[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

But it's nothing, I just feel that something is wrong.

Thinking this way, Lance was already standing on the open space, and his luggage had been endorsed and sent to the hotel here in the afternoon, so he didn't have anything else to worry about.

Rhett's hair was already dry, and the slightly long hair fluttered around his ears, which was unbelievably soft.

Ken didn't stay long, he just sent them up before leaving.

Lance went to the room to organize his luggage, then took off his coat, sat down on the sofa and sighed a long time, after a while he was still not at peace, so he got up again and looked through the A fruit candy was found in the pocket of the coat and stuffed into his mouth.

Maybe it's because I ate too much, but now the candy has a bitter taste.

Lance froze for a moment, frowned and continued to suck in sugar.

After a while, I couldn't bear it anymore, and then I hooked the trash can next to me with my feet, and spit out the sugar in my mouth.

There is a beautiful light scene outside the window, which is very charming and beautiful. Lance thought of the day's events again. On the one hand, the progress of the case is really worrying. It’s an excuse to look at the corpse, and I don’t even have a guiding direction. On the other hand, it’s Rhett. The conscience of heaven and earth is just for fun. It was originally intended to establish an epic friendship between geniuses and mortals. Time to play off and forget that the little doctor is so innocent...Maybe he accidentally took it seriously.

It's all Tokiomi's fault (wait!)

Well, it's all the fault of country a being too open!Like me □□ two men masturbating together will not have the idea of ​​wanting each other to give birth to their own children!

My head hurts even more. There is Gordon next to Rhett who didn't say anything. Would you like to take some time to talk to Gordon and show that you don't have any wrong thoughts about the little doctor...

After thinking about it for a long time, Lance's head swelled, and finally he took a shower and climbed into bed by himself.

The next morning, Rhett still ignored him. Lance took the bread and got into Hu Qi's car. Al looked at the person sitting next to him and couldn't help but slapped his mouth, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Lance was taken aback, then touched his face, "Is it so obvious?"

"The eyes are blue." Al gave him a blank look, "What did you do last night?"

Lance reached out and rubbed under his eyes vigorously, while answering solemnly, "I'm thinking about important things in life, and in my dreams, chocolates are chasing me, I don't know which one to choose, after all, it's not good to eat too much. "

Hooch & Al: "..."

"So you fought chocolate all night in your dream?"

"Probably." Lance continued to rub his eyes, "I can see the amount so that I can directly open a chocolate factory."

"Oh~" Al suddenly laughed, "What happened in the end?"

"I picked a piece of white chocolate, but I don't know why the white chocolate is filled with dark chocolate. The taste seems to be very subtle." Lance shook his head, "Damn chocolate."

Most of the bread in his hand has been finished, and he waited until Lance at the police station slowly finished the rest. There was a smell of ink in the police station. I believe it is similar everywhere. Lance As soon as I entered the door, I met an acquaintance, Jenny Jay, the female police officer I met yesterday when I went down.

She is dressed quite well today, but with a little makeup on her face, she is indeed very eye-catching.

"Good morning~ Agent~" Jenny came over and greeted her very familiarly, "How did you sleep last night?"

Lance shook his head, "Good morning Miss Police, I didn't sleep very well last night." He said it very bluntly.

Jenny froze for a moment, "Oh, really?"

"Yes." Lance was sure, "Anything else?"

"No, not anymore." Jenny quickly answered and left without looking back.

Al raised his eyebrows, "You are not a gentleman to girls~"

Lance shrugged. "I think I've been polite and obvious."

Al didn't worry too much about this issue any more, he just looked at Rhett next to him, and then at the back of Gordon who had gone far away, and then pulled Lance to continue walking.

Ken has arrived and is sitting at the table looking at the materials. When he heard someone coming in, he looked up and greeted a few times before lowering his head and continuing to read the materials in his hand. The other members of the bau team also entered quickly. working status.

Morgan and * are the hometown of Gate, who just arrived in the morning. Although they didn’t sleep very comfortably on the plane, they have already rested. Ken contacted the local police before, and * also obtained information through the local police and Gate Arbor’s family. After getting off the plane and having breakfast, he rushed to the victim's house.

The door was opened by a tall man in his 40s who even had a tattoo on his exposed arm.

"Huh?" The man raised his eyebrows, and those who were close could almost smell the smell of wine in his mouth.

Morgan and * immediately showed their work IDs.

*resisting a hand touching his nose, "Are you Mr. Arbor? I think we talked on the phone last night."

Abor's eyes widened, as if in reaction, and then he slapped his head, "It's from the FBI."

"Yes."

Abor turned sideways to let the two of them in, and Morgan noticed that he didn't look at their IDs carefully at all. This man was clearly still not sober, and he walked in a crooked manner in the house.

"I know you're here to ask Gat." Abe greeted them to sit down and then sighed. He tried his best to throw the empty beer cans on the small table in front of the sofa into the trash can, "I'm sorry, my paragraph time……"

"It's us who are sorry." *'s smile was a little more apologetic, "We want to know more about Gaite."

Abe nodded, "Okay."

"We found out, no offense intended, we found out that Gate was once qj'd by..."

*The words were interrupted by Uncle, with a tired look on his face, "Yes, yes, that was when Gate was in high school, that little girl was two years younger than him, and when I got the news, he was already in It's in the police station." He rubbed the space between his brows, "Don't worry about it, but we settled it in private."

"Then did anyone else know about his trip to Des Moines this time besides a few companions?" Morgan changed the subject.

"Other people?" Uncle shook his head again, "No, as far as I know, in fact, he has improved a lot in recent years, and that case was also due to drug use. I thought that as long as he repents, he will have a chance. won't abandon him."

* and Morgan exchanged glances, obviously they didn't get the information they wanted.

The author has something to say: the next chapter wraps up the case.

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