[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

John felt that he was really unlucky recently. Things in the hospital were not going well. The psychologist told him that his psychological pressure was too great and needed to be adjusted. In addition, the success rate of his recent operation was indeed much lower. During his working period, he I often use my position to facilitate the transfer of some medical supplies. If I don't want to bother my upper body, who would be willing to lose my job in the hospital.

Who knew that my younger brother suddenly became paralyzed because of a car accident, and now he can only lie on the bed at home, oh!You have to hire a maid to take care of him!

but!yes!Now, two FBIs suddenly appeared in front of him!

Did all the unlucky things suddenly focus on him like eyes?

John swallowed, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Gordon interrupted him, "You know, sir, can we come in and have a seat?"

John turned his head to look carefully at Gordon and then at Will, "You swear you're just here to sit?"

"There are still some questions to ask." Gordon shrugged. "This is the procedure."

John's lips twitched twice, and his eyeballs kept rolling, but the last thing he said was: "Okay."

Will raised his eyebrows. He usually went directly to the murder scene when he worked under Jack. At that time, the police had basically controlled the scene. When he started to intervene, there was no one around, and everything was himself. Investigating him like this is not much experience.

Gordon and John walked into the room, and Will pursed his lips under John's gaze. Fortunately, his face was already too pale, so John didn't notice anything unusual.

After the two entered the room, John sat down on the sofa in the living room, "Please."

He was still in a bad mood.

Gordon and Will were sitting on the sofa next to them, and the maid who had just opened the door walked over gently, with her head slightly lowered in a gesture of submission.

This seemed to be very helpful to John, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's drink tea."

The maid nodded, glanced at Will secretly, then quickly looked away and walked away.

John seemed to have thought of something, and after the maid took two steps, he suddenly raised his voice, "How is Miri today?"

The maid stopped immediately and turned around the next moment, "Yes, sir, Mr. Mi Rui looks good today, and even ate more in the morning..."

"Now?" John interrupted her, but his tone gradually calmed down.

"Mr. Mi Rui was a little tired just now, so he fell asleep." The maid replied.

"Let's make tea." John took a breath, ignored the maid who was quickening her pace, and turned to ask, "We can start now."

Initiative has always been a wonderful thing, and it often appears or changes because of a small thing or even a sentence, just like now.

Gordon moved his fingers, "Are you worried about your brother?"

Will felt that Gordon's way of attack seemed familiar.

John's eyes were fixed, and then he sneered, "Trouble?"

"Yes." Gordon nodded, not feeling that what he said was wrong, "Although you hired a maid for him, Afang did not treat him harshly in other places, and even said that he was very nice to him, but you still think he is A nuisance, especially when you've been overwhelmed by things in the hospital lately."

"..."

When the maid brought out the black tea from the kitchen, there were no longer the two FBI figures in the living room. She blinked, and walked over gently, slowly put the tray on the table, and then placed the beautiful and delicate porcelain cup Put it in front of John, showing a section of neck when slightly bowing his head, very obedient.

John gasped. He had just lost his temper.

"Who gave them the face to make them look like this to taxpayers!"

The maid shook her hands in shock, and became more cautious, "Sir..."

"Go away! Stay away! Stay away from me!" John stood up abruptly, pulled his neck with his hands, and suddenly realized that he was not wearing a tie, and became more and more irritable. He shook his hands and walked upstairs up.

The maid was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe out, she lowered her head silently.

John paused after walking a few steps, "Remember to make dinner for Miri later, and wipe him after he falls asleep."

"Okay, sir." The maid quickly agreed.

John's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the stairs.

The maid raised her head and blinked her eyes. She cleaned up the things on the table by herself, went into the kitchen and poured all the black tea into the sink, cleaned the cups carefully, and carefully sucked up all the water on the cups with a cotton cloth. Just put them in the cupboard.

I'm in a much better mood now~ The maid thought so, with a little smile in her green eyes.

"We were kicked out." Will sat in the car with a subtle expression.

Gordon propped his head on one hand, "Yes."

"So?" Will was puzzled, "Aren't we here to find out the situation?"

