[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Will's situation is dangerous, even though Jack says he won't let him get into it.

After all, Lance is not particularly professional. From his point of view, combined with one of Will's symptoms during this period, he can safely say: Actually, don't worry, he has already fallen into it.

Although he wanted to give him a hand, Lance knew that Will was different from him. He had just seen the report that the reporter Miss Lowndes wrote to Will, saying that he was mentally ill, and what he saw here The attitude of several colleagues towards Will is also somewhat subtle, but Will still insists on this path.

He really has a heart of justice and wants to make the most of himself. Others' opinions and suspicions hurt him, but he still persists.

Will is different from him. Think about it, if his ability appeared in Will, this man should use it without hesitation, regardless of the outside world, so that many cases can be solved.

"He's my best hound."

Then, as now, being called the Hounds rounded up some sheriff and walked into danger again.

Will's side had already escaped from the state of 'I'm a suspect', and the whole person was in a trance, and Hannibal almost immediately stepped forward to support him.

Lance: "..." It feels a little dangerous.

Will moved a little distance away from Hannibal, he didn't want to have any contact with other people now, his eyes were full of shock, "She's still alive."

"What?" Jack asked subconsciously, "Wait, you said you're alive?"

"Yes." Will wiped his face, and the cold sweat on his forehead seemed uncontrollable, "She's still alive."

Beverly showed a disapproving expression, but this time she didn't say anything more. After glancing at Lance secretly, she carefully and quickly took the arm away. She was going to have the arm tested now.

The little army left quickly, and the rest did what they had to do.

"This bastard!" Jack couldn't help but picked up a stack of papers on the table and threw them on the table again as if venting his anger, with a loud voice.

"..." Reid was taken aback, looked up and was still a little dazed.

Lance: "..."

Gordon: "His target is our entire team. Is there anyone who is particularly suspicious?"

Jack paused, and then went to get the paper on the table. Lance pressed it behind him, "Just say it directly, we don't need to listen to the background."

Hannibal has been reassuring Will for a while, although Will has said seriously that he is fine now and does not need to be comforted, but our therapist seems to be really worried about his partner, trying to get rid of Will's face Seeing the clues, I kept turning around him.

But he also heard Gordon's words, and after a little distraction, he continued to appease Will.

Jack took a deep breath, as if he was brewing emotions.

Lance thinks that there is a big difference between the people in the branch here and the headquarters. At least in Quantico, no one will throw the table in front of other colleagues, and there will be no such thing as the people here. Huge emotional swings.

Therefore, the headquarters is not only a gathering place for the smartest people in country a, but also a place for activities of a group of people who can restrain themselves the most.

After thinking for a while, Jack has calmed down a little. Lance took the phone and pressed the button, "Your mood swings are too big. Don't force us to find out through other channels."

Jack shook his head, "You can't look up my information."

"Of course." Lance raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the table again, "We just need a list."

"No." Jack said firmly, "the arm, there is only one person who has something to do with the arm and has a problem with us."

"Isn't that pretty sure?"

Jack's eyes suddenly became complicated again, "He is a doctor."

Rhett was taken aback, "It matches the point in the profile."

Jack took another breath, "But he's in prison now."

"..."

"..." The corner of Lance's mouth twitched, "Then what are you talking about, could it be a copycat committing the crime? By the way, who is he?"

"The Ripper" Jack repeated, "The Ripper, when we caught him, he had already killed his wife and children but was diagnosed with mental problems so he went into detention."

Jack the Ripper, a well-known serial murderer who many people know and understand, specializes in killing prostitutes and women.Lance raised his eyebrows and felt that he had heard about the case there.

Reid said, "Lance, you said it. I read it in the newspaper. It was reported that a young FBI died because of it."

"Actually." Jack explained, "We found her body, only one arm was missing, and we didn't reveal more to the outside world." Note 1 Lance remembered now, but his head hurt even more , "If that's the case... I know you're excited right now."

"But there are a few doubts here." Reid continued, "Assuming that the imitator committed the crime, the details of the problem at the time are just the clue of the 'arm', which shows that the imitator knew the progress of the matter, or that he was the person involved at the time. .”

"He's an egomaniac, a perfectionist, and he won't let other people participate in his carnival." Will illustrated, "I'm talking about the present..."

