Chinese food saves the world

In the interrogation room monitored by the Los Angeles Police Department, Heleti looked calm, her hands were naturally folded on the table, and her face was even paler against the surrounding dark walls.

Outside the interrogation room, Spencer Reid, who was always friendly and gentle, and almost the darling of the entire analysis team, was in a tense atmosphere with BAU team supervisor Aaron Hotchner.

"Holeti was the victim, but she is now being asked to enter the interrogation room for investigation." The handsome young doctor seemed irrational when it came to the young girl who had helped him escape in a kidnapping case.

There was a food paper bag in his hand, which was handed to him by Heletty before entering the interrogation room, "You used to like the desserts I made very much."

Even in the California Institute of Technology, which is full of young elites, there are very few teenagers aged [-] or [-]. In addition, Reid is somewhat autistic, sensitive and shy, and is often ridiculed by others because of his high IQ and weird language behavior. Heleti, who is similar in age, is his rare companion, even though one of them is studying in the Department of Physics and the other is studying in the Department of Chemistry.

Reid has had a deep friendship and guilt for Heletty for many years, and he became addicted to drugs after being kidnapped and forced to inject dihydromorphone a few months ago. Ups and downs, so the response is greater.

The upright Aaron Hotchner sympathizes with Heletty's experience, but he has a clear stand. "Her appearance tonight is surprising enough. In addition, there are only three people's DNA at the death scene. Now that Heletty Franken is still alive, as the sole survivor, she cannot escape all suspicion."

"She had lost too much blood and was life-threatening, and it was impossible to commit murder in common sense." Derek Morgan, who is good at thinking from the perspective of criminals and returning to the crime scene, does not agree with the speculation that Heletty is the perpetrator.

Aaron Hotchner frowned habitually, "I don't think she is a suspect, but maybe she saw the murderer 12 years ago."

The little girl back then has grown up, and her long experience of more than ten years is like a puzzle.

"Emily, you come with me for interrogation." In addition to his excellent profiling skills, Aaron Hotchner is also very good at interrogation and negotiation, and Emily's female identity can relatively make Hao Le in the interrogation room more comfortable. Tee wasn't that nervous.

As for Red, he was asked to sit outside with others.

Aaron Hotchner wore a neat dark suit and entered the surveillance interrogation room with documents in hand.

Holletti raised her gaze and found his eyes, "Can the interrogation be as fast as possible? My roommate may be worried about my safety, and the law and order in downtown Los Angeles has never been reassuring."

She parted her red lips slightly, her blue eyes and melancholy and childish face made her look more timid and innocent, even Emily, who had always been rational and calm, felt a little soft-hearted, "Heletty, why did you come to the Parker Center to look for Rhett tonight? "

"I heard the radio broadcast that the BAU team will assist the Los Angeles Police Department this morning," Hollett looked sweet and clear, but the content she said was not so, "I think you may face difficulties in the process of finding the murderer .”

Aaron Hotchner looked into her eyes, "Do you know where the murderer is?"

Hao Leti immediately shook her head and answered no, "My answer may confuse you even more."

"Tell me—" Hotchner looked serious, unaffected in the slightest.

The black-haired and white-skinned Asian girl fell into her memories, "I was hit by a shotgun at the aorta, and then they threw it into the cellar like rags. I tried to hold the bleeding place with my hands to slow down the bleeding, but the effect was not good. No, soon I felt cold and clammy, and my heart was beating and my breathing was rapid."

"I heard one say, 'I killed her, I killed her, she pissed me off.' Another replied, 'Yes, the five sheep ran away!I'm going to chop her up! "

Hao Leti crossed her hands and exerted a little force, "My consciousness is getting worse and worse, and I have a series of symptoms of blood pressure drop. I feel that I can't open my eyes. The last memory before coma is what the two kidnappers said. The photo has been sent to the police station to prove the death, so as to provoke the Los Angeles Police Department."

Aaron Hotchner pressed, "Is this your last memory?"

"No," Hollett looked up at him, "I'm awake again."

"What do you see?"

"A burst of golden light."

Aaron frowned, "Golden light?"

Hollett looked calmly, "I saw a dazzling golden light knock them down."

Aaron Hotchner and Emily were clearly at a loss for what to say to the answer, Golden Light?Was Heletty trying to tell them that the murderer was a supernatural creature?

"You had lost a lot of blood at that time, maybe you were hallucinating due to being unconscious." Emily could only think of this reasonable explanation.

Hollett didn't refute, "This is also a possibility, but I really only have these images in my memory. When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the weeds on the side of the interstate highway, with no one around me."

"The cellar of the abandoned house where the bones were found is barren and empty, about six miles away from the nearest interstate." Hochner continued to ask, "What happened to you after that? The Los Angeles Police Department couldn't find you back then, not even yours. medical records."

Hollett actually bent her lips, "I met a lady from London who was on vacation in Los Angeles. She picked me up and brought me back to England."

Hollett's Miss London has a very high IQ far surpassing Newton's, and can even easily hypnotize anyone, otherwise it would be impossible to smuggle her back to Great Britain so smoothly.

