[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Rhett: "Then why do you become a psychiatrist?"

Lance: "..."

"Because something happened." Hannibal sighed, "I know that being a doctor is not enough to cure everyone, I..."

Reed: "In fact, you shouldn't have such worries. In many parts of Africa, countless people die every day, and in some slightly developed countries, death is inevitable. Surgery is just a way to give people a chance to survive. Means, even in country a, there are people who die on the operating table in hospitals every day..."

Lance: "..."

Beverly: "..."

Hannibal: "..."

In fact, in a sense, Rhett is much more powerful than others, Lance quickly glanced at Hannibal and then quickly averted his gaze, "Spenser."

Rhett: "i'msorry."

"No, no, no!" Hannibal waved his hands, smiling a little far-fetched, "You're right, it's my own problem, but I can help many people as a psychiatrist now."

Rhett nodded.

Lance: "..."

"Then can we find out her identity?"

"Well, Prius is already investigating, and I believe there will be results soon."

When several people returned to the office, they saw that Will was already sitting on the side, looking like he was still in a bad mood, and Gordon was also sitting, holding a newspaper in his hand and reading it carefully with glasses.

Hearing the movement, Gordon raised his head, then handed over the newspaper, "Look at it."

Lance looked at Rhett, and without saying anything, he reached for the newspaper and read it.

[A broken arm appeared in the car, the police or individuals! 】

Lance raised his eyebrows. He felt that the title of the article was very good, simple, rough and attractive, so he also read it carefully. It was basically a guess about what happened last night. What made him more concerned was this There is no photo of him and Rhett on it, but Jack is very photogenic and looks quite domineering.

Finally, he took a look at the author of the article, Freddy Lowndes.

"What is it?" Rhett sat next to Gordon.

"Freddie Lowndes" Jack took over the conversation, and his tone was not very good, "but he is a difficult reporter."

"Huh?" Lance handed the newspaper to Rhett, and turned around, "It seems that he has offended you."

Jack shrugged his shoulders, "It's actually her, oh, you guys are going to stay here for a long time, I think if this female reporter is still so clueless, she will have a lot of opportunities to get in touch."

"I'm even more curious as you said." Lance reached out and pinched his face, feeling that the flesh on his face that had been frightened these days had been frightened off.

Reid quickly finished reading the text in the newspaper, "It seems that she has been staring at this place, and she also reported the 'corpse mushroom' last time. Besides, Garcia also found out that she had been in and out of the 'hunting lodge' and She has written extensively about Mr Graham."

Lance smacked his mouth, glanced at the documents piled on the table out of the corner of his eye, and decided to re-read the case.

"So what can we do with this suspect now?" Beverly looked at Will, who was still sitting motionless in the corner, and turned her gaze back to the whiteboard. "We have very little information, not even the specific characteristics of the suspect. Do not know at all."

"A lot." Reid frowned. "We know a lot, about the murderer and about the victim, but all we can do now is wait."

"Yes." Gordon took off his glasses, "waiting is what we have to do now, rushing out to investigate some clues that we can't grasp at all is an extremely risky method that we will only adopt when we are cornered. It's just the beginning."

"Your... they just guessed that the owner of this arm is probably still alive! Isn't this a desperate situation?"

"Listen ma'am." Lance's anger suddenly rose, "so what do you want us to do? Now stand in public and beg the murderer for mercy 'please give us this poor girl? We're just cowards, Please don't hurt her?', please do your job well, can you be a professional in this case?"

"Noah."

"Tsk." Lance scratched his hair. He just didn't understand why some people think that they can be compared with the real investigators because of their contact and participation in the investigation of some cases. Forensic medicine can make the dead speak, which is indispensable in handling cases. The key, but this does not mean that the forensic doctor can directly dictate the case.

No one has ever seen Lance get angry. No matter what kind of situation he encounters, in the eyes of others, Lance is annoyed, gentle, and playful. Even when he was handcuffed by Morgan, he only resisted for a while and realized After the fbi came, they obeyed.

Too many things happened recently, and there were too many things that made him panic. It was uncomfortable to pile up so much trouble in his heart, but there was someone aggressive on the side, who successfully detonated Lance.

