[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Lance," Rhett called him from behind.

Lance turned around when he heard it, still holding the list sent by Garcia in his hand, "What?"

Reid lowered his head and touched his pocket, "um, Laila, Laila asked me for your contact information." Then he handed out the note that Laila just gave him, "This is her .”

Lance blinked and suddenly smiled, "That's good, the little doctor finally got his phone number."

"No, it's not." Rhett quickly explained, "Actually, I think Lila treats you..."

"Hey, little doctor, look at this." Lance did not take the note in Reid's hand, but sent the A4 paper in his hand, "I asked Garcia to select this from the list just now. Garcia is still looking for detailed information, God knows how amazing she is."

Reid paused his hands, and he stuffed the note with Lila's mobile phone number back into his pocket again, and took the list, "Yes."

"Can you look up the people on these lists and compare them with the people wearing helmets on the monitor?" Lance blinked, "Maybe some of them stand out, which can reduce our unnecessary trouble."

"You're right." Gordon came over, "It's already late, let's go back and rest first."

Reid handed over the list to Gordon, still a little depressed.

Gordon glanced at him and then at Lance, "The girl just now is very nice."

Lance raised his eyebrows indifferently, "I swear to God, I don't like blondes."

Rhett turned his head away, "I...I am..."

"I'm hungry." Lance pouted.

It was already very late, and everyone was busy after starting the case. It was natural to be hungry at this time, so the bau team had an impromptu dinner.

"I didn't come to the dinner last time." Hu Qi picked up his cup and took a sip of water, "This dish is not bad."

"Come on." Morgan smiled. "You know we had lunch together."

Al's eyes widened when he heard that, "Airplane meal."

Compared with others, Gordon cared more about Rhett. He had already found out the latest development of Rhett and Laila very carefully and quietly. When he found out that Laila had given Rhett his private number When he handed it over to Lance, he gave Lance a meaningful look.

Lance's spine trembled from being stared at, and he almost slapped the plate on Gordon's face.

Fortunately he held back.

He silently poked a piece of fruit and fed himself.

"You really want to stick to being a vegetarian for a month?" Morgan shook his head, "hey, buddy, the steak here is really good~"

Lance squinted his eyes and poked another piece, pointing out very seriously, "It's two months."

"You're not a vegetarian." Rhett also said, he seemed to be embarrassed by Gordon's 'reminding' and wanted to find a topic to change, "If you suddenly stop eating meat, you are likely to appear..."

"I don't want someone to tell me that I will lose myself in the near future when I am eating." Lance raised his eyebrows, "You are welcome to come to my room after eating, and we will discuss slowly."

"Pfft." Al and * laughed shamelessly, the two girls covered their mouths and their shoulders were trembling.

Reid frowned again, and lowered his head with a trace of loneliness to finish his food.

Lance saw it and didn't say anything.

The place where he lived was still last night, and it was also for convenience. Lance heard a knock on the door after taking a shower.

After tearing off the bath towel around his waist, Lance paused and took the underwear and put it on, then put on the bathrobe, then touched the gun and put it behind his back to open the door.

"Hi..." Rhett greeted cautiously, "um, I mean, you said after dinner that evening..."

"..." Lance was speechless, took out the gun from behind, and opened the magazine, "Please come in."

Reid remembered that the first time he went to Lance's room to find Lance, he encountered the same situation. At that time, he was so scared that he couldn't speak well.

Lance's room wasn't particularly tidy, but things were well placed. At least there wasn't a situation where all the clothes were spread on the bed and dirty clothes were on the floor.

Lance pulled up his bathrobe and sat on the sofa.

Rhett closed the door, and then sat opposite Lance, "Actually, I came because...Gordon..."

"He wants you and me to have a frank and honest talk about why we can't live in peace?" Lance put the gun on the table. "No offense, I just took a shower and I just don't want to move now."

Rhett's eyes wandered to the gun, and then he forced himself to take his attention back, "It doesn't matter, I have one too."

"..." Lance covered his face with one hand.

"You already know what I'm going to say." Rhett was still a little uneasy, "So..."

"Gordon really sent you here?"

Rhett nodded and then shook his head again, "I also want to know... Actually, I was not very popular since I was a child, and other children didn't play with me. I was a weirdo in their eyes."

