I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Ever since Alva found out that Grace was pregnant, he had been looking restless. He was staring at the table, flicking his fingers back and forth, as if he couldn't hear Dr. Letterman's question.

The sheriff has been standing outside the interrogation room with a dark face, and Morgan stands behind him, keeping a safe distance, which is also the easiest distance to control him.

Hu Qi took the documents from Reid, he took a deep breath and walked into the interrogation room, and put the documents on the table.

"What is this?" Dr. Foster opened the file suspiciously, and when he saw what was inside, his hand stopped for a moment.

Dr. Letterman noticed that Alva was holding his breath nervously, and his hands were clenched involuntarily.

Foster was silent for a while, then took out a photo, put it on the table, and pushed it to the middle.

"It's late...someone found Grace's headless body."

Alva stared blankly at the photo. He straightened his front, as if he wanted to stand up excitedly, but tried hard to restrain himself. He stretched out his handcuffed hands to grab the photo, looked back and forth, his eyes were unbelievable stare.

He looked outside the interrogation room again, and the sheriff waiting outside held his breath nervously.

In the interrogation room, even a layman could easily see the guilt on Alva's face. His hand holding the photo was tightly grasped, his trembling lips opened and closed, and a suppressed choked sound came out of his throat.

Dr. Letterman could see that this man was about to be overwhelmed by the condemnation of his conscience, but he still didn't say where Grace was, he didn't dare to say.

The sheriff must have threatened him with something, his friend, family member or beloved woman.

Dr. Letterman looked at Hu Qi beside him, and Hu Qi immediately stepped forward and put his ID on the table.

"FBI, BAU team director, Aaron Hutch, is not the same as police affiliation

The size of the police post has nothing to do with me. "

Alva stared straight at Hu Qi's ID, as if trying to fix it into a hole.

After a long while, he raised his head and said in a trembling voice, "Alissa is in the women's prison and will stay for another two years, sheriff...sheriff and his friends are prison guards there."

He grabbed his hair nervously, took a deep breath and continued.

"You should know... how terrible the consequences of a prisoner being targeted by the prison guards... I love Alissa, he promised that as long as I pleaded guilty, he would give her a private room and give her the best food, and then...then the prison guards also Won't touch her again, I want Alissa to be better"

He covered his head and muttered helplessly, "I really never thought that Grace would die. He clearly said that she would be fine... as long as I plead guilty, Grace and Alyssa will be fine." ...I never thought it would turn out like this..."

A 1.8-meter tall man became helpless. He had to apologize over and over again, his face flushed red.

He had thought that as long as he pleaded guilty, he would be able to protect the woman he loved and poor Grace.

Foster sighed, and she walked over to comfort him gently, "That's enough, it's all right, Grace is not dead, that photo has been manipulated, and Alyssa will be fine."

She said, looking up at Hu Qi, Hu Qi nodded to Alva, "I also have prison guard friends, I will apply to transfer her there, although there will be no special treatment, but she will not be targeted."

Outside the interrogation room, after Alva finished speaking, Morgan immediately pressed the sheriff on the table, and the surrounding policemen drew/drawn their guns and aimed at Morgan, angrily berating him to let go of their sheriff.

Gordon frowned, he didn't expect the sheriff to have such a great influence.

When the two sides were at each other's swords, an elderly policeman pushed the door and entered, holding the gun on the back of his waist with his hand.

"Detectives, can I ask what our sheriff did wrong?" The older police officer asked with a grim expression.

Rocker stood behind Morgan, stretched his neck and shouted, "Torturously extorting a confession, threatening Alva, closing the case in a hurry, trying to cover up the murderer, and covering up the truth, this is definitely the most unique sheriff I have ever seen."

The older policeman's chest heaved violently to suppress his anger. He held down the hand of the young policeman beside him, and gestured for them to put down their guns.

"If the facts are as you said." The older police officer stepped forward and handed out the handcuffs, the knuckles of the hands holding the handcuffs were slightly white, and he lowered his eyes, not wanting to see the scene where Morgan handcuffed the sheriff.

He took a deep breath and continued, "He should accept the punishment he deserves, and he should also stand in court to accept the trial of the law."

He paused, and continued to talk to the detectives, but his eyes were fixed on the sheriff's face, and he saw that the sheriff had not refuted.The light in his eyes dimmed.

He looked at Gordon, stretched out his hand, and said politely, "Please find Grace as soon as possible. We will fully cooperate with your actions. If you need his information, I will bring it to you as soon as possible."

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The two detectives in the car were tracking the person who was put on the tracker by Qiu Chengke. They were called by Gordon, an expert in tracking.

They deliberately left the rehabilitation/drug hospital and started to follow them in a relatively distant place. Now they are not far from the man who wanted to inject Qiu Chengke with drugs. small van.

The unattractive gray car was even a bit dilapidated, and the inside of the car could not be seen from the outside. Qiu Chengke felt that the car was very suitable for hiding a person.

"Qiu Chengke, your phone." A female detective said without raising her glasses, her eyes fixed on the display screen, and she said quickly, "Turn right, turn across the path, and you can get closer .”

Qiu Chengke sat in the car and took the phone call from the detective. Reid's panting voice came, and there was also a harsh horn honking inside.

"We're on our way to the sheriff's house," Rhett said. "Although he won't say who the murderer is or where Grace is, his son fits the profile, by the way, in Ring/ Did you encounter anything in the poison hospital?"

"Someone wants to inject me with drugs." Qiu Chengke noticed that when he said this, the female detective of the co-pilot secretly glanced at him, and there was not obvious disgust in the eyes, while Reid on the phone The rambling voice suddenly stopped.

Qiu Chengke pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and pretended not to notice anything. He knew that these people probably hated addicts/gentlemen, and he hated his own body too.

Immediately after he heard Rhett's gasping voice, the speed of his speech became very fast, "God, are you okay, we shouldn't let you in, even though we all think you will definitely meet in that rehab/drug hospital." Got some important leads, but maybe it's not fair to you, I mean you're not a cop or an agent you..."

"Don't be nervous, Dr. Reid, don't be nervous." Qiu Chengke softly lowered his eyebrows and comforted him, "He failed, I'm fine. And remember, even if he doesn't inject, I'm still an addict..."

"You're not!" Rhett interrupted Qiu Chengke excitedly, "You're not an addict/gentleman, I know you're not! Your adoptive father injects you with heroin, and you're already quitting, I mean I I don't mean to condemn your father, he is a good father, I just want to say..."

He paused for a few seconds, and said in an almost whispering but earnest voice, "You are a good man."

What Rhett answered was a loud bang, and he was at a loss as he hung up the phone suddenly.

Gordon turned from the co-pilot to look over.

"what happened?"

Reid raised his head in confusion, "I don't know either."

Qiu Chengke struggled to push the seat on his body. His forehead was scratched by the glass, and the two agents who acted with him were lying in a pool of blood, their chests were sunken and lifeless.

In a trance, he heard the exclamation of the crowd, and several men ran over to rescue him from the deformed car that was hit.

"Sir? Can you hear me?" the passer-by who rescued him said to him.

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