[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Due to the nature of Des Moines itself, the appearance of the city looks quite good.

At least the sheriff who picked them up at the airport was very rosy, and Lance felt as if kicking his bulging belly now would bounce him back.

This is also a very rare experience that the local police are very welcoming of bau's arrival.

"I'll introduce you to the detective in charge of this case." After shaking Hu Qi's hand, the sheriff looked them over before turning sideways.

Lance saw the person blocked by him, a young and handsome detective, with a smile on his lips, and his gentle appearance seemed to be very attractive to girls.

"Hi, ken." The young detective smiled and shook Hooch's hand.

Hu Qi glanced at the sheriff vaguely, and saw him scratching his head and seemed not very interested in these things, "Aaron Hu Qi"

Then he introduced the other members of the bau team. Ken said to Hu Qi after the sheriff left, "We have prepared separate offices for you."

Hu Qi looked along his finger and found that it was relatively inward.

Ken explained, "That was the office of my old partner, who recently left."

Lance didn't care about this. After putting down his bag, he ran straight out to pour himself a cup of coffee, and brought a cup for Rhett.

"You are so passionate about coffee." Seeing Lance come in with coffee, Al showed such an expression, "I remember you told Rhett the disadvantages of drinking coffee again the day before yesterday."

"But I think the best way to measure the treatment of a work unit is to drink a cup of their coffee." Lance was innocent, "This is my opinion." He put another cup of coffee in front of Reid, " I brought a sugar packet, do you want the little doctor to put it by himself?"

Rhett nodded, and Lance immediately reached out for Rhett's bag, opened the outer pocket, took out the sugar bag from inside, and put it in front of Rhett with a calm face.

Rhett: "Noah, you put another mess in my bag."

"Sugar bag is not a mess, little doctor." Lance shook his head.

Ken couldn't keep his smile, he looked at the other people from the headquarters, they seemed to be no strangers to the interaction between the two.

Hu Qi finally spoke out, "Is there any detailed information on the victim?"

Ken nodded immediately, and delivered the prepared materials. Hu Qi took a look at it and handed it to Gordon.

Gordon looked at Lance and Rhett before he lowered his head to study the information. Lance couldn't help sticking out his tongue and winking at Rhett.

then……

Then Rhett blushed.

Lance had a dark face.

Al picked up the cup to cover the corners of his pursed mouth.

*Looked at Morgan and didn't say anything, Hu Qi then looked at Ken with a serious face.

Ken: "..."

Information circulated quickly.

Lance flipped through the information, "The last victim was found in the red light district, but isn't she really a local?"

Ken nodded, "Yes, she is a new face. People in the red light district just saw her one night, and she disappeared the next night."

"Are there no witnesses in any of these cases?" Morgan asked again.

"That guy was very careful in his work. Even the time in the hotel, he didn't take pictures because the monitor in the corridor was broken." Ken was even more helpless. Help us catch him."

"Morgan, you and Al will go to the bar and the red light district together, and Lance Reed will go to the other two places with me." Gordon nodded at Hu Qi.

Hu Qi has no meaning, he wants to negotiate with the local police here with *.

Al leaned on the seat, looking at the distant scenery on both sides of the road, looking a little sleepy.

"What's wrong?" Morgan shot her a quick glance.

Al waved his hand, and his voice sounded lifeless, "Drive your car buddy."

Morgan then said, "If you're not feeling well..."

"Hey." Al interrupted him, "I'm not that vulnerable."

"in the end……"

"I seem to be out of love." Al sighed.

Morgan rolled his eyes, thinking for a long time, "When did you have a boyfriend?"

Al rolled his eyes at him, "So I'm not being obvious enough?"

Morgan thought about it again, suddenly shocked, his brows furrowed immediately, "Oh, you are..."

"Colleagues can't fall in love, I know." Al sat up straight.

Morgan shook his head, "When did it start?"

"You're starting to care about my love life again?" Al smiled. "He was handsome when he entered the bau, wasn't he? He's humorous and a gentleman, and he lives a good life. I often serve him coffee."

"..."

"But these days he only serves Red coffee." Al curled his lips.

Morgan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You don't think Lance and Rhett are..."

Al rolled his eyes at him.

Morgan immediately surrendered, "Okay, okay, but that's just their business."

"No." Al sighed again, "I like Lance, it has nothing to do with me."

Morgan frowned, "I thought you just said you were broken in love."

Al groaned and leaned his head against the window, "I'm a little tired."

"..." Morgan didn't speak again.

Here, Lance and the others didn't know about the conversation between Morgan and Al. Lance sneezed directly when Gordon turned the turntable.

"Uncomfortable?" Gordon looked in the rearview mirror.

"No, maybe someone is talking about me." Lance rubbed his nose, then took out a tissue to wipe it, then touched his pocket and found a milk candy, peeled off the candy wrapper and looked at Rhett, Then stuffed it into his mouth.

Rhett: "..."

"If the little doctor wants to eat candy, he can take it himself. I just sneezed and had a lot of bacteria."

Rhett was stunned for a while, but turned his head away and didn't intend to touch the candy in Lance's pocket.

Gordon said, "Did you bring a coffee bag?"

"En." Lance nodded and didn't think there was anything strange about Gordon's question, because the coffee in some places would always be unappetizing. Gordon felt that although the coffee in the carry-on bag was not as good as bau's, it was better than other places. OK, "Do you want it?"

Gordon did not answer, because their destination has arrived.

park.

The bench where the dead body was placed had been repainted, and a young man was sitting on it eating a sandwich. It was already afternoon, and his appearance was just that of a teenager.