Lance sighed, "You know what? It's not a wise thing to let a person with mental problems act as a psychiatrist for himself." He paused, "And Rhett, you are not a weirdo. It seems that you are indeed at the top of country A, and your IQ can directly suppress other people."

"T-really? I mean you really see me like this?" Rhett said in disbelief, but his eyes lit up.

"Of course." Lance nodded, he was silent for a while before continuing, "Gordon is so kind to you."

"Yes."

"Didn't you realize that we've gone astray?" Lance kindly reminded Rhett when he saw that Rhett had no other reaction, "That's not our initial topic."

"..." Rhett's shoulders immediately collapsed.

"Then let's get back to the point, you think I'm targeting you." Lance hooked his lips. "Is there any evidence? No! This is your own feeling, right?"

Rhett nodded, "There is evidence."

"Don't care about that." Lance waved his hand, "My attitude towards you and others is not wrong in my opinion."

"But..." Rhett seemed to choke in his throat, "You to Morgan and the others..."

"You must know that old fried dough sticks are not afraid of being fried." Lance was speechless, "Well, do you know what fried dough sticks are?"

Rhett frowned, "I've read in books that this is an oriental breakfast culture with some history..."

"Stop." Lance rubbed his eyebrows, "I don't need to say anything, I haven't talked to you for 10 minutes, and I feel that my life span has been shortened by ten years."

Rhett fell silent for a moment.He knew he wasn't very likable.

"Listen!" Lance took a breath, "it's way show kindness, Rhett, I want to communicate with you, I like you!"

Rhett: "..."

"All of us like you the same, I want you to be happy so I want to bring you into... um, I have no other meaning, I just want to bring you into the circle of ordinary people, you must know that your IQ is as high as yours Your EQ is so low, I am not qualified to say you..."

"You like me?" Rhett repeated.

Lance thought that Rhett didn't believe it, so he nodded very firmly, "Yes, I like you!"——Lance from the gang who has an inexplicable affection and admiration for the genius' IQ.

Rhett couldn't listen to what Lance said next, and only one sentence was in his mind: 'I like you! ' was scrolling wildly, and then he jumped to his feet and rushed out without saying goodbye, as if he was followed by a runaway car whose steering wheel had been pulled off by the driver.

Lance looked at Rhett's rampant back, silently retracted his gaze, then stood up and picked up the phone from the bedside to return a text message to Gordon.

[That's all I can do, but Rhett's not doing well, he didn't even say good night to me and left, so tired!Invite me back to dinner. ] Gordon is not slow to reply text messages, [Okay, if you need someone to chat with, you can also come and talk to me. ] Lance squinted his eyes and lingered on the phone screen for a long time. He was about to press the power off button when he suddenly thought of something, so he stopped, and finally compromised and threw the phone aside, walked to the sofa and put the table on the table. He picked up the pistol on the bed, checked the pistol, put it in the bedside cabinet, took out the dagger from the bag and put it under the pillow.

Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, Lance was still tangled up. He talked to Rhett just now, and the progress seemed to be pretty good. Why did the little doctor rush out the door as if he had seen a ghost?

Could it be that what he said hit the little doctor's extremely sensitive heart?

Think carefully about what was said...

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zzzzz~~~

"Red?" Gordon saw Rhett in the corridor.

Rhett looked up, "Gordon."

"Hu Qi and I just finished discussing the case." Gordon paused, he felt that Rhett's state seemed to be a bit wrong, "Lance just told me, how do you feel?"

Reid's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes began to dodge, "It's okay, we, we talked a lot."

"How is the result?"

"..." Rhett didn't know how to answer.

Gordon shook his phone, "Lance just texted me that you didn't even say good night to him, did you encounter any difficulties?"

"No...no!" Rhett pursed his lips, "Gordon is late and I want to rest, see you tomorrow morning." Then he added, "Good night."

The author has something to say: my paws! !

When I was coding in the afternoon, I struggled and bit my nails...it hurts...

Thank you Qingyuan Guoge for throwing a mine

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Lance upholds the consistent thinking of the people of the Celestial Dynasty: Genius is worthy of admiration!

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