[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

The body of Lilith Warren has been handed over to the funeral home, and it was agreed to be buried in three days. The Warrens specifically pleaded with the local pastor, asking the pastor to be willing to hold a funeral for Lilith in the church.

Mrs. Warren is now selecting items for her burial.

When the people from the BAU team arrived, Mrs. Warren was flipping through the photos of Lilith from childhood to adulthood. She had a stable smile on her face and learned that although the arrival of the few people was a bit unexpected and she didn't get up, she still used her With a very gentle attitude, he nodded to several people.

Hooch went to speak to Mr Warren.

Lance sat next to Mrs. Warren, watching the wrinkled woman caressing the face of the person in the photo with her well-maintained hands.

"Mrs. Warren." Lance said.

Mrs. Warren raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her.

Lance considered his tone, "We need an item left by Lilith."

Mrs. Warren was a little puzzled, "What do you need? Is it a must?" Even though Lance hadn't said what it was, she was already reluctant.

Lance reached out and scratched his cheek, "I don't know if Lilith has told you about her past."

The smile on Mrs. Warren's face faded, but she still answered Lance's question, "Yes, she said that the family that adopted her was very good, and she also said that she was in an orphanage before that."

Lance pursed his lower lip, "I actually come from the same orphanage as Lilith." He focused his eyes on the eyes of the lady in front of him, trying to look sincere, "Her original name is Daisy, Lilith It was the subsequent family who gave her the name."

"Oh!" Mrs. Warren believed Lance almost immediately, "Yes, her original name was Daisy, oh I'm sorry, kid." Sadness crept into her eyes again.

Lance smiled reluctantly, "We need to find the original culprit now, other girls in the town before may..."

"Maybe still alive." Mrs. Warren took the words, "Don't worry about me, child, Karl has been talking to us all the time, what do you need?"

"A book of fairy tales," Lance said. "The one Lilith brought."

Mrs. Warren was silent for a long time before she smiled. She stood up, as if the burden on her body had been lifted, "What's your name?"

Lance looked at her blankly, as if he couldn't understand, "Noah Lance."

"Noah." Mrs. Warren's smile became softer, "It's a very good name, really good. Just wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, she got up and went to the bedroom under everyone's gaze, and returned after only a few minutes. When she came back, she already had a large storybook wrapped in plastic.

Mrs. Warren put the fairy tale book in Lance's hand, and Lance quickly took it with both hands.

Mr. Warren also came over at this time, glanced at the fairy tale book in Lance's hand, and then hugged his wife tightly, "Is it him?"

Mrs. Warren buried her face in her husband's chest and took a light breath, "It's him."

"Lilith brought such a book when she came. The staff told us that it was given to her by Lilith's adoptive mother. She cherishes it very much." It was Mr. Warren who spoke, and he seemed to be lost in memory. One hand patted his wife's back lightly, but her eyes seemed to drift to the distance, "We have never had children, and Lilith came to our world like a little angel. She is willing to call us Dad instead. We were so happy when we were moms!"

The crowd listened in silence.

"One year she had her birthday, and she took the initiative to ask us for a birthday gift the day before." Mr. Warren laughed, "I want to seal up this fairy tale book."

"I took her to the town. There are no shops that specialize in this kind of work. It took me a long time to find one that can do it. Her smile was so cute at the time." Mr. Warren smacked his lips twice, "I Buried Crash in a tin box with her in the backyard, I always felt that she was ready to enter a new role and start a new life."

"But some time ago." Mrs. Warren stroked her husband's chest, "Six months ago, when a girl began to disappear, Lilith was a little worried. The missing girl was similar to her age, and we were also very worried. Shortly after that, Lilith told us that if something happens to her one day, please don't be sad for her, she must be taken away by God."

"This book, I know something is wrong." Mrs. Warren tilted her head, looking at the book in Lance's hand, "She cares too much about it, even though she came back to celebrate her birthday this time, I saw her wandering in the backyard , But, isn’t it normal for a girl to think of another mother who was good to her on her mother’s birthday? And I know she loves us, and that’s enough.”

Lance squeezed the book in his hand, "Mind if I open it?"

Mrs. Warren didn't seem to hear him, "She also told us that this book is her treasure, and only one day there will be a black messenger sent by God to dedicate this book, 'Mom! , just like in the Bible you read, God sent man to build an ark, if I want to go to heaven, I must take a cool boat like Noah’s ark’.”

