. It happened that his wife was a blonde, and then they separated." *Thinking about it, he blinked slightly unexpectedly when he saw the candy box that Lance handed over Blinking his eyes, he shrugged and took it, "Thank you."

"Then what made him choose these families, and after observing them for a period of time, he killed his husband?" Lance put the knife back into his pocket. "However, judging from this, the suspect's original family seems to be very happy, and the family must be decent."

"Very likely, because it resonates." Morgan picked up the phone and pressed the button, and the call was answered almost immediately, "hey, my queen~"

"Hmm~ the omnipotent Garcia is waiting for the surrender of the knight~"

"Listen, we need a list of all the white couples here in Birmingham right now."

"omg, this is a huge task~"

Morgan smiled, "Wait a minute, my lord, I won't make you tired~"

"so."

"Wife is blond, with young children, decent family."

"Okay, wait, the queen is waving her wand, oh ~ sounds like a witch! The queen is giving orders ~" After a while, "ok~ the list has shrunk. But there are still thousands of lists."

Morgan turned his head, "Thousands."

Rhett frowned, and suddenly rummaged on the table.

Lance silently handed over the map at his hand.

Rhett was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, and marked three points on the map with a pen. It was the home of the two victims and the place where Mr. Smith's body was dumped.

"There are traces of the suspect in these places." Reid compared his fingers on the map. "We can use this to find out the range of the suspect's activities. His home must be nearby."

Morgan continued to talk to Garcia, and Lance looked out the window. Outside was a not-so-spacious street. It was past the rush hour for work, but there was still a steady stream of pedestrians on the road.

"Either stop here and disappear, or we will immediately make a fuss to show our existence. We really don't have much time."

Lance was listening to other people's conversations, and suddenly he felt like he was outside, a weird feeling of looking at this place through the camera.

"Ah!" A shrill scream sounded in the basement.

The clothes on the brown-haired man have long been covered with dust, but it can still be vaguely seen that the original clothes are expensive, which also shows that the man's income is very good. This man who should have been very decent is now lying on the ground, with lines There are several bruises on his face.

There was a moan of blood at the corner of his mouth, and after the scream, he seemed to exhaust all his strength to breathe heavily, his chest heaving and falling.

"En." A shadow enveloped the man's head, and the owner of the shadow let out a sigh similar to satisfaction.

"Who are you?" The man took a breath, with a trace of forbearance in his tone.

"Huh?" Hearing the man's words, the owner of the shadow made another short questioning sound, "Can you still talk?"

Maybe it was because of the obvious chill in his tone, the man felt his back suddenly turned cold, and of course it was indeed cold, his shirt was already soaked in cold sweat.

"Look~ What a decent sir, what he looks like now!"

The man lowered his head and took a deep breath again. Just as he was about to speak, he realized that the shadow above his head was a little smaller. The owner of the shadow actually stood up. He tried hard to raise his head to see the person clearly, but his sight was It was blurry, and with the bad light, he could only see an outline.

"Look~ does this gentleman also want to see himself clearly?" The tone of the shadow owner suddenly became lighter, "How much I trust you..."

The man shivered, he moved his body, and curled his fingers a few times.

"My sweetheart told me that too." The owner of the shadow moved, but turned his head and left while speaking.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, he hoped that his wife had found out that he was missing, and he was suddenly very grateful that his wife would call to pay attention to his itinerary when he was on a business trip.

"Da da da" the shadow master's footsteps were not concealed, and the man's face was pressed against the ground so that he could hear the sound that made his heart speed up more clearly.

He squatted down in front of the man again, a round stick with a cold touch was pressed against the man's cheek, the man's cold sweat mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, oh yes, his head was broken when he was kidnapped .

"Don't worry, it's just an ordinary iron rod." The owner of the shadow had a hint of helplessness in his tone, "My mother once said to me that there is nothing better to treat a disappointing man than to break his leg."

"..." The man opened his mouth, "p...please..."

"My husband, I used to trust you so much." The owner of the shadow changed his tone, "You let me down."

"I, I don't know... I don't know you."

"Oh~ you didn't even ask me why I treated you like this! Does this mean that you already know your mistake?" The owner of the shadow suddenly became emotional, "No, no, why do I have to tell you so much If so...but it doesn't matter anymore."

He stood up, and the iron rod without icy color was lifted high.

The man squinted his eyes with difficulty, and he could only see the outline clearly, but it was enough to make his heart beat a beat slower, and before he took in a breath, a sharp pain accompanied a slightly harsh 'click'. Invade his senses.

My mind suddenly became muddled, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, in a daze, as if time had slowed down.

"They are here." The man seems to have heard the man's murmur, "I saw them coming, they are looking for me... they are looking for me!" He looked extremely sad, "You should have been me... No, I should have been you!"

"..."

"I didn't do it on purpose..." His voice became lower and lower, "But I want to atone for my sins, and I want you to be redeemed."

"..."

"Are you right?" He turned his head and leaned closer to the man. He saw his own reflection in the man's eyes. The man's eyes were half-closed because he was in a trance, and he looked listless.

He couldn't help but reach out and lift the man's eyelids, looking at himself in that bloody eye.

"It's still dirty, didn't forgive me."

He suddenly relaxed, and the nervousness just now disappeared without a trace. He stood up and patted the little dust on his body, "Oh~ this little injury is actually not a big deal. I fell from a tree when I was young. It’s okay if you break your leg.” He held the iron rod in his hand, “It’s time to work, oh, and we’re going to meet harsh guests again.”

His footsteps became brisk, and the man suddenly heard a slight sound of opening the door, followed by a slight sound of closing the door, and the sound of locking, but he couldn't move now, and all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The sunlight was slightly dazzling. He squinted his eyes and adjusted for a while before reaching out and rubbing the center of his brows. He has black hair and a handsome face. Even though the clothes on his body are ordinary, his gestures and gestures show that he has a good family education. .

He twitched the corners of his mouth, allowing himself a warm smile, and slowly moved away from the locked room behind him.

"Vig!" After walking around a few corners, a blond girl stood there. She didn't hide the smile on her face when she saw him. Not very busy, us, I hear the cinema has good movies."

His eyes flashed, "I'm a little busy these days."

The blonde girl frowned slightly when she heard this, and blinked her eyes in embarrassment, "Then when are you free, Vig?"

"In a few days, I'll be free in a few days."

"Okay." The blonde was a little disappointed, but quickly adjusted her mood, "If you want to watch a movie, call me~" After speaking, she turned around and left.

He looked at the back of the girl gradually going away, his expression gradually became a little confused, with a trace of fascination, but suddenly he shook his head violently, and when he looked back, there was only disgust in his eyes.