[British and American Drama] I just want to be a quiet handsome man

My name is Cavel Buonalotti.The name looks very Italian, doesn't it?But our family is from the Buonarrotti family from Britain. Although they originally immigrated from Italy, after nearly 400 years of marriage, the Buonarrotti family has long been transformed into an English family. The Italian and Italian families have always been connected. For example, the patriarchs of the Buonarrotti family in each generation of Britain and the outstanding people born will return to the family cemetery in Italy after death.

And I, also as a Buonarrotti, and the only male of this generation, I must be the patriarch of the next generation, but 20 years ago, the Italian family was completely broken, and at that time I was eight years old, and the above was still I have a cousin, so to be precise, I am now an Englishman and an Italian.

The Buonarroti family in Italy is very rich. It is said that during the Renaissance, Monteriggioni, a medieval town with a long history, was taken over by the Buonarrotti family from Caesar Borgia, the power-lovers in Italy at that time. The man bought it, and after the downfall of the Borgia family, a pope from the Buonarroti family even entrusted the entire Monteriggioni and a small part of the outer suburbs of Florence to the Buonarroti family .

So, I'm still a count.Cavill scanned the item on the code scanner, quoted a price to the customer, collected the money, and sent the customer off with a smile.But does this have anything to do with me being a cashier?

"Edward! Where has this brat gone?" Cavill took the coat hanging on the hanger in his hand, then walked to the door of the convenience store, looking around to find where his eight-year-old boy went?

Cavill sighed. A man in his thirties and forty with a lively eight-year-old boy was really powerless, especially since the man had to make money to support the two of them.

"Is the convenience store still open?" A trembling man wrapped himself up and asked Cavill tremblingly.Is this winter so cold?Carville was puzzled, but the business still had to be done.

"Of course, please come in." Cavill helped the man open the door, and then ran behind the counter. The man didn't pick anything from the other counters, but just took a can of Coke from the freezer and a bottle on the shelf at the cash register. chocolate.

"Three dollars." Cavill scanned the barcode, and immediately quoted the price. Cavill remembered everything in this small store, so there was no need to look at the cash register to know how much it was.

The man didn't speak, but grabbed a handful of change from his thick pocket, and then continued to say in his trembling voice, "You count it yourself."

Cavill glanced at the man strangely, and then exchanged glances with the man. Cavill's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered a serial killer who hadn't been caught recently.

The killer was named the three-dollar killer by friends in the media. This name does sound a bit weird, but it is not good for the vast number of convenience stores in New York, because the killer would go to a convenience store every time and buy three dollars. In the end, he stabbed the shopkeeper more than a dozen times with a thin knife, and then ate all the things he bought next to the corpse.

Cavill was very nervous. He was not worried about himself, but what if his precious son came over before the killer left?However, Edward's support is not a problem, his son is very sought-after.

But the feeling of being stabbed to death must not be good. Cavill has no plans to go to hell or heaven.

"Are you the three-dollar killer?" Cavill swallowed, and then pretended to be very excited, "I'm your fan! You see, I also collected your news from all media, and even made clippings!" Cavill took out a thick stack from under the counter, thanking the New York media for always paying special attention to their own city's killers.

"You...you...you know...know...know me?" The man held the knife in his left hand and the pistol used to threaten Cavill in his right hand. After hearing Cavill's words, the man waved the knife.

"And I think I know you better than any media." Cavill took a deep breath and said this to the man confidently. Cavill felt that he had never been so serious about chasing his girlfriend.

"For...for...why?" The man was so excited that he could hardly hold his gun.

"Because you are the only serial killer who is still committing crimes in New York!" Cavill recalled the expressions of people living in that kind of mental hospital, and then tried to imitate them.

"If...if...you really...understand...me...my words...then...then...you should understand...knowing that I can't...I can't be a...stutter." Man Laughing at Cavill, Cavill thought to himself, sure enough, based on the fact that the killer would eat next to the corpse, he couldn't be a very introverted criminal.However, he would rather this is an introverted killer, at least, so that he has the hope of narrowly escaping.

Knowing that he would have taken a degree in criminal psychology, Cavill sighed.Then smiled at the man, "But I have been paying attention to you for a while."

"Follow me, just to see if I'm going to kill you?" The man smiled strangely, and then shot Cavill's moving hand, missing Cavill, but breaking the alarm. "Get down! If you don't want to be beaten."

"I'm going to die anyway." Cavill walked out of the cashier obediently, and then lay down on his stomach, "I'm afraid of pain, so can you give me a good time?"

"I'm afraid I can't, my friend! I don't want to kill you, if I can." The man smiled at Cavill, "Of course, I allow you to call me James,"

"There is a serial killer in New York, and the NYPD just asked us for support." Hochner said to the whole group, while Garcia turned on the computer in the conference room and began to introduce the victim to everyone, "In the past week A total of three convenience store owners were killed, and I will never go to a convenience store again.”

“And today is day eight, so if we don’t hurry, we might lose three other convenience store owners,” Rosie joked. “It’s a good thing my boy is opening a convenience store in Los Angeles right now.”

Seriously though, Rosie, your LA convenience store son is in New York right now, face to face with the Three Dollar Killer.

"We're leaving in 10 minutes."