I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"Where did Qiu Chengke go? After the party, he disappeared. The agents said they couldn't reach him." After Reid hung up the phone, he immediately pushed open the door of the studio and rushed in. He looked at Rui who was beside him. Well, asked anxiously, "He's not in the area the agents are in charge of."

"Don't worry, Yarman took him away, our people are following him, I promise that there will be no accidents to Qiu Chengke." Ryan made a gesture, and he pointed to the monitoring screen on the computer screen "This is Yarman The place where Man just brought Qiu Chengke in."

Rhett followed Ryan's line of sight and saw that it was a gay bar.

"This bar is also within the range we delineated, and Ingmar will appear there every once in a while." Reid looked at the picture a few minutes ago with a frown, and asked suspiciously, "What happened to Qiu Chengke? Why was he helped in?" of?"

Ryan said casually, "Don't worry, he's just drunk."

Ruide recalled that Qiu Chengke drank two bottles of white wine in front of him, and he still didn't change his expression. He looked at Rui En in surprise, "How much did he drink?"

"Hmm...a bottle of wine?" Ryan said hesitantly, "They went to a room alone to talk at the end of the party. no problem."

"The agents of the third team have successfully infiltrated the bar, are looking for Qiu Chengke, and have locked the approximate location." Morgan put down the earphones, looked up and said to Reid, "Do you think Qiu Chengke is acting?"

Rhett nodded hesitantly, but did not speak.

"Qiu Chengke has no reason to expose, as long as you have the heart, you can get some information about living artifacts through that party." Dr. Foster played the surveillance video of the party hall back and forth, "Looking at the fearful and nervous expressions of the two women, At least one-third of the guests have heard about the great collector, but they may not realize how cruel the great collector is, so they choose to play it safe."

"We gave him a forged identity, Ajer, who has capital and background, likes to kill animals, has a history of drug use/drugs and bloodthirsty records about pica, it is completely reasonable for Ajer to go to Yarman to contact the big collector. "Morgan flipped through the fake Agel's information, and said hesitantly, "Yarman has no reason to refuse Agel's request. As long as Qiu Chengke follows the script we wrote for him, nothing will go wrong."

"Drunkenness is our script?" Reid looked back at Morgan and said, "I can't believe it. At this time, Qiu Chengke still wants to add drama to himself."

"In my impression, he is not such a reckless person." Dr. Foster frowned and said, "Is there medicine in the wine? Putting medicine in the wine to speed up digestion, when drinking, it will make people easily Drunk, like morphine, or other common drugs."

Reid looked at Qiu Chengke in the surveillance screen suspiciously, and said firmly, "At present, he is very sober."

In the bathroom inside the bar, Ajel was using a fruit knife to shave his beard. He casually threw his tie on the sink, and the delicate badge on the tie was hanging in the water.

The sharp blade cut through Ajel's chin, and he touched the opening in a daze, staring blankly at himself in the mirror and continued to shave the beard that hadn't grown out at all on his clean chin.

When Yarman came out of the cubicle, he saw his friend Ajel, whom he had just met at the party, injuring himself with a fruit knife.

He folded his arms and watched with interest for a long time, until Ajer put down the fruit knife, Arman walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Have you finished shaving?"

"Yeah." Ajel rinsed the fruit knife seriously, and turned his head to Arman and said, "Do I still have shaving cream on my face?"

Arman stared at the blood dripping down his cheek, couldn't help licking his lower lip, he caught the blood dripping on Ajel's face with his fingers, licked it in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment Eye.

Ajel watched his movements, and his eyes began to shine. He imitated Yarman's movements and licked his bloody fingers, as if he was tasting something delicious.

"Do you still want to buy that thing? This is the last chance." Yarman's eyes gradually darkened. He took Ajel's finger and rinsed it off. While wiping it with a tissue, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "You Do you still want to buy human pithangka? Look at me, Ajel, why did you buy that."

Agel didn't answer, but just stared at him blankly, with a dazed expression on his face, he replied after a while, "Yes, I want to buy human pitangka, human pitangka...it was here just now..."

Ajel muttered under his breath, and started circling around in the bathroom looking for things.

Yarman went out to make a phone call, and when he came back, he grabbed Ajel who was about to empty the toilet, "Don't worry, I'll take you right away."

As he spoke, Yarman led Ajel out of the bathroom. In the nearby corridor, two half-dressed men were passionately kissing. One of the men kept looking at the door of the bathroom from the corner of his eye. When he saw the two coming out Finally, he quietly pressed the headset and whispered, "Captain, they are going to the back door of the bar."