As a leader, Jack needs to adjust the relationship between subordinates. As a forensic doctor, Beverly seems to have impeccable working ability. this time……

"We need to talk."

Beverly gave Lance a slap in the eye and left with Jack.

Lance took a deep breath, and then Hannibal pulled the chair and sat down, Lance almost missed the breath.

"I think we can talk if we can," Hannibal said.

Lance: "..."

"I think we've gotten along less stiffly these days than when we first started. We even went to see an arm together just now." Hannibal blinked, "You should know what this means, and you Did not refute my remarks at the time."

"..." Focusing on the case + keeping the little doctor at a certain distance + deliberately diverting attention = temporarily hypnotizing that the person standing next to him is not Hannibal.

"Cough." Rhett coughed dryly, "Can Noah pour me a cup of coffee?"

Lance stood up sullenly, picked up Rhett's coffee cup and walked away.

Hannibal frowned slightly, and Will, who was still sitting motionless like a sculpture, got up from the corner of his eyes and went to talk with his partner.

Gordon looked up at Rhett, "Spencer, you did a good job."

"Huh?" Rhett blinked suspiciously, "I didn't do anything." He said and then touched his head. He hadn't gotten used to the new hairstyle, "I saw Noah kissing me when I came in the morning. There's sugar in the bag."

Gordon: "Keep it for yourself."

"kindness."

After walking around for a while, Lance returned to his sluggish look in the morning. Seeing Will, who had been persuaded by Hannibal to nod his head and not speak, felt even more tired. There is no way to live this day!

Not sure if it was because of the extreme level of secrecy they had over the case, or if they hadn't responded to the outside world for so long after receiving the arm, the suspects clearly felt they were being treated disrespectfully and not getting enough Paying attention, he sent a package to bsu.

It was already afternoon at this time, during which Lance did not make excuses to check the arm again, and Jack was told that there was a courier.

The courier delivery to BSU attracts special attention in this period when everyone is waiting for it. There is no problem with the security check, and it is not a dangerous item.

"I need a pocket knife." Jack walked into the office carrying a rectangular box, "it's pretty heavy."

Lance narrowed his eyes and looked at the box in Jack's hand, and his intuition told him that there was nothing good in it.

Hannibal on the side closed his eyes slightly and took a breath, then shook his head in dissatisfaction.

The box was opened, and the contents inside were displayed in front of others. The same arm was also wrapped in plastic paper.

The on-site witnesses arrived soon, and of course Beverly was also there, but she was much calmer than the proud peacock in the morning. It seems that Jack's conversation is still very effective.

"Drip-"

Lance felt a chill in his heart, and he turned on his phone.

[He's a guy who can't hold his breath~]

"The arm is for Jack this time, and it doesn't look like a crime against a person." Will said, he hasn't said a few words since he got here, and now he has some sense of presence when he speaks, "I think... "

Jack waved his hand, and everyone started to back away.

Lance watched Will's eyes staring at that arm but seemed to gradually lose focus. He unconsciously walked towards the table on which his arm was placed, and his right hand slowly began to hold something slightly drooping, and then He moved closer to the arm and stood looking for a moment.

He raised his arm, looking a little strenuous, and then lowered hard...

He's impersonating a suspect!Lance is aware of this, and so are Gordon and Red, of course.

"I'm appreciating, but I'm not an artist. I'm more like a butcher than an artist. I have a heart unmatched by humans. I don't need other emotions. I'm a qualified butcher." Will moved his lips. Articulate clearly.

Jack watched Will's eyes flicker, and his pride was unstoppable.

"This is Will. His research on the suspect's psychology is very in-depth, and he can even restore the murder scene at that time."

"So he needs a regular and excellent psychologist." Gordon just nodded without any special reaction, "But he can't always be like this."

"He's my best hound." Jack narrowed his eyes. "Of course I won't put him in danger, I promised."

Lance moved his fingers, then lowered his gaze.

There is no name on the arm.

The author has something to say: ... Well, in a few hours, there will be a side story to make up for Qixi Festival. I hope everyone will not dislike it. Don't you want to be sweet! ! ! ! ! ! !give sugar