Gordon looked around, "If it was night, there would be many people in this place, so how did I take that girl away?"

Lance and Rhett knew that Gordon had entered into the thinking of analyzing the suspect's psychology at that time. Rhett was very obedient, and Lance was not so obedient. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but maybe there was a suspect here not long ago. Because of the girl's body, Lance felt that the air he inhaled smelled of blood...

Bloody smell...

Really uncomfortable.

Then Lance saw a homeless man standing not far away, a pair of eyes that were not cloudy could be vaguely seen on his dirty face, he leaned forward, and immediately turned his head away when he saw Lance looking over , as if unwilling to see Lance.

Lance's eyelids twitched, his right thumb and index finger rubbed each other, and then he put on a smile and went to the homeless man.

Gordon stared at the words on the bench without stopping.

"I was able to take this girl away. I didn't attract other people's attention. This is a place where there are quite a few people."

"How do I attract a girl? She is young, energetic, she comes here to try her luck, she is talented, who am I, who am I, I can make her willing to follow me..."

The young man who was sitting and nibbling on a sandwich paused, and since he looked at Gordon with terrified eyes, it seemed that he had encountered something unbelievable.

If Lance was here, he must think that this young man is very polite. If it were him, he would have dropped the sandwich in his hand on this old man who was talking nonsense in front of him.

Rhett also discovered this, but he couldn't interrupt Gordon's thinking.

"I took her away, I kept her for two days, and then sent her back here, no one knew, no one noticed, it was not daytime, it was night, there were only street lights, no pedestrians, I put her here, back Face up, the handwriting is not spent, I wrote it up."

The young man who ate the sandwich shivered and stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, then ran away with the handwritten book, bumping into Lance who was walking over.

"Hold... sorry." The young man hurriedly apologized, but he ran away without stopping for a moment.

Lance recognized this young man as the one who was sitting on the chair eating a sandwich just now, so he looked at Gordon and Rhett with a surprised look, walked over and pushed Rhett's arm, "You tell him there is A female corpse?"

Rhett shook his head, "No, in fact, in the territory of country A, every..."

"Stop!" Lance quickly interrupted him, "Why?" He was still curious about the reason why the young man ran away just now.

Rhett's eyes turned to Gordon.

Lance pricked up his ears and heard Gordon's words, "I need a car to do this."

"Yes." Lance nodded, "I just asked the homeless man over there, and he said that a man in a black windbreaker and hat took the girl away that night, and he even helped the girl take took her guitar."

"Huh?" Gordon turned his head immediately.

Lance shrugged, "I gave the homeless man enough money to buy two sandwiches and he told me." Lance said that these were trivial, "I also found out that he has a black car."

Gordon looked at the homeless man who happily took the money and left, then looked at Lance, but smiled, "Indeed, why didn't the police think of looking for them?"

"Maybe it's time." Lance was also a little speechless, "They said they weren't here in the morning, but the police came in the morning. When he came back, he was stopped by the police and he was afraid. So go away."

Al and Morgan also arrived at the destination. Al's work and personal relationship were well separated. At least he was in a state of high spirits when he got off the car and asked Morgan. I dare not say that I understand women.

In the afternoon, the business of the bar is relatively deserted. The bartender wipes the glass slowly at the bar without even raising his head when he sees someone coming in.

"What do you want to drink?" the bartender asked.

"No drinking during working hours." Morgan snorted coldly, then showed his ID, "fbi."

Al made the same move.

The bartender immediately put down the cloth and cup in his hand, "What are you here for?"

Al sneered, "Is there something you want us to come?"

The bartender said casually, "Many, such as..."

"Parry?!" A short drink directly interrupted the bartender, and then Al raised his eyebrows and watched a man in his 40s in a blue shirt come in from the side door, "I don't pay for you to talk !" Before he finished speaking, he had already walked in front of Morgan and Al, and the moment he saw Al's face, the man's eyes lit up.

Al smiled and moved his ID to his face.

The man froze immediately, "Oh~ it's actually the FBI?"

"Hello, you are the owner of this bar, Tom Tucker, right?" Morgan fiddled with his ID and put it away. "We want to know what happened to Gat Arbor that night."

"Gate?" The man frowned, and then he slapped his head, "It was found in the toilet." Then he straightened his face, "I have already told the police what I should say. , what else are you here for?"

"Obviously we need to know more." Al laughed twice.

The man's brows became tighter, and he glared at the bartender angrily, "Parry was on duty at the night when Gate disappeared, you can ask him." Then he paused, "I believe that Parry is on duty for you guys. The question will be answered honestly."

He bit the word 'honest' very hard, and it was no surprise that Parry raised his eyebrows and did not refute.

The man was also worried, so he just stood aside.

"So." Morgan said helplessly, "Did you meet Gate that night?"

"To be honest." Parry picked up the white cloth and cup again, "There are a lot of people in the bar at night, and there are even more people who make me mix drinks. I'm too busy to make it in time."

His tone was flat.

"He was wearing a white cotton top and navy blue jeans that day." Al took out his phone and looked, "There is also a hat."

Parry's hands paused for a moment, and soon moved again, "There are quite a few people dressed like this every night..."

"He's not a local. He came here with a group of people of similar age. He was found in the bathroom of the bar." Morgan stared at Parry, not letting go of any expression on his face.

Parry struggled for a moment, "If you say that, I have some impression."

"Did he go by himself or someone else? Do you remember that person?"

Parry gave Morgan a strange look, "It's one of those people who came with him."

"But why didn't you tell the police?"

"They didn't tell me that the boy who died in the toilet was the one I remembered."

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