I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"I have learned some polygraphs myself, and I have also done test questions. Although it is only a written test, I think I should be able to apply it in practice." Reid said, "For example, changes in emotions will lead to changes in the direction of the eyes, depression and sadness, eyes Downward, repulsive and disgusted look away."

"How's it going in practice?" Rocker asked.

"Obviously, most people can deliberately hide the changes in their eyes when their mood swings are not too great." Reid said helplessly.

"This is Rhett, since Gordon asked you to learn micro-expressions, you have to listen to me seriously." Locker raised his head and put his arms around Rhett and teased, "Maybe I can consider letting you be my little boy." Assistant, right, Xia Zuo intern."

"You laughed like a donkey just now, but your nose is like a pig, and your growth is not as cute as a donkey. It's so sad. Moreover, this is the sixth time you have used the word "intern" to tease me. The language you mocked me As poor as the knowledge in your mind, I really love you." Xia Zuo was recruited from BAU by Dr. Letterman just after he recovered, and successfully added another member to Dr. Letterman's polygraph team. In my words, it's just adding a useless human figure painting.

Rocker shrugged indifferently, he took two steps, and suddenly stopped, he covered his shoulders, held Rhett's arm, barely supported his body, and let out a suppressed muffled groan.

The playful smile on Xia Zuo's face disappeared immediately. He straightened up when he heard the voice, strode forward to block Rocker and said nervously, "Is the wound hurting again? Are you stupid? Didn't you just shrug your shoulders? I'm going to call the doctor now."

"I... lied to you!" Rocker laughed twice, put his arms around Xia Zuo, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Work hard, intern."

Xia Zuo blushed, shook off Rocker's hand, muttered curses, and walked aside to be sullen.

"Don't worry about him, let's start." Rocker sat on the chair, happily spinning the pen. "Put the picture, Torres."

"Close your eyes, press down your eyebrows, raise your eyebrows, and wrinkle your forehead between your brows, sad." Locker stared at the training video Torres played for him, and Torres immediately switched to the next video after he finished speaking. With an expression, Rocker said seriously, "Shut up and puff your cheeks, your upper lip muscles twitch, your chin is closed, typical anger."

He said, looking back at Rhett, "Have you learned it yet?"

"I didn't see it clearly." Reid said honestly, "The micro-expression stays on the picture for too short a time, I only have time to see a certain facial features of him, and it's much more difficult to use in practice than I thought."

"It's normal, soot footprints on the body, as long as you keep them properly, you have enough time to study one, two or three possibilities, but the shortest micro-expression can only stay on the face for 25/[-]th of a second, The longest will not exceed one second. You can only judge instantly. What I will play for you is at a slower speed. Once you get used to this speed, you can understand the micro-expressions of most people, including me and Torres. If Dr. Letterman deliberately conceals it, it will be difficult to see." Torres comforted, "Actually, you can start with the eyebrows, and the eyebrows will explain a lot."

"Here, your corrugator eyebrow muscle will cooperate with the orbicularis oculi muscle, anger, sadness, confidence, joy and sorrow, all of which can be seen through the eyebrow area." Rocker rubbed the center of Rhett's brows and said, "Of course, when encountering strong Light also changes it, it's not hard to tell."

Torres slowed down again, cut a few more expressions, turned around and asked Rhett with concern, "Do you understand?"

"Hmm...happy?" Rhett looked at the photo of the bride in a beautiful wedding dress and said, "She's obviously smiling,"

"No, it's a fake. Her... eyebrows are wrinkled. She is forced to socialize and is about to lose patience. Marrying this person may just be a purposeful marriage." Locker dropped his side expression and explained.

Before he finished speaking, Xia Zuo followed up and said, "When a person is extremely angry or sad, the movement between the eyebrows changes very clearly and realistically. When you irritate a person, you can basically see what he is thinking. .”

Before Xia Zuo finished speaking, he was interrupted by the door opening.

"A group of lunatics are all crazy." Dr. Foster pushed open the door and walked in with high heels. She put the sorted documents on the table, her voice trembling with anger, "That orphanage nurse is crazy. No one believed me, those children were abused one by one and turned into lambs to be slaughtered, I couldn't even send them out, no one wanted to leave there."

"What's wrong?" Rhett asked suspiciously.

"I have been investigating the sexual/aggressive incident of the director of the orphanage since a long time ago, about a month ago." Dr. Foster nodded friendly to Rhett. "I stayed there, and I wanted to stick with them to the end. Until those beasts in clothes are sent to prison."

"But you're back now, why?" Xia Zuo folded his arms and asked with narrowed eyes.

"I don't have a client." Dr. Foster said, "I didn't have a reporter who asked me to investigate the orphanage. The dean found this out. I am not qualified to continue there. I was kicked back."