"Considering that you have been missing for many years, this British lady's behavior is more like kidnapping." Hochner still frowned, and he had a lot of questions, because the young girl in front of him was like a huge mystery full of doubts, " Your current identity, Heletty Lee, has been included in the list of secret vaporization orders."

The vaporization order, the Federal Witness Protection Program, is a measure and policy of the United States federal government designed to protect witnesses from physical harm.

"This is the kind help of a British gentleman who has some influence in the CIA." Hollett's expression turned cold. "These two British people have nothing to do with the case, and I will not disclose any information."

When she turned cold, the sense of distance that completely separated her from all bystanders was extremely difficult to get close to. Even Aaron Hotchner, who is best at interrogation and negotiation, was helpless, or because the girl's experience was too extreme. The hardship and bitterness made him subconsciously give up excessive persecution.

The interrogation has now come to an end, and the testimony of the only witness, Hollett, cannot provide any effective information, and it is a miracle that she can recover her life due to the degree of her injuries at the time, let alone commit murder.

Aaron Hotchner closed the folder and looked at the thin Asian girl sitting on the chair in the interrogation room, "The FBI will firmly recommend that the Federal Prosecutor's Office prosecute Chuck Franken."

Although the division of labor between the FBI and the Federal Prosecutor's Office is clear, the FBI's recommendations are usually one of the important references for the Federal Prosecutor's Office.

Hollett asked sharply and directly, "The FBI wants me to testify in court?"

Aaron Hotchner and Emily looked at her and didn't know how to answer for a moment. The FBI investigation team in charge of the case of this pedophile organization really hoped that Hollett could testify in court.

If this case is prosecuted by the Federal Prosecutor's Office, it will undoubtedly cause an uproar in public opinion in the United States and even the world. Once Hollett attends in public, she will become the focus of all media pursuits.

For victims of sexual assault cases, becoming a witness in a public trial is tantamount to secondary victimization.

"No matter in any country, sexual assault cases are extremely difficult to win because of the difficulty of obtaining evidence," Hollett said in a calm voice, "Chuck Franken has an extremely perfect judicial background, and he has been harassing us with language and behavior all the year round. Caused psychological resentment and repressed panic, but the cunning never left any evidence for evidence."

She raised her lips, "Even if the Federal Prosecutor's Office really prosecutes him, how many assistant lawyers do you think he will dispatch? Ten? Or twelve? One assistant lawyer is calculated at 400 dollars, [-] an hour, and the grand jury The lawsuit generally takes at least half a year, and he will willingly pay tens of millions of dollars to invite the most talented lawyers, the most famous criminal investigation experts, and even famous scientists and psychologists. With all his wisdom and experience, he challenged the prosecution again and again, making the case complicated and protracted, and causing the jury to cast strong doubts on the reliability of all the evidence."

"And how much money the federal government is willing to spend to continue the fight, what will happen in half a year? Keep asking Chuck Franken's lawyer team for a settlement? Plead guilty and you can reduce the sentence? Or until the end, let the law become a ridiculous game again, and Chuck Franken Franken released in court?"

Hollett stood up, raised her brows forcefully and sharply, "The Ministry of Justice doesn't even want to think about the outcome, but it starts to hope that I will become a victim of the law of money and power again. This is really ridiculous."

Pushing open the metal door of the interrogation room, Spencer Reed's red eyes came into her line of sight, Hollett sighed, raised her arm and touched the top of his head, "How does today's dessert taste? Yes Isn’t it much better than the red bean ice back then?”

The boiled red bean paste mixed with evaporated milk and crushed ice is the most memorable dessert in Reid's memory.

Hollett was very worried about what to do if Little Angel Rhett was crying right now, so she said, "I opened a Chinese restaurant on Robles Avenue in Pasadena, can you come to have breakfast tomorrow?"

I'm afraid it won't work tonight, the BAU team must still have a lot of information to process.

Just as Heletty came to the Parker Center of the Los Angeles Police Department alone an hour ago, at this time, she still drove away alone.

Under the reflection of street trees and mottled lights along the road, the classic rocket car is covered with a roof, and even the single-side visible window is closed tightly. Heleti in the driver's seat controls the metal steering wheel with one hand, and slightly raises the other hand. rise--

A cluster of dazzling golden light appeared on her palm.

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In the bloody cellar, Heletty stopped breathing, then woke up again.

Falling to the dark side in the shadow of death, she possesses devastating supernatural abilities and attacks her kidnappers in a trance.

In the seemingly endless night, she dragged her blood-losing body for three full hours before finding the interstate highway, and then fell to the ground completely exhausted.

The only thing to be thankful for is Miss Holmes who met her.

Holliday has long loathed herself for her uncontrollable supernatural abilities, fearful of harming the innocent.

She once suspected that she was a mutant, but for 12 years, no telepath discovered her existence, came to find her, and taught her what to do.

Nobody knew what she was.

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All things are enigmas, and the key to one enigma...is another enigma

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