Lance lowered his head to remove the outer plastic cover, and gently opened the storybook.

He reached out and fumbled lightly for the rows of names in black that were still clear on the yellowed paper pasted on the page, and turned another page, seeing the various time records and the status of the 'cargo' on it.

After 18 years, this "transaction record book" finally returned to his hands.

Who would have thought?

When the reporter who disappeared back then knew that he had touched the taboo of some people and his life was near, he gave this record book that everyone wanted to get at that time to a four-year-old girl.

And this little girl, relying on her childish thinking, used her appearance as a disguise to hide the ironclad evidence.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, she is just a little girl, and she may not even remember things at the age of four.

But she did.

She survived the greedy and prying eyes, and she was like a weed crawling on the ground under tremendous pressure, absorbed the love from her side, and bloomed beautiful and lovely flowers, but she was trampled on again inadvertently Broken.

Hu Qi didn't ask Lance to hand over the fairy tale book, but the nature of this case has risen to a higher level. Now that Hu Qi has found clues, he has no idea of ​​sitting still.

It is not enough to let the people on this list be brought to justice. The local disappearance case in Liedonan Town is definitely related to some people on this list. The special thing about Lilith is probably knowing Lilith's past and Orphan Mary. The hospital is involved.

This list includes some politicians who are still active or on the rise.

But the best way to beat a politician is to throw a bunch of them.

The FBI has always been a very special existence in the United States. It exists in the system and is independent of the system. This makes it sometimes restrained in doing things, but sometimes it is very smooth.

Hu Qi called the director.

Lance took Rhett away overnight.

What Hu Qi said was, "Something's wrong with your wound recently, and this case is quite sensitive. I'll give you a few days off, and I believe you will be careful."

Lance was holding a fairy tale book at the time, with his head resting on Rhett's shoulders. The speed of the car was a bit fast, and he was really dizzy, so after hearing Hu Qi's words, he returned without thinking, "How do you know that I Headache, what have you installed in my head?!"

Then got Hu Qi's indescribable sigh.

It took a few seconds for Lance to react. After realizing it, he carried the car away overnight.

Lance pressed his fingers on the phone keyboard. They were going to a place, or the base camp of a certain camp would be more appropriate.

Rhett dozed off next to him, and the two of them looked like they were on vacation.

This made the red-haired man who was driving very dissatisfied, "You have to say something!"

Lance didn't even raise his eyelids, and continued to press the phone, "Keep your voice down, my family is sleeping, and I'll hit you if you wake up."

The red-haired man clenched the steering wheel, his face was a little ugly, but he only dared to mutter.

Rhett was also dozing off, so he opened his eyes when he heard the words, "I'm awake."

Lance's murderous eyes immediately turned to the driver's seat, and the red-haired man's eyes met Lance's in the rearview mirror. He cursed in a low voice, and then pretended to be nonchalant, raising his eyebrows like a bluff. "You found a note and took him to our place, because you were afraid that we would not die fast enough, right?"

Lance frowned, "What are you talking about? It's not the note, it's the FBI. Anna is also the FBI, and I'm also the FBI. Why can't I find an FBI?"

The red-haired man's back was numb from three FBIs in one sentence, and he felt aggrieved for a while, "Anyway, don't do anything bad."

Lance rolled his eyes at him unceremoniously, "It's always you who are doing bad things."

"That's not because..." The red-haired man opened his mouth, but suddenly stopped, "Well, you bastard, I thought you were different after you went to school, and your vengeful personality has never changed."

"Dare to drug me and dare not listen to my eccentricity?" Lance put away his phone, he sneered, "Is something wrong with Kelvin?"

The red-haired man stopped talking again, and he stared at the front with a cold face, as if he was born to be an emotionless driving machine, and it wasn't him who was arguing with Lance just now.

Lance didn't care when he saw people like this, and continued to take out his phone and press it, "The little doctor is sleeping for a while, I still have something to contact Garcia." After he finished speaking, he looked up at the driver's seat, "So It's been many years, Peter, you still can't hide things on your face, I'm not the only one who hasn't improved."

The author has something to say: the countdown to the end is on, I will strive for more tomorrow, and arrange the end of the main text in two or three chapters.thumb