"Tell me in detail, at least he can't prevent the FBI from investigating." Reid pointed to the document that Dr. Foster had just put down, and asked tentatively, "Can I have a look?"

"Of course." Dr. Foster pushed the document to Rhett, and she said to everyone, "When I was investigating, I found that some children who were not on the list of orphanages appeared in the orphanage, but the children in the orphanage have been No more, no less. When counting the number of people, there are always so many. Some children were taken out quietly, and after use, they were brought back and replaced with others. The number remains the same, but if you look carefully, you will find Some unremarkable children are missing."

"They changed the names of the children who stayed in the yard to replace them. A month ago Milo was a little girl with freckles, and half a month later she was a rabbit tooth. On the day I left, Milo changed again. She became a girl with green eyes." Dr. Foster paused, then said solemnly, "The most important thing is that in just one month of my observation, at least three children have been replaced."

Rocker showed an unbelievable expression, and Xia Zuo murmured in a low voice, with a gloomy face, crossing his arms, "It means that at least three children will never come back."

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"Very beautiful girl, isn't it?" Qiu Chengke pushed his glasses and said in admiration. He pinched Sylvie's chin and lifted her face. He tilted his head to look and exaggeratedly said, "It's very tempting to cry." Man, it fits your requirements very well, Ryan."

The one named Ryan was a thin young man, he smiled shyly, took out a handkerchief to wipe Sylvie's tears, and said seriously, "You are right sir, then, we will still pay the price we negotiated before. ?”

"I want more." Qiu Chengke smirked, he grinned, and pulled Sylvie behind him, "The previous price couldn't afford an Aphrodite."

After hearing Qiu Chengke's words, Sylvie started to cry after she walked over from Laian, without making a sound, she just lowered her head and shed tears, crying out of breath, Qiu Chengke quietly patted her back, for fear that she would faint from crying.

It wasn't until the two of them negotiated the price and she was taken away by Laian that she turned her head to Qiu Chengke and said silently, "Please."

Qiu Chengke patted his chest implyingly, and replied with his mouth, "Wait for me."

Qiu Chengke got back into the car and drove slowly in the opposite direction. After changing into the jeep he had parked here before at the motel, he accelerated and drove towards the direction indicated by the tracker.

"Are your eyes leaking?" Ryan rubbed Sylvie's eye sockets and whispered softly, "Cry again, and I'll strip you naked right now."

Sylvie hiccupped in fright, probably because she was afraid of leaving marks on her body. After Ryan walked for a while, he untied Sylvie's rope and only bound her wrists and ankles.

He lit a cigarette and started chatting with someone on the phone. Sylvie listened carefully, trying to write down everything she heard, just in case, but her eyes became more and more blurred.

Sylvie blinked blankly and gradually lost consciousness.

"Sylvie?"

"Sylvie wake up."

"Oh my God, why are you here, Sylvie?"

Sylvie struggled to open her eyes, only to hear her brother's voice.

She subconsciously touched her clothes, the clothes were still there, she immediately groped her chest, and finally touched a small thing on her underwear belt, Sylvie couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Brother, where is this?" Sylvie looked around and asked suspiciously.

"Warehouse." The boy looked exactly like Sylvie. He was wearing delicate clothes and little leather boots, like a young master from a rich family.

"Warehouse?" Sylvie asked, touching the railing beside him, "What is this? I'm in a cage?"

"Yes, sister." The boy hugged Sylvie and said fearfully, "There are also cages tied up above us, and the place where the light can't shine is full of cages."

Sylvie turned her eyes, and she tilted her head to look around carefully, and found a monitor on the wall, facing their area.

"What are they arresting us for?" asked Sylvie.

"Sell it." The boy wore a collar around his neck with his name, Emmanuel written on it.

"You don't have a label yet. Someone will take you out later, do some inspections on you, and finally assign you an area to determine what you should be used for in the end." Emmanuel said, "But you should be like me, After all, we are twins, the last pair of twins was bought together to be adopted by a Frenchman, maybe we can too, this is a good way out."

Sylvie shuddered, she quietly pressed the tracker in the corner of the cage, the door of the warehouse was opened, a person walked in, and took Sylvie out.

"Don't be afraid of Sylvie," Emmanuel called from behind. "The twins will be fine."

However, Sylvie ignored Emmanuel's voice, and she heard a familiar voice from the person carrying her.

"Miss me, sweet girl."

Sylvie pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "You hit my stomach."

"Really." The man changed his position and hugged Sylvie in his arms.

"You touched my ass/butt, pervert." Sylvie looked at the completely unfamiliar face in front of her, and ventured to test.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the man smile dotingly, then grabbed her by the collar of the back of her neck, and carried her out.