Jack pursed his lips, "Yes, he won't, I know that the Ripper played around with us, and even took Miriam's life, her one arm is his mockery of us, how could he Possibly let others intervene."

"At first I just thought she was an ordinary FBI who just died in the line of duty."

"She's a student of yours. She started out as a forensic doctor. During her internship, she investigated the Ripper case with me." Jack's eyes flashed.

Lance stopped talking, Gordon stopped talking, Rhett opened his mouth and was about to speak when Lance stuffed a candy, and then Rhett also stopped talking embarrassingly.

Jack seemed to be unable to control his emotions, so he stayed for a while and then went to his office.

Hannibal no longer comforted Will, and Will's expression improved a lot. He looked around, finally nodded to Hannibal, and slowly walked to Lance and sat down. The young man with a cold face exuding the aura of keeping strangers away and acquaintances not disturbing sat quietly beside Lance, took a stack of reports in Lance's hand and read them.

Lance felt for a moment that he was about to be stabbed by a certain gaze.It's sad to wear it.

"Cough." So he turned his head and put it in a different direction, just in time to see Reid's side face looking down at the document. Reid's skin is very fair, and his face is also very good-looking. You can see the white neck meat...

Want to eat duck neck...

A cold sweat broke out from his own thoughts.

"Have you always been like this?" Will's voice came over, and Lance felt a little itchy listening to his ear against the table.

"A decadent look?" Lance replied.

Will didn't care about Lance's attitude, "Is it about the arm?"

Lance sat up lazily, stared at Will for a while, and then felt that the gaze that was stabbing him had evolved from a wooden thorn to a bullet, "It's not about work. I know I'm not in a good state. Adjust it a bit." Time will do."

"Will it be long?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

Will: "..."

Lance: "It seems that you are not in a hurry."

"Actually." Will scratched his hair, and Lance felt a little familiar with the movement, "I want to see Abigail."

After finally saying this, Will relaxed a little, "When I meet her, my mind is not so clear, and many things are difficult to judge, as you said."

"Yes, I said it." Lance nodded, "But I heard that Abigail is getting along well with another psychiatrist hired by Jack. If there are any clues, we should not miss them."

Will frowned, slightly distracted.

Lance thought for a while, glanced at Hannibal out of the corner of his eye, and finally couldn't help but ask, "I haven't been here for a few days. After reading the files, there is always a feeling that the murderers here seem to be much more arrogant than other places. look."

Upon hearing this, Gordon raised his head and slowly put his glasses back on.

"I also have a little understanding of your situation." Lance's eyes were a little dark, "Looking at it these days, it seems that none of your departments can fight, and judging from the previous circumstances of the Ripper case, the intern At the very least, the birth girl should have found the Ripper, but she was killed because she was outnumbered by force. If I remember correctly, it should have happened more than a year ago, and there is still no one in your department who can fight for such a long time. "

Will: "...wait a minute, that's not what we were talking about."

The corner of Lance's mouth hooked, "But it should be better if it is equipped with a pistol."

Will: "Abigail..."

"That's right." Lance turned around and patted Rhett's shoulder. Rhett immediately sat up straight, and his waist was also straight. Lance took the bag next to his chair and felt inside. Then I took out a few pieces of candy. "Eating sugar can relieve some stress, and eating more sugar can also make people feel happy."

Rhett: "It's because the candy contains a substance called..."

Will: "..."

Hannibal came over and pulled a chair to sit opposite Lance, "Can I have a piece of candy?"

Lance stiffened for a moment, then tried to relax, "Okay."

Hannibal smiled, reached out and took a piece of candy from Lance's open hand, put it under his nose and smelled it, "Milk flavor?"

"En." Rhett answered Lance step by step, "I like the taste of milk." As he spoke, the corner of his mouth pulled a shy arc.

Lance: "..."

The author has something to say: Note: It’s like this. In the original book, the intern girl didn’t even find her body. Hannibal only gave Jack an arm as a clue when he finally appeared... The arm that has been preserved for two years...here Adjusted the time, and set it so that the girl's corpse is missing an arm.

Will Little Teacup wants Lance to accompany him to see Abigail, because he's having nightmares again, the poor boy...

Post the books Rhett is reading recently

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[Candle] For Lance.