Gordon started the car, looked at the house not far away, "We already understand."

The female police officer was driving the car, looking at the road intently. It was getting dark now, so she was also extra careful.

Lance was sitting in the back seat playing with the recorder in his hand, looking out of the window from time to time, as if Superman was fighting with Optimus Prime outside.

"It's already dark." Reid rolled his eyes, and his voice broke the quiet atmosphere in the car. The female police officer subconsciously looked up at the rearview mirror.

Of the two handsome men sitting behind, one was leaning on the cushion and wondering what to think, and the other was cautious. The female police officer tilted her head. The people in the headquarters were just different from them.

"Yeah." Lance answered lazily, "The moon is fine tonight."

Rhett's face turned red, but he adjusted his sitting posture almost immediately, and raised his voice, "Do you want to eat tonight?"

Lance was surprised, and stuffed the recording pen into his hand, "I said I'm going to be a vegetarian recently, so don't let me be late for anything with meat before I leave here." He paused, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, "I thought You know."

Rhett blinked, then nodded, "Yes, I know, but if you don't eat meat for a long time..."

"I believe my dear, you will help me find something to replace, at least you can keep me from being malnourished, can't you?"

"..."

Rhett scratched his head, he had to admit that Lance was right, and...

Dear……

"Speaking of food..." Lance licked his lips and pulled Rhett's thoughts back. "It's like Mr. Lecter invited me last time. If possible, I don't want you to eat anything he made."

Rhett frowned and didn't answer.

"After all, in my impression, besides paid transactions, cooking for someone is something that friends or close people can do." Lance was dissatisfied, "You know I don't like psychiatrists, especially Still handsome."

Rhett: "You know I'm not interested in men!"

Lance: "...oh"

Rhett: "...No, it's not! I mean...I mean, I don't like it, I like it..."

Lance: "I see."

The more Rhett became anxious, the more he couldn't explain clearly. In the end, he had to swallow all the words when he saw the scorching gaze of the female police officer driving in front through the rearview mirror.

Lance sighed and patted Rhett on the shoulder, this kid is so cute.

The female police officer looked away, and she also understood the personalities of the two handsome detectives from the headquarters.

Rhett put away the recording pen, and after a while he seemed unable to bear the silence in the car again, and spoke again, "We haven't seen Miss Jenny's father."

"You can't let a woman who loves her father take you to see her father who is now 'scarred'. Not all women like sympathy from the outside world." Lance shrugged, "Miss Jenny always thinks that she His father is strong enough."

"Yes."

The car was driving towards the BSU, Lance put one hand in his pocket, lightly pressed the phone button to quiet the slightly vibrating phone, then touched the power button, and stopped his finger on it for a while.

"Little doctor, is your phone still charged?"

Rhett nodded, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Lance smiled, "My phone is out of battery." He pressed his finger down, and after a few seconds Lance took out the phone from his pocket and shook it, "I'm worried that if Gordon will call. "

Rhett didn't doubt it either, "Oh."

"Listen, Benny, I won't take you to this par again!" Tina held back her anger and looked at the blonde in front of her. "It's not just you, I won't go again either."

Benny pursed her lips, "Then next time..."

"No!" Tina frowned, "We'll go back to Quantico tomorrow."

"But..." Benny was about to say something, but when she saw that Tina was in a state of tension like a cat with taut fur, she swallowed the next words.

"Gina and Rui'er haven't contacted me for a few days. Something must have happened. We can't be involved." Tina put her fingers on her lips and rubbed them vigorously, then shook her hands away, " Be careful when strangers contact you."

"Okay." Bernie nodded.

Tina seemed a little worried, stared at Benny for a long time, then took out her phone and sat aside.

Benny knew that she was still nervous. Now that they were staying in a hotel, Hetina had already closed the curtains. She was almost sure that if she made any bigger moves, she would be able to make this past madness go crazy. The mighty woman jumped up in fright.

But she still needs to be attached to her now, so she needs to be patient a little bit.

The author has something to say: The murderer has already appeared... The scope is so small...