[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

When Finch woke up, the tinnitus made him gasp twice.He felt that everything in front of him was spinning, and the colors were mottled, making him dizzy.

"Is it uncomfortable?" The girl's voice sounded, "Don't worry, it's normal, you will feel sick, tinnitus, dizzy, but don't worry."

Esther squatted in front of Finch: "The side effects of this drug are very short, and you will feel less uncomfortable in 10 minutes at most."

Finch looked at the girl in front of him, and his eyes fell on the girl's neck, where there were several deep scars, as if something was strangled directly into the flesh.

Esther noticed Finch's eyes: "I was going to change a ribbon just now." She picked up a black ribbon on the table and tied it around her neck.

"Why are you doing this?" Finch asked.Only then did he realize that his voice was hoarse as hell.

The brunette girl turned her head to show a sweet smile, which reminded Finch of Emma Grossman.The two girls' smiles were identical, as if they had been practiced in advance, and the thought sent chills down Finch's spine.

"Your friend is very annoying." Esther's smile disappeared suddenly, and the girl looked at Finch as if looking at a slaughtered animal. "He caught Emma and used it to threaten me."

Finch noticed that the girl turned around and took something from the TV cabinet in the living room, and he heard a low cry from Angela Grossman who was strapped to his side.

"Esther...please...put it down..." Angela Grossman - this poor woman subconsciously dodged backwards, her face showing a pleading look.

Finch silently looked at the girl opposite, Esther held a pistol in her hand, she loaded it skillfully, and then aimed the gun at her now nominal adoptive mother.

"Angela," Esther looked at the woman opposite, "I'm not going to kill you yet, please shut up."

With vaguely impatient eyes, the girl managed to calm down Angela's trembling lips.

In the dead silence, Finch saw the muzzle of the gun turned towards him, and he raised his head to meet a pair of indifferent eyes.

"I don't like being threatened," Esther said, "and Emma is definitely not a bargaining chip that can be used to negotiate with me. Like you, I don't like that hypocritical little bastard very much."

The girl gradually approached, and the muzzle of the gun touched Finch's forehead. The cold touch made him subconsciously tilt his head back.

"So I was thinking," Esther pressed his finger on the trigger, "how about I kill you now?"

"Boom, boom, boom." As soon as Esther finished speaking, there was a knock on the door from the direction of the entrance. The girl frowned slightly and shook the gun in her hand, making Angela try to shout for help. Thoughts evaporate.

Esther found two pieces of rags from nowhere, and after gagging the mouths of the two people tightly, she left to open the door.

"Excuse me, who is it?" Esther asked through the door, with an innocent tone like a real nine-year-old girl.

The person outside the door sounded a bit impatient: "Hi, I'm from the property management company. The resident downstairs said that your house is leaking. Please open the door. We need to check."

Esther lay on the door, looking out through the cat's eyes.Standing outside the door was a young man wearing property management uniforms, and the young man knocked on the door again impatiently.

"Hello? Could you please open the door?"

Ivan frowned, showing an impatient expression, his eyes fixed on the door in front of him.

"It's amazing," Ann said. "Your deceitful skills can be said to be quite superb."

The door opened suddenly, and a girl stood at the door.Ivan looked around the room subconsciously, then looked down at the girl.

"Excuse me, are your parents there?" Ivan asked.

Esther looked at the young man in front of her, and she planned to send the obstructive guy away quickly: "Sorry," she said, "My mother has gone to work, can I trouble you to come back later?"

After saying this, Esther was about to close the door, but the young man opposite her suddenly reached out and pressed the door, and Esther frowned slightly.

"The residents downstairs are very anxious," Ivan stared at the girl. "I have to go in now. I will explain to your parents when they come back."

Relying on himself being stronger than the girl, the young man forcefully pushed open the door that was about to close, and quickly walked into the room.

It only took less than a minute from the entrance to the living room. Ivan stopped by the sofa in the living room. He stared at Finch and Angela who were tied not far away with a cold face, and then slowly lifted the hands.

Esther came out from behind Ivan holding a gun. She raised her chin at Ivan with a gloomy face.

"Work permit," Esther stared at the ID card hanging around Ivan's neck, "throw it here."

Ivan heard Ann mocking in his mind: "Oh, this picture is really familiar. I was pointed at with a gun twice in one day. What should I say?"

