I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"Okay, I received it. What do you want me to judge?" Dr. Letterman asked while looking at the girl on the video, holding the phone between his hands and typing on the keyboard.

"Shen Tian, ​​a Chinese student studying abroad, died of suicide." Hu Qi played a videotape recording Shen Tian's daily life.

"What do you suspect of her?" asked Dr. Letterman.

"She took drugs and had sex with many people at the same time, and committed suicide after she became sober, but this is far from the description of her by her classmates. She should have been a cautious and neurotic person." Hu Qi described Shen Tian's autopsy report Sent to Dr. Letterman, continued "I want to know whether she was taking/drugs out of subjective will and whether she was coerced."

"Okay, give me some time, I'll call you later." Dr. Letterman said and put down the phone. Just as he was about to call Foster over, he saw Foster walking in in a hurry.

"Jozina and the police have settled it." Dr. Foster said while putting on his coat and picking up his bag. "They asked me to go to Minnesota."

"Who?" Dr. Letterman asked wearily.

"Detective Gordon wanted me to hypnotize Qiu Chengke. There was something wrong with Qiu Chengke's memory. They wanted to know whether it was due to psychological reasons or the effects of drugs. Qiu Chengke had a special status, and they were worried about other people doing this." Dr. Foster There was a pause in packing things, and she said worriedly, "You should rest Carl, your mental state is very poor, even if you barely detect the lie, it is easy to make mistakes."

Dr. Laitman rubbed his temples, looked at the computer screen again, waved his hands and said, "It's okay, let's go, how is the security guard?"

Dr. Foster sighed, and said softly, "No one is spared, and the fatal wounds are all knife wounds, not Ma Ren's dagger, but the big machete."

Dr. Letterman nodded, hummed, and started rubbing his head, frowning as he watched the video.

Before leaving, Dr. Foster said hesitantly, "Carl, you have to rest. You can't detect a lie in this state, and it will give the detectives wrong answers."

"I know." Dr. Letterman said slowly, blinking dry eyes, "I'm fine."

In the video, the young Chinese girl is smiling shyly at the camera. Holding her trophy, she said sweetly, "I am very honored to be the champion of this mathematics competition. I think it is inseparable from my Support from friends and teachers."

As she spoke, she looked down at a female professor under the stage, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Ms. Greenton, without you, I would not be where I am today."

The second video is a video of her birthday party with her boyfriend Ingmar after she arrived in Minnesota. The two embrace each other intimately. Shen Tian leans on Ingmar's shoulder and smiles sweetly.

"Happy birthday to my handsome boyfriend!"

Dr. Letterman's frown deepened. He hissed and played Shen Tian's two voices back and forth. He didn't raise his head subconsciously for a while, and said to Dr. Foster, "Gillian, listen here , when talking about the teacher, the voice became very soft and sweet, but when talking to the boyfriend, it was respectful, the scene and the voice..."

Dr. Letterman's voice became lower and lower. He pursed his lips and looked at the empty studio. Dr. Letterman was silent for a moment, and then heaved a long sigh.

From time to time, Shen Tian's voice can be heard from the computer.

"Ms. Greenton is my favorite teacher. She is humorous and considerate. She speaks philosophically and has a deep understanding of Chinese culture. I am lucky to meet her in my life."

Dr. Letterman raised his eyebrows. He magnified the corners of Shen Tian's eyes, and he also smiled. When talking about the teacher, there were obvious fine lines in the corners of the eyes, and the upper eyelids covered part of the eyeballs. This smile came from the heart.

"Shen Tian has a teacher, Ms. Greenton." Dr. Letterman dialed Hu Qi's phone and said in a low voice, "Shen Tian likes her, not a teacher-student relationship, but a teacher-student relationship."

After hanging up the phone, Dr. Letterman continued to stare at the scene of the awards ceremony. He tilted his head to look at Shen Tian's expression, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

She was talking about her professor, but only looked at her professor at the beginning and the end.

Normally, she should look at the teacher to determine her reaction to this statement.

But Shen Tian didn't. Instead, she kept looking at the camera, the person outside the camera or the person who was shooting.

..............................

