[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Even if you know it's 'too clean', you know there's a ghost in it but you still can't get it started. The only thing you can know is some information about the suspect from the wound: professional.In addition, he would think that provocation by the police also shows his arrogance.

Lance's conjecture is compatible with the suspect's conjecture that the suspect is a doctor, but except that Will said at the beginning that the victim is still alive, now that such a long time has passed, there should be no one who thinks they are still alive.

He turned back to the office with his aching head, the coffee cup in front of Gordon was empty, and Reid was staring at a pile of documents in a daze.

"What are you worrying about?" Gordon rubbed his eyebrows after Lance stood motionless for a few minutes, "They have already found the courier who delivered the package. The arm was mixed with the last food delivery. The van broke down once on the road."

"Yes." Lance nodded.

"Sit here, Noah, you put a lot of pressure on me standing up." Gordon didn't let go of his hand, "You're not in good shape, you're pushing yourself too fast."

Lance didn't listen to Gordon and sat down. Instead, he walked to Rhett and picked up a piece of candy on the table, and put it in his hand without peeling off the wrapper, "Amputation."

"Huh?" Rhett looked up.

Lance sighed inwardly, his whole body seemed to have no strength at all, "I'm tired."

Gordon nodded, "Let a policeman take you back to the hotel to rest."

The corner of Lance's mouth twitched, but the smile did not appear as expected, "No."

Rhett kept looking at Lance, as if trying to read something from his face.

Lance's eyes gradually turned cold. He looked at Gordon who was sitting, and then at Rhett, who had been worried all the time, and suddenly stretched out his right hand like Gordon.

Watching Lance's movements, Gordon remembered the first friendly contact he had with Lance, and then he stood up, stretched out his hands as well, clasped them together, and Rhett watched their actions in bewilderment.

"They're still alive." Lance's voice was low, "Now."

Rhett's eyes widened immediately.

The hands they held separated, and Gordon touched his chin, "In this case, we have a breakthrough."

"En." Lance nodded, "How to convince Jack and the others that they are still alive?"

Gordon sat down again. "Spencer."

Rhett lowered his head immediately, but still glanced secretly from time to time. Lance pulled the stool next to him and sat down, then peeled off the candy wrapper that had been clutched in his left hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gordon narrowed his eyes, "When there is no breakthrough in the case, no matter what kind of conjecture is possible, we have to try it. Besides, when the second arm was sent over, Agent Graham Said they were still alive." He paused, "I'm not the same as Jack, Noah."

Lance shook his head, "I'm not the same as Will."

Even though he was so tired that he didn't want to think about other things, Lance still didn't go back to the hotel. The little doctor's concern was a bit clumsy. He was just too shy and restrained to give the illusion that he hadn't grown up. In fact, his heart was more sensitive than anyone else. Slender, he may not know why you have emotional fluctuations, but he can indeed capture even rapid emotional changes in you.

Jack and Will had been talking in the small office, and after receiving an inside call from Gordon, they brought someone down. Judging by the expressions on their faces, the conversation seemed to be going on happily, and the hesitation on Will's face disappeared. .

Jack must have promised something.

"Have a guess?" Jack stood straight.

"Yes, we're assuming the suspect didn't intend to kill the victim," Lance said before everyone else.

Reid took the words, "He just cut off the victim's arm. We know the victim was alive before the arm was cut off. He sent the arm to the police. The outside world spread the information that his skills are superb, the police is a group that represents strength, authority, and justice, and he may want to be reused."

"And if this is the case, the victim must not die before the police solve the case. In this case, it is a failure for our suspect. He is a person who pursues perfection."

"I need a lot of medicine." Gordon's eyes flickered.

"By the way, does your computer information officer have access to the information library?"

Price shrugged his shoulders. "Actually, what I'm good at is fingerprint confirmation and some tracking. I don't have a relatively high authorization here."

Gordon looked at Jack, "Do you mind if we ask for foreign aid?"

Jack nodded silently in agreement.

It was Rhett who called. He pressed the speakerphone, and after a few rings, the phone was connected.

"Oh oh oh~~ Let me guess who is calling the almighty Garcia~" Garcia's voice was full of vitality as always.

