The transfer of materials was not fast, perhaps because Ryan was blind, and they needed to translate most of the materials, case files, and files into Braille for Ryan to read.

This is not a small amount of work, and it took about a week to complete the handover.

The director designated a public office area as Ryan's office area.

During this week, decorators frequently entered and exited the administrative police station in Bruhaven, carrying various materials and office utensils, and quickly built an office for Ryan that belonged to a profiler.

It was an office area made of frosted glass, about ten square meters. From the outside, you could only see the vague shadows inside, probably office desks, chairs, sofas and the like, oh, and even a dog kennel.

The policemen all knew that this would definitely not be built with the money of their own chief. The police department's funds have always been just enough to cover the mission expenses of the policemen, and there will never be any extra spare money to build the office.

Apparently some deep-pocketed profiler from the FBI paid for it.

Ryan was wearing a black suit and brand-name leather shoes that were very expensive at first glance. He wore a pair of sunglasses that covered his flaws, and held a dog leash inlaid with gold wire in his hand.

The Doberman pinscher sniffed around him and led Ryan to his exclusive office avoiding the crowd.

Dick Grayson, the courtesan of the police station, the representative of the Bluhaven Police Department, and the most handsome male police officer in the hearts of thousands of women——

He was following Ryan with a potted plant that did not belong to him.

Introduce the layout of the office floor to Ryan from time to time.

...their Officer Grayson has become the profiler's assistant.

The policemen thought grimly, as if the young master took his servants on a trip.

In order to help Ryan understand the relationship between the characters in the past cases faster, Dick simply took the documents he needed to deal with and entered Ryan's office under the eyes of his colleagues.

Ryan's guide dog, a professionally trained police dog that is not just a guide, Tyrion lazily huddled in the corner of the office.

There was the kennel that Ryan had prepared for him.

Dick didn't have many documents to deal with, just an over-summary of a few small cases, and Dick finished processing them in a short while. After filing the documents, he put his hands on the table and played with his mobile phone for a while.

He glanced at the time, it was 11:51, and he could go to the cafeteria for lunch in a few minutes.

Dick sat on the office chair, unceremoniously stretching his slender figure, he stretched, and the seat creaked slightly because of Dick's movements.

Dick noticed that Ryan, who was sitting directly in front of him and facing him, tilted his head and turned his ears slightly to the place where Dick made the sound, with a slightly puzzled expression.

Those dull blue eyes stared at the place where the sound came from, but it didn't play any role.

Ryan was judging what Dick was doing.

A few seconds later, Ryan withdrew his movements, and the subconscious habits of normal people still remained in his body. Even if he couldn't see, he still chose to lower his head to read.

Dick was idle and bored, turned his chair, folded his arms on the back of the chair, rested his head on his arms and watched Ryan.

There was a thick book of Braille spread out in front of Ryan, one of Ryan's fingers touched the uneven Braille, and the other hand landed on the solid wood desk, his slender fingers curled up, tapping the table without rhythm .

His brows were slightly frowned, his red lips were tightly pursed, and he couldn't turn the page after a while.

He has trouble reading.

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" Dick asked softly.

Ryan was startled by Dick's voice, he said a soft 'ah', then raised his lips, and said very directly: "Indeed."

"Actually, I have only started learning Braille for less than half a year, and I don't understand some sentence patterns."

Dick couldn't read Braille either, but Ryan's words revealed a more important message. His eye problems should have happened recently.

If it was congenital blindness, Ryan shouldn't be learning Braille now.

Dick takes a little interest in Ryan's past.

So he asked, "What happened to your eye...?"

Ryan paused for a moment when he tapped on the table, then he continued to maintain the movement and said casually, "It's nothing, I was just blinded."

Dick caught his breath.

He didn't know how Ryan could say something so calmly that almost no one could accept, especially when it happened to him.

"The Ministry of Intelligence received wrong information and issued wrong instructions to the serious crime team to pursue international serial murderers."

"It happened that I was nearby at the time, so I was responsible for chasing the murderer first. In fact, the murderer deliberately showed his feet and wanted to give the FBI some warnings, and then I fell for it."

Ryan's voice was like cold rain hitting the cedar, it was very pleasant, and when talking about killing himself as such a murderer, Ryan's tone was also indifferent.

"Nine explosive bombs exploded around me, and I was buried under the ruins of the building."

"It took a day for firefighters to finally dig me out of the rubble."

Dick could almost imagine what happened to Ryan that day from Ryan's calm words.

The FBI agent in a suit carefully sneaked into the abandoned factory, but he didn't expect the murderer to wait for him for a long time.

The oncoming exploding bombs released intense light and explosive heat and buried Ryan in it. Dust and sharp stones fell on Ryan's body, blood and dust merged into one, and the bones screamed out sharp pain.

That must have hurt.

Dick felt awkward, empathizing with Ryan's pain.