Qiu Chengke was lying on the hospital bed, and Gordon asked him to rest, relax his vigilance, and try to recall what happened ten years ago, but it was a bit difficult for Qiu Chengke.

[This is the problem of the original body. ] After the system was called out by Qiu Chengke, the system replied [What exactly happened, the system is not clear, does Mr. Qiu have any questions? ]

'never mind. After the system went offline, Qiu Chengke looked sideways at Reid who was sitting by the bed.

"Dr. Foster is rushing here." Reid fiddled with Qiu Chengke's dagger, bowed his head and said, "She will hypnotize you, she is very professional, you don't have to worry about any problems."

"Although there are no specific reports yet, some studies have shown that fear can activate factors in the amygdala complex area of ​​the brain." As if afraid that Qiu Chengke would not understand, Reid explained, "The formation of fear memory is related to the amygdala, and the amygdala It has the function of controlling emotions, if you have damaged amygdala, it is more difficult for you to form fear memories than other people, and even if you form memories, it is easy to forget."

"But your situation is very strange. You are very sensitive to danger. It stands to reason that if your amygdala is damaged, it will be difficult for your brain to send out danger signals." Reid said seriously, his fingers resting on the blade, Qiu Chengke held his hand and carefully took out the dagger.

Reid didn't notice, and he continued, "Your memory may be induced by others. After cooperating with drugs, deep hypnosis can make you temporarily forget a memory. From your own point of view, there are many possibilities that can prompt you to temporarily Forgetting that memory, and PTSD also makes you selectively forget things."

"It's a bit fake." Qiu Chengke put the dagger away, and said hesitantly, "I thought it was only in the movie."

"Actually, it's not that miraculous. It's just temporary forgetting. It has some influence on your subconscious mind, and you'll still remember it when you're stimulated." Rhett whispered, "Gordon told me to go over, I'll go first."

After Reid left, Qiu Chengke continued to lie on the bed thinking about it, and that memory seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of mist.

Qiu Chengke felt that it should not have been lost, but was forgotten by the original body. After the original body left, he took over the body and didn't pay much attention to that memory, so he forgot even more.

In the final analysis, this body is not his from the beginning to the end, the memory of the past still remains in this body.

Reid pushed open the door. This was the room they had temporarily cleared up for discussion. Everyone else had already arrived, but their expressions were not very good-looking.

Morgan said with a gloomy face, "If what Qiu Chengke encountered ten years ago was also related to the Great Collector, how long has the Great Collector existed?"

"Ten years or more." Reid thought of something, and he said bluntly, "They have a solid background."

"The question now is whether we can and should continue to investigate." Al leaned halfway on the table, "The three suspects we have identified as possible buyers are already of extraordinary identities. It is still unknown what will be dug up in the end. Those people are buyers. We can confiscate things, because there is no clear law on how to punish the purchase of living products, but what should they do if they are sellers? .”

"Sentencing is the job of the judge. We are only responsible for the investigation." Reid pursed his lips and rubbed his fingers nervously behind his back.

Al and Morgan looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Although this is a free and democratic country, some things are not so glamorous." Al said softly, "Red, now Qiu Chengke may not be the only one who is facing a reward. We all have to be careful."

Reid coughed lightly, and nodded helplessly, "But the matter of the big collector is supported by the president, and this task is also prioritized by the Ministry of Justice."

The room fell silent for a moment, and Gordon squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"That's great." Rocker's voice broke the silence.

"Hey, why are you so sad, think about it." He kicked the ground, sat on the swivel chair and said, "At least this shows that neither our Mr. President nor your immediate boss is involved."

"Also, Torres, I have something I want to tell you." Rocker said calmly. He grabbed Torres and dragged her to the corner of the room. Gordon glanced at Rocker, insignificant. frowned.

Hu Qi approached Gordon, turned his head and said in a low voice, "At this point, maybe we should let Dr. Letterman's team withdraw."

Gordon held the corner of the document, and suddenly said, "The water is very deep, so be careful when checking, first make sure there is no problem with the Ministry of Justice."

Rocker whispered to Torres, "I don't intend to bet my life on this case. I'm not sure if my life is that hard."

Torres immediately looked at Rocker, and she said, "We accepted this order, and a bloody, cruel and heinous case is here, so you don't plan to take care of it?"