The red-haired youth took his work card off his neck and threw it at Este's feet.The girl lowered her head slightly to look at her work ID card. In the photo, a middle-aged fat man with blond hair was smiling.

Esther looked at the young man opposite: "Who are you?"

"Emma Grossman is in the hands of my friend." Ivan and Esther met their eyes.

"She didn't do anything for me, you guys picked the wrong chips."

"I guessed it," Ivan licked his dry lips, "so I added a heavy insurance."

The sound of police sirens was faintly heard on the street, and Este felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"It's the FBI," Est heard the young man on the other side say, "Now there are policemen downstairs, do you think you escaped?"

"We can try it," Esther's cold face suddenly showed a smile, she reached out and messed up her hair, "Do you think the FBI will arrest a nine-year-old child?"

There was a knock on the door: "FBI, please open the door and cooperate with the investigation!"

Esther smiled at Ivan, and ran towards the door like crazy before the young man could react.

"Help!" The girl let out a heart-piercing scream, "Someone is going to kill me!"

The door was opened by Esther, and countless FBIs rushed in. Amid Esther's trembling screams, Ivan was pressed down by several FBIs with no expression on his face.

"Oh," Ann said, "Ivan, you lost, that old woman's acting skills are much better than yours."

At two o'clock in the morning, the FBI building in New York.

Ivan reached out and touched the coffee at hand, it was already cold, it was poured by the FBI agent opposite him four hours ago.

"Excuse me," Ivan interrupted the detective on the other side, "the coffee is cold, I believe I have the right to ask for a cup of hot coffee."

The middle-aged detective squinted his eyes and looked at the young man opposite, then reluctantly stood up and went out to pour coffee for Ivan.

"Damn human rights issues," Ivan heard the detective mutter, "what kind of human rights are you talking about with this kind of social garbage."

With a bang, the door of the interrogation room was slammed shut by the detectives.

Ivan closed his eyes. Just based on the attitude of these agents towards him, he could guess what that guy named Esther said to the FBI, and it would definitely not be a good thing.

The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open. The detective who had just left was holding coffee and looked at Ivan with a strange look.

"Someone wants to see you," the detective said.

Ivan raised his head, and a blond man walked in from the interrogation room.

"We meet again." Steve smiled at Ivan.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the FBI agents in New York, and the group of guys brought back in the afternoon are very strange.Either it means that the nine-year-old girl is going to kill them, or the identity is suspicious.

Even the innocent-looking nine-year-old girl was so strange that she failed a polygraph during the interrogation, and the agent who interrogated her almost turned green in the face.

"According to the data of the lie detector," said the female detective who interrogated Esther, "the child didn't say a word is true."

The busy FBIs welcomed a fat police officer at five past two in the morning.

"Her name is Emma Grossman," Lenal handed over the girl he was escorting to an agent, "I heard that the person you arrested yesterday afternoon has something to do with her, this guy is very difficult, we suspect She has been linked to at least five cases."

FBI agents quickly took Emma away, completely ignoring the ugly expression on Emma's face.

Lenar was not in a hurry to leave, he still had to complete another task assigned to him by Riise.

"Hey," Lionel grabbed a detective, "I heard that among the people you caught was a man wearing glasses? The one with a little bad legs?"

"Ah," the agent looked at Leonard, "You mean that guy with a very suspicious identity. We can hardly find any social information about him. His apparent identity seems to be a false identity."

Isn't that right, Lionel slandered, which one of his identities is real, he may have forgotten himself.

"But what are you asking him for?" The agent looked at Lenal suspiciously.

"It's nothing," Lenal said. "We have a case that may be related to him. I just want to ask if we can use him for two days."

The detective raised an eyebrow, then smiled awkwardly.

"We have nothing to say about this matter now," the detective said. "This case is now handed over to the experts who came to us recently for communication. The experts from Baltimore are said to be very powerful."

"That's the man," the agent suddenly pointed behind Lenore, "You can discuss it with him, his name is Will Graham."

Lenal turned around, and there was a man with curly hair standing not far away, who was talking to a man in a suit beside him.

"Excuse me," Lionel walked over with a smile on his face, "Leinal Fusco, a detective from the New York Police Department."

"Will Graham." The curly-haired man shook hands with Lionel, then quickly withdrew his hand.

Another man in a suit smiled gracefully at Lenard: "Hello, my name is Hannibal Lecter."