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[Mr. Ri'an Qiu, long time no see, now a time-limited task is released, Little Abe's request: save me, the task time limit is one hour, and the penalty time for task failure is six hours, please pay attention to the time, Mr. Qiu, and complete the task as soon as possible. ]

'Cancel the task. Qiu Chengke pushed his glasses and looked at the man in front of him cautiously. He had just been drenched in a bucket of ice water, and now he was wrapped in a blanket and sitting shivering by the fireplace.

[I'm sorry Mr. Qiu, but the task cannot be cancelled. If Mr. Qiu thinks that he can't complete the task, please find a safe zone as soon as possible to pass the weak period. ] The system's voice was as straight and cold as usual, without any emotion. After speaking a paragraph on its own, it disappeared from Qiu Chengke's mind.

Qiu Chengke didn't care. In fact, what he is most worried about now is how to pass the test of the great collector. Gordon and Dr. Foster have given him intensive training, trying their best to let Qiu Chengke understand Agel's personality and ensure his All behaviors are in line with Ajel's emotional changes.

Even if Yarman drank the mixed wine for Ajer, Ajer should be sober by this time, Qiu Chengke pursed his lips tightly, looked back at the men with guns behind him, puzzled He said to Arman who was standing aside, "What are you... doing?"

Before he finished speaking, he sneezed coldly, and Yarman thoughtfully handed over a cup of hot milk.

"I don't dare to drink what you gave me anymore." Qiu Chengke said angrily, "What do you mean?"

"If you're looking for a big collector, I'll bring you here. The person opposite you is the person in charge." Yarman explained, "Just call him 'Mr.'. He can recommend some products to you."

Qiu Chengke didn't move, just followed the character set and script that Rhett and the others had arranged for him, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, his fingers nervously twitched the fluff on the sofa cushion.

"Don't be nervous, Ajel." Yarman came over and wiped his hair with a pure white towel, but this is a special hair dye, and it didn't leave any traces on the towel.

Yarman put away the towel and pushed it aside again, and the husband continued to say to Qiu Chengke, "If you want human skin thangka, then we need to prepare for a while before delivering the goods to you, because there have been some minor accidents recently, So the raw materials are not particularly complete.”

Qiu Chengke knew that he was referring to Brent's matter, so he nodded to show that it was all right.

"You can choose a style yourself, or try to buy more popular styles, such as Jesus portraits, unicorn portraits, or religious portraits such as Mahakala. These are also what our craftsmen are best at." Mr. This photo album was pushed in front of Qiu Chengke.

Just when the conversation between the two was about to come to an end, a man suddenly came over and whispered a few words to the husband. The gentleman's face turned gloomy instantly. He waved his hand and said coldly to Qiu Chengke who was sitting on the opposite sofa "Mr. Agent, it seems that the death of your companion still hasn't made you realize the reality."

Qiu Chengke felt the killing intent behind him, and his wrist moved undetectably, subconsciously wanting to hold the weapon to defend himself, but the dagger didn't slip into his palm.

Since two agents had been exposed before, in order to avoid being searched by big collectors, Reid and the others did not bring him any weapons or bugs or other tools that could convey information to the outside.

Qiu Chengke took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state. He wrapped the blanket tightly, looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him vigilantly, and shouted sharply, "Stay away from me! I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"You played really well, agent. If it wasn't for the outsiders who exposed you, I would have been fooled by you." Mr. clapped his hands, and immediately some of his subordinates went down and brought up a semi-conscious man in a black coat, and threw between the two.

The gentleman lowered his head and groped for a moment on the man, took out an ID, opened it and threw it on the table, Qiu Chengke looked down, it was an FBI ID, Qiu Chengke had no impression of his appearance, but he remembered the person on the ID, it was One of the agents who cooperated with him this time.

"One or two are like this, thanks to the FBI for sending us so many fresh raw materials." The gentleman said with a sneer, he stood up and took the dagger brought by his staff on a tray.

"There are injuries all over the body." The gentleman cut open the man's clothes, looked at the large and small scars on his back, and clicked his tongue, "There are still only bones that can be used, so you can deal with them casually."

As he spoke, he stabbed the man's forehead with the dagger, and began to peel the skin off little by little. Blood flowed down the man's forehead. The man who was half unconscious was woken up by the pain. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then began to Struggling violently, he kept yelling, "No!!! Stop! Help me! Stop, stop!! Please—stop!"

The two subordinates came over and controlled the man. The gentleman was not affected at all. While slowly peeling off the man's skin, he looked up at Qiu Chengke's expression, but saw Qiu Chengke sitting motionless on the sofa, as if As if petrified, he stared at them with his eyes wide open, his chest heaving violently.

As time passed, the man's wailing sound became weaker and weaker. After seeing Qiu Chengke sitting not far away, he stretched out his hand desperately as if exhausting all his strength, and begged desperately, "Help me... ..."

Qiu Chengke's ears were filled with the man's wailing, he stared blankly at the man's bloody arm, he was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his hand, and held the man's wrist.

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