"If I'm only responsible for polygraph detection or other things, of course I will take care of it." Rocker lowered his head slightly, avoiding Torres' gaze, "But you also saw what Qiu Chengke looked like when he was carried into the ambulance , he suffered a cardiac arrest and has been in first aid."

Locke paused, he crossed his arms, and clasped his clothes with his fingers. After making sure that there was no outsider in the room, he said softly, "The bullet holes on his clothes showed that he had three fatal wounds. If someone else is now dead." It's been cold for a long time, you and I both know how he survived, but that's not the point..."

"Rocker..." Torres saw that Rocker's mood was not right, she pressed Rocker's shoulder, and comforted him, "Calm down Rocker."

"I am very calm about Torres, but the problem we are facing now is that we are not only facing evil forces," Rocker looked sideways at Torres, "I can't accept that I fought crime with all my might, but in the end I was killed by some people. Got it to court, and then died in prison for no reason. And the point is, I don't want to be caught and skinned by big collectors, forgive me, my mind is full of skinning images, this time it's different from North Dakota, Swart was not sent here, you should understand what this means, Ryan's boss doesn't want to cause trouble, our lives are not guaranteed at all."

"Calm down, Rocker, we are safe now." Torres hugged Rocker and said, "Don't be afraid of Rocker, let's stay together and don't be alone, and we won't be caught and skinned."

Rocker took a deep breath, rubbed his arms and said, "You don't understand Torres, the power of money and power is far more terrifying than we imagined. I used to have a good relationship with Bud, and they all said it was the fault of the media. But both Letterman and I knew that someone was behind the scenes, and I saw with my own eyes how he was forced to go to a foreign country step by step, and at that time, no one could save him."

"It's going to be okay, Rocker." Torres held Rocker's hand, trying to pass on strength to him. "I haven't experienced what happened to Bud, and I can't empathize with it, but what I want to say is that after this There is no turning back, Rocker, we must help the FBI solve this case now, and it is impossible to be alone."

Locker lowered his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking, "Bud was once a good man, the doctor and the others all know that he was driven crazy."

"You're right. The contract we signed is a life-and-death contract and cannot be refunded." Rocker looked at Rhett who was talking to Gordon. He took a deep breath and said helplessly, "And my friend is still here, I can't stop what happened back then, now I should look at him and don't let him become Bud."

Qiu Chengke borrowed a novel from the nurse to pass the time. When he saw Chapter 10, Rhett opened the door and walked in, followed by Dr. Foster.

Qiu Chengke got up automatically and sat down on a soft chair nearby, and Reid put on the instrument for him.

Dr. Foster's voice was as gentle as ever, and Qiu Chengke gradually relaxed. With his eyes closed, he followed Dr. Foster's voice and entered the memory of ten years ago.

[The system detects Mr. Qiu, your emotions will have a certain impact on the effect of hypnosis, do you need the system to temporarily let the memory of the original body occupy the dominant position?The hypnosis can be ended after hypnosis, and it will not affect you. ]

'Can. '

Dr. Foster stood opposite Qiu Chengke, observing his expression, until Qiu Chengke's expression completely relaxed, she said softly, "What did you see?"

"A villa with colored lights hanging, and many people dancing in the hall." Qiu Chengke said in an erratic voice.

"What caught your attention, what was it?"

"A red wall." Qiu Chengke's breathing became short.

"What's behind the wall?" Dr. Foster continued.

"There are... many... people..." Qiu Chengke slightly arched his body and clenched his fists.

"There are many people behind the wall?" Dr. Foster asked suspiciously.

Cold sweat broke out on Qiu Chengke's forehead, his body began to tremble, his brows were tightly frowned, the tip of his brows raised, as if caught in a terrible memory.

"Stop." Reid whispered, "It has been confirmed that it is not the effect of drugs, but post-traumatic stress disorder, let him wake up."

The stool creaked, and Qiu Chengke couldn't help raising his head, just when Dr. Foster was about to stop the hypnosis.

Qiu Chengke suddenly said in a hurried voice, "There are people hanging on the wall...a lot of people...they are looking at me..."

The author has something to say: Again, it’s so late......

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