[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Gordon didn't call them, and their speed wasn't too slow. The female police officer felt that the people from the headquarters and the branch were different, so she drove back to BSU with the two of them. In the office, Jack and Gao Deng had already exchanged information, and Lance walked in, yawning.

Rhett handed the recording pen to Gordon, Gordon nodded and said nothing, Jack looked at the recording pen for a while, and finally looked away.

"Noah?" Gordon turned his head and saw Lance dozing off in a chair. He was worried about Lance's current state.

"Huh?" Lance looked up and met Gordon's eyes, "I gave the recorder to the little doctor."

Gordon's eyes flashed, "He already gave it to me."

"En." Lance nodded, "The other thing is that the information on Ms. Jenny's house needs to be updated."

Rhett interjected, "We suspect that Mr. Frieda has passed away." He paused, "It was within these two days."

"Garcia also said that Mr. Frieda is sick, but it has nothing to do with the body." Lance put his head on the back of the chair, "Although there are traces of two people's lives in many places in her house, but Jane Ms. Ni is very sensitive to her father's problems, and she deliberately left traces of her father at home...but I don't recommend you to provide him with the help of a psychiatrist."

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With this momentum, it is appropriate to work overtime tonight. Everyone is eager to find the murderer from these three suspects, but none of them fit the profile.

"The profiling is just to provide the police with a general direction..." Lance played with the phone that had been turned off, "If it wasn't our mistake, it would be another possibility—we met the legendary actor or actress gone."

No one answered.

Lance turned his head to look at Rhett. Rhett's complexion was not good. Maybe he didn't notice it himself, but the blue halo under his eyes was not for decoration. He touched the melon on his head, thinking unscrew...

Wait... Let's save it.

The clues were cut off again. It doesn't mean that as long as the FBI comes forward, the case can be solved. The repeated clues are enough to show that they are chasing a powerful person. The police department also has its own considerations. When the pressure on personnel reaches a certain level and the investment in manpower and material resources is approaching the edge, the bosses will start to think about whether to continue the investigation of the case.

This is a case that is driving people crazy.

Jack rubbed his brows, his eyes went back and forth several times on the faces of the people present, and finally stopped on Will, as if he had thought about it, "Let's stop here today, and I'll take Abigail back tomorrow."

That's a good reason.

Jack paused, "If there is no accident, it will be me, Detective Lance, Doctor Hannibal and Will."

Lance raised his eyebrows, is there something else about him?

Gordon nodded, "Yes."

When he woke up the next day, seeing the gloomy weather, Lance buried himself in the quilt, thinking if he could pretend to have a cold, he could skip it, but he was just about to take a cold shower when there was a knock on the door.

Reid stood at the door of the room and handed him a bag of bread and a box of milk, said "be careful" and then left, his back was quite handsome.

Lance looked at it and wanted to kneel down.

What kind of stimulation has Rhett received recently!

Once again, Lance felt that Goldfinger was not in the right place. He shook his head and retreated to his room. After thinking about it, he picked up the fully charged mobile phone next to the bed and turned it on.

There were no other messages or calls except for the text message he received before shutting down the phone last night. He licked his lips, put the bread and milk on the table, opened the milk box and took a sip, then remembered that he hadn't brushed his teeth yet, and fell silent After a while, he scratched his hair and went into the bathroom with his mobile phone in hand.

[It's been too long, not happy. ] Lance narrowed his eyes, put the phone aside and began to wash, and when the wash was over, the phone also vibrated.

He turned his neck before pressing the phone.

[Do you know what you're doing? ] The fingers moved [As the people at the bottom are struggling or something? ] This was the first time he replied after guessing the identity of the person on the other side of the text message, and he was a little nervous.

The other party replied almost immediately.

[So happy~~ I thought I was playing single player~ Now that you responded, are you still satisfied with this game? ][According to the point of view of ordinary people, I don't think that the development, social and social activities based on life can be called games. ] Lance typed such a sentence, but still didn't have the courage to say it, so the deletion and deletion became [If no human life is involved. ] He didn't want to piss off someone who might be the ultimate boss.

But now it seems that this view is very hypocritical, after all, he has already begun to try to resist, thinking about it like this is really a bit sad.

Lance rubbed his chin. The other party hasn't sent any text messages so far, and he won't bite. The phone shook between his fingers. Lance put it back in his pocket and went back to his room to send Rhett over. After eating a clean breakfast and belching contentedly, I received a call from Jack.

Jack came to pick him up from the hotel, and Will and Hannibal are said to have gone to the nursing home to pick up Abigail.

There was already a woman in Jack's car. Lance was also taken aback when he saw Alanna, but then he was relieved when he thought of the Alanna he had come into contact with. The high angle insists on playing some sort of protective role.

"Ms. Bloom." The smile on Lance's face was soft, with a hearty taste of a big boy, looking extremely harmless.

Alanna blinked and nodded, with a smile on her face, "Mr. Lance."

Lance got into the car, Jack lifted his chin slightly and started the car, just paying attention to the back seat from time to time.

Alanna moved her fingers and finally spoke first, "I'm sorry for what happened last time..."

"En." Lance took Alanna's words, "Although it's rude to interrupt you, I don't want to hear your apology." He paused, "Because we stand on different sides From a humanitarian standpoint, there is nothing wrong with caring for a little girl."

Alanna pursed her lips, "I'm glad you think so."

Lance laughed, "Actually, it's because you are a professor of psychology and not a so-called psychiatrist. If you were a psychiatrist, I wouldn't want to say a word to you."

Alana was surprised by Lance's simple and straightforward words.

Jack coughed dryly. To be honest, he has not understood this young man until now.

The author has something to say: If Mo Niang really made a move, Lance would be enlightened after a night of sleep.

Recently, I am paying off my debts, and the setting of the text I wrote at the beginning is a bit blurred. I went to read the original book, and my face is bloody...