[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Rhett looked up at Lance with a very strange look, "If my memory is not wrong, what I just said was 'we'."

Lance nodded, "Yes, it's 'we', so did you agree, Little Doctor?"

Reid's expression became even more strange, "I still remember you said that you hate psychiatrists, and according to your performance, you really don't have a good impression of Mr. Lecter—Gordon has not let you overcome your fear for the time being. mean."

Lance suddenly relaxed, "The little doctor has learned to talk in circles."

Rhett grinned and looked a little shy, always like the big boy next door, "because the book says that when getting along with a lover, you must be considerate of each other and try to adapt to the other's lifestyle."

Lance shook his hand, finally sighed, gave up, and stuck a strawberry to Rhett's mouth, "So, do you want to eat vegetarian with me?"

Rhett's face turned red, but he still opened his mouth and bit down the strawberry. He seemed to be in a particularly good mood while chewing.

Lance sighed again in his heart. How can I put it this way, how soft is his heart? If this continues, he may end up becoming a scumbag who cheats on feelings. Thinking about it, his heart is very stuffy. Speaking of it, although he is soft-hearted towards acquaintances But it's not that he will soften his heart to this point. After an in-depth analysis, he really doesn't feel disgusted with Reid.

Ah, in this life, he didn't intend to marry a girl and have children. Speaking of which, the little doctor's education, appearance and property are actually pretty good?

As for the body...

Do you want to take the little doctor to the gym?

And it is certain that he has a tendency to be mentally ill, and Rhett does not seem to be very normal...

I feel more and more like a good match, how can I break it!

"Noah?" Rhett wondered, "What are you thinking?"

Lance thought for a while, and answered seriously, "I'm so busy recently, why do you still have time to read such a book, little doctor?"

Hearing Lance say this, Rhett was a little at a loss. The fork in his hand turned in a circle unconsciously, and soon wrapped around a large pile of spaghetti, which looked a bit spectacular, and Rhett obviously also noticed this. He gave a dry cough and put down the fork pretending to be calm.

"Anyway." Reid said very bluntly, "I promised you to give it a try. I'm not very good at this, so I borrowed some books. Of course, I didn't affect the investigation of the case."

"..."

When Lance and Rhett returned to BSU after lunch, they finally met Will who was waiting for them. Will had obviously obtained the permit from Jack, and the three of them set off.

Lance drove steadily, and Will sat in the co-pilot, looking much better than in the morning.

"Didn't Dr. Lecter come with you?" Rhett asked.

Will shook his head, "He seems to have something to do this afternoon."

The corner of Lance's mouth opened a subtle arc, "What did you have for lunch?"

Will had already said the words before he realized it, "Some sausages."

"I hope it wasn't sent by someone like a doctor." Lance joked, "It doesn't mean anything else, I just think that if the doctor's hands handle the ingredients, it will give people a delicate feeling."

Will thought for a while, and suddenly smiled, "That's true, but I ate it in a restaurant, and my dog ​​often asks Hannibal to help him feed it. It seems that it ate sausages for a while."

Lance: "..." Hehe, stay away from your dog.

It was the second time for Lance to go to Abigail's recuperation place. The car was parked at the bottom of the hillside, and he, Rhett, and Will were going to go up.

The scenery along the way looks very good, if there are no accidents.

The surprise in Lance's eyes was the woman in front of him with wine-red long curly hair, she was quite a pretty woman, but according to bsu's intelligence network, this woman was always sticking around to trouble bsu recently, and she even went directly to Websites and newspapers posted reports that Will was mentally ill.

Freddie Langz, a reporter.

"Excuse me, can I interrupt you for a while?" The attitude of the woman's speech is not the same as the content of her speech.

Lance blinked and said with a smile, "Okay~ If you have any questions, just ask them~"

Will pursed his lips and remained silent. The sunglasses on Rhett's face hadn't been taken off yet, and the sunglasses almost covered half of his face.

There was a hint of joy in Lang Zi's eyes, "Can you tell us that you are here to visit the daughter of a criminal who survived the missing girl case?"

Very sharp and direct.

Lance's eyes were shining, "Miss, your question is very profound, straightforward, and touching. It is the conscience of journalists!"

Lang Zi blushed.

Lance went on to say, "I've heard people talk about you, you've always been so brave, you even sneaked into the crime scene during the missing girl case, and destroyed things like precious fingerprints, and last time it seemed Is it the mushroom case? You put another FBI agent in danger because you put your guess that 'the police use mental illness to solve the case' on the website, directly made a police officer lose his job and was killed by the murderer."