"Gar...Garcia, it's me, Rhett cough." Rhett coughed dryly, not surprisingly still a little nervous.

"Okay, okay~ Will the cute little boy finally dial my number~"

"cough……"

"Okay, Garcia, we need some help from you." Lance couldn't bear it, and Reid's face was already red.

"Oh! Okay, okay, tell me what I can do to help?" Garcia sighed, "God knows I'm almost moldy."

The expressions of the other people present were a little weird, as if they didn't expect that the foreign aid they were looking for would speak nonsense like this.

Rhett immediately said, "Garcia, we need to find someone."

"Okay." Garcia moved his fingers, "There is no one I can't find, unless he lives in a primitive society."

"We need to find someone who has professional surgical knowledge and has recently bought a lot of medical supplies."

"Hmm~" Garcia moved his fingers quickly on the keyboard, "But there are too many of these, is there any more information?"

"It is impossible for him to work in a hospital, but he must have had medical experience. He should have just encountered setbacks by proving himself through such an extreme method. His theory is not accepted by others. He is even in his career." Gao Deng added, "The handling of the arm also speaks to that."

"Oh! Don't tell me the specifics. I don't think it's a fresh case." Garcia answered quickly, "So, the person who was recently expelled has medical experience, is it a local?"

It was the first time for Will to see such a case handling method, and he also felt a little novel, and said tentatively, "We suspect that the victim is still alive, so if this is the case, he should have a complete set of hospital emergency room or A sterile care unit or something, he had to make sure they were alive."

"...I heard a strange voice." Garcia paused, and tapped the keyboard more vigorously, "Oh, of course, of course, in this case, he is already heavily in debt, or he is very rich. It's easy to screen, so maybe he's a local, maybe he has a lot of space."

"This kind of person acts almost paranoid, so the family is generally not happy. He may be single or the family may not be harmonious."

"Okay, okay, you have provided a lot of information, but a reminder, the profession of doctors is sometimes similar to ours." Garcia also added, "Many successful and great doctors do not have a happy family. .”

"It doesn't need to be said."

"Okay, okay, just a little time, I can get this bastard from... oh, I said there should be a lot of people like this." Garcia suddenly stopped, "There are three people on the list, dear Yes, um, enough space, medical skills, two of them have been buying a lot of drugs, and one is buying recently, through illegal channels."

"You are the best." Lance leaned over.

"Oh, of course, but thank you~"

"I'm never stingy with my compliments." Lance took the phone from Dr. Xiao, "Please send us the detailed information."

"Okay, oh!" Garcia exclaimed.

"what happened?"

"Um, it's okay, it's okay, the nail polish I put on this morning is gone, I'll fix it later, you know it takes a lot of effort for a girl to choose a favorite one."

Gordon was taken aback.

The information Garcia searched was quickly passed on to the BSU, and several copies of the information were quickly printed and sent to the people present. There were two men and one woman on the information, and one man was even over 70 years old.

Lance looked at the information silently. He always knew that in Western countries, over 70 years old is an age where you can still have a vigorous relationship with a little girl or a young man. There are also some serial killers with powerful skills who don't stop killing until their bodies are unable to move due to illness.

"Can we get a search warrant?" Prius was a little skeptical. "This is just our guess."

Beverly put the information on the corner of the table, "Oh, this is the speculation of the agents from the headquarters, but it is indeed worth a try when we have no progress at all." She said and glanced at it out of the corner of her eye. Lance, then looked at Will, "You also agree."

Will didn't care about Beverly's tone, "Yes."

"I will deal with the search warrant." Jack's sharp eyes scanned all the people present, "In addition, we have also taken corresponding actions regarding the reporter who has been fighting with us, as long as she appears in our sight again, we will wait for her. The only thing we can do is to block it within the range we can do."

Reid focused all his attention on the information, and his eyes flicked across these words, "Garcia marked this information or the last purchase was three days ago, there are anesthetics, disinfectant, um..."

The author has something to say: release the suspect tomorrow...it shouldn't be possible.

The past two days have been busy with the start of school, cleaning and tidying up the dormitory, four classes in the morning and three classes in the afternoon.

Kneeling, what the hell is still in labor pain, touching the abdomen with a small belly...

Lying in front of the computer at night...

What a wonderful day.