"Hiss, are you okay now?" Dick asked dryly.

Ryan raised his head, and his dull eyes 'stared' at Dick, as if Dick had said some nonsense, he said with a half-smile: "Actually, except for the eyes, everything else is recovering very well."

Dick scratched his head. "Has the serial killer been caught?"

Mentioning the murderer who caused his current situation, Ryan's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. "No."

After speaking, Ryan sneered mockingly again.

"The murderer has been lurking in the UK for a long time after he escaped from prison and has not been discovered by any intelligence department. With a little bit of a show, the intelligence department is like a shark that smells blood."

Dick's eyes flashed, the FBI is a very good organization, they can't be so reckless.

Dick glanced at Ryan with a calm expression, probably this was a long-planned conspiracy against Ryan.

Dick checked Ryan Brea's information last night. Originally, Dick thought that he would not be able to find Ryan's information online.

Because the unit Ryan once belonged to is special, units like the FBI and the CIA will hide their membership identities.

It turned out that Dick found Ryan Brea just by looking it up.

Ryan's parents can be said to be quite famous and high-profile. Ryan's mother is currently the government member with the highest number of support and votes and is expected to become the next US president. His father is an executive of the US Armed Forces Command.

As the only son of the Brea family, Ryan was gifted and intelligent. He followed his father in the army since he was a child and won numerous military awards, including not limited to shooting combat reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance.

The information about Ryan that can be found on the Internet is only up to the time when he was 16 years old.

In other words, Ryan officially joined the FBI when he was 16 years old.

So there's a reason Ryan was transferred from the FBI to the police.

The FBI can't stand him.

Dick keenly noticed that Ryan's fingers stopped tapping again, curled up into fists, pale enough to be almost transparent.

Only then did Dick belatedly realize that he seemed to have blurted out his thoughts inadvertently just now.

Ryan lowered his head slightly, his slender and thick eyelashes trembling slightly. "I know that this kind of work is not for a blind man."

"I tried to stay in there, and then I found that I couldn't do anything. Whether it was organizing training as usual, or going out to the field, these were no longer suitable for me. I couldn't stay in the serious case group, nor could the scientific research group. I need a scientific researcher without eyes, and finally I have to admit that I am no longer the eternally good lion in the eyes of others.”

"But I'm not reconciled—"

Ryan raised his head, a faint forbearance flashed across that delicate and expressionless face, and his voice fluctuated.

Dick's eyes flickered, and Ryan's frustrated face was reflected in his blue eyes. Maybe Ryan didn't know that his face was filled with unwillingness and grievance.

"Being a policeman to serve the country is my ideal, but fortunately, I realized it briefly, and now I continue to realize it in another capacity."

Ryan's tone became calm again, as if he wasn't the one who lost control briefly just now.

It is precisely because he is unwilling to miss his dream like this, so Ryan Brea, who has lost the ability to go to the field, uses his own knowledge and ability to become a profiler.

A crime profiler for the Bluhaven Police Department who can never return to the FBI's Major Crimes Squad leader.

Lean raised his lips and jokingly said with a lazy smile: "Fortunately, I was the one who went in first, not the whole crime squad team, otherwise I couldn't imagine how much casualties it would cause to the crime squad."

"You must know that the vast majority of FBI agents do not have a family background like mine. If they are blind or disabled, they will not be as lucky as me to find another job."

Dick paused, and glanced at the young man in front of him complicatedly. It was precisely because he was the only descendant of the big family that Ryan was under more pressure than other members of the serious crime team.

Everyone was looking at him hopefully, taking for granted that he would do everything right because he was Bria.

Then he fell from the high platform and suffered disappointment and pressure from all sides.

His family would agree to him coming to the Bluhaven Police Station, and he might have given up on Ryan, because a blind man cannot support a family.

The sunlight fell on Ryan's body through the crack of the window. He was leaning halfway, looking lazy and refreshed. His red lips were opening and closing to say something.

Exuding the vitality of life, he did not become discouraged because of his acquired physical defects, and he still worked hard to live confidently.

This image, Dick thought, would always have a place in his heart.

He is strong.

Yes, very strong.

Dick picked up the desk, and compared the Braille translation with the original. Fortunately, in order to sort out the classification, the Braille was still marked in English. Dick checked it a little, and found the place where Ryan read very easily.

Immediately afterwards, Dick's slightly hoarse magnetic voice came to mind in the office. "...The case was transferred on September 9th, year X, and the main person in charge is..."

Ryan froze for a moment, and smiled sincerely at Dick.

At the same time, Ryan checked the favorability in his heart.

Dick now admired and pitied him extremely high.

Ryan curled his lips calmly, this is a good start, everything is in Ryan's design.

Through a few hours of contact with Dick and Dick's touch after hearing his story, Ryan easily analyzed Dick's character and thought about the next countermeasures.

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