Langzi's face turned pale.

"And I also know that as a dedicated reporter, you should be driving something like a recorder at this time~" Lance's tone was extremely cheerful, "I can tell you that we are handling a case now, you say If you release some things like this, will criminals come to your door again and take a few more lives? Remind me, I really like journalists like you the most~ It’s so easy to find charges and so on. It's on your website~"

Lang Zi swallowed, and she turned her gaze to Will, "I... I'm actually here to apologize for what happened last time."

Will raised his head upon hearing this, as if a little surprised.

"In this case, can you take a step to speak?"

Lance narrowed his eyes, "It can be regarded as harassing the police officers."

Lang Zi: "..."

Will coughed dryly, "Actually..."

"Look at the look in her eyes, she's so sincere." Lance clicked his tongue again.

Will fell silent again.

Lance took out a pen from his pocket and shook it at Lang Zi, "I have it too~"

The lady reporter almost ran away. Lance squinted his eyes and looked at her back. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief. As for whether there will be a report like "fbi vicious tongue man forcing reporters" in tomorrow's newspapers ...Will Lance let it happen?

Lance took out his phone and sent Garcia a text message, then thought about it and sent another text message to Gordon.

Garcia's text messages were answered almost instantly. Lance looked at the contact information above and tickled his lips, but there was no movement on Gordon's side. The other party didn't like to write text messages.

Reid took off his sunglasses and blinked, "It's the first time I've seen your attitude towards girls like this."

"It's as if I hate this kind of girl." Lance retorted, "I obviously like this kind of person the most, okay? It's too easy to find charges for arrest."

Will was a little embarrassed, "It's because of me."

"So let's go buy a computer together later, and you'll play games with me later, I'm already tired of the handicapped little doctor." Lance grabbed his heart with one hand.

Rhett coughed and tried to change the topic, "Who did you just talk to...I mean, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me..."

"Garcia and Gordon." Lance looked helplessly, looking at the house not far away, "I think this reporter will be a big trouble, if Gordon comes forward to make Jack take certain actions, it's okay, it's not possible If so, I asked Garcia for the contact information of some hackers and hackers with a guaranteed business level."

Will looked shocked, the words 'this is illegal' almost covered his face.

"She's breaking the law too!" Lance was angry, "I don't want to be forwarded by others!"

Abigail's spirit was much better than when they came to visit. The nurse told them that she was basking in the sun in the small garden behind, and the three of them were led by the nurse to the small garden behind.

The afternoon sun has a unique warmth, and the air has the unique fragrance of grass and trees. The little girl is sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a long coat. She looks up at the sun slightly like this, even her eyes They all squinted.

Sitting beside Abigail was an elegant woman, she looked at Abigail with a smile and a little distress.

Alana Bloom, FBI analysis consultant, is also a professor of psychiatry.

"..." Lance frowned, "Why are there other people here?"

Will explained, "She was hired by Jack, and she is also credited with Abigail's recent recovery."

Reid focused his attention on the surrounding environment, "Can we go up and start asking?"

Lance: "It's really simple and rude, little doctor."

After he finished speaking, he walked forward first, and said to Alanna, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm a bau member of the fbi, and this is my ID." He flashed his ID, "Now we have a few questions If you want to ask this lady, please avoid it."

Alanna raised her eyebrows, "I ask to sit in, and I want to make sure that your questions will not irritate her."

Lance thought for a while, then shook his head, "I refuse, you can tell Jack directly if you have any dissatisfaction."

Alanna's eyes almost widened, "Why do you refuse!"

Lance thought for a while, "We have Jack's license. Unless you lied about Abigail's mental state, he can cooperate with our investigation." Seeing Alanna's disapproving expression, he suddenly sighed. Tone, "The whereabouts of several girls' bodies are unknown. It is almost late autumn, and winter is not far away. Those poor girls have not even been accepted by God."

"...I still ask to sit in."

"I still refuse." Lance blinked, "Maybe you can ask this lady about our conversation afterwards, and I can even record it for you." Lance said and took out the pen in his pocket, "Because you and She has been with her for a while, and you may already have a protective mentality towards her. You must know that we want to grasp some details in Abigail's words to analyze where the bones of those poor girls are, so some stimulation is Sure, if you suddenly interrupt our conversation in a moment of softness, how long do you want this case to drag on, those poor girls..."

Alana took a deep breath, "Where's Will?"

"We agreed before we came here," Lance replied, "He promised he wouldn't disturb, so I brought him here."

Will: "..."

"Then you promise that if it doesn't work, you'll stop."

"I reject."

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