I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"We should let Ryan come over." Torres looked around nervously, and said softly, "You can't see it, but Rocker and I can. When those small town residents greet you, there is hidden fear on their faces. .”

"Fear?" Al asked suspiciously, "I thought it would be hostility or disgust."

"I'm not wrong, they are afraid of us." Torres recalled, "I saw that look on a boy who was bullied in school. I'm not Dr. Letterman. I still can't see that they are afraid. What, but this town can't stay any longer, we should bring Ryan over."

Al looked at Torres seriously, she nodded after thinking for a moment, "Fear often makes people lose their minds, do things that contradict common sense, and there is a strange thing, where is the deformity? Qiu Chengke said that this small town A lot of deformities, but we haven't seen any of them so far, and Ryan's message didn't include this one."

Just as Torres was about to say something, she suddenly froze. She looked up at the toilet window, opened and closed her mouth, and finally murmured, "It's right here..."

Al hurriedly turned his head. On the small window of the toilet, a man with distorted facial features was looking at them. His face seemed to have been twisted by a large pliers. Going down, the upper lip is turned up, exposing a small part of the gums.

It was as if someone had rolled his face in a fire, and there was no intact skin on his face.

The man didn't run away after he was discovered. He had a distorted smile on his face, his body twitched, and he raised his hand to gesture to them, "Hello."

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Morgan shouted loudly from outside the bathroom, "Al! Are you all right!"

Al pulled Torres out of the toilet cubicle vigilantly, fixed his eyes on the man, and said to Morgan, "There are people here!"

Morgan ran over in a few steps, and the man stuck to the window screamed and ran away as if frightened.

"What's that?" Morgan just went to the toilet, looked out of the window, he unlocked the sliding window a few times, reached over to the edge of the window, and touched a tiny clod of soil.

Al took the clod, knelt down on the ground and rubbed the dirt off, revealing a small dusty tablet.

Morgan picked up the pills, put them under his nose and sniffed them. He shook his head in confusion. He wrapped the pills in a tissue and took the two ladies back to the police station.

Al sat on the sofa and politely declined the coffee offered by the sheriff. She asked suspiciously, "Is there anyone in your town with extensive facial burns?"

"Yes, that's Dylan. When he came to the town, his face was burned extensively. It's so pitiful." The sheriff sighed and said, "He said he was burned by his classmates. Who knows, he has low self-esteem and is a little nervous. Maybe he was stimulated, he often wears a mask, and occasionally takes it off, have you seen him?"

"Well, in the bathroom." Torres said with a dark face, "He was peeping in the women's bathroom."

The sheriff still had a smile on his face, and he took a sip of his coffee slowly, "It's nothing, you didn't suffer."

Gordon put away his casual posture, and he asked seriously, "Did you suffer?"

"What's the matter, you guys are not injured, and I didn't hear you screaming, so he probably didn't see anything, why are you so nervous."

Rocker took a step forward and was about to attack, but was grabbed by Torres. She turned her head to look at the sheriff and said suddenly, "You think that Dylan did a good job, and you raised the corner of your mouth, sarcastically, You are mocking us for making a big fuss, you think Dylan did a good job, why?"

The sheriff was silent for a moment and changed the topic, and said to Gordon, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"How about it..." Gordon saw that the sheriff would not reveal the news about Dylan, he looked down at the photos and pondered, "Can you tell us more about this donkey group?"

"Okay, this bearded muscular man is called William. I've already told you that he's the easiest to get along with. He seems to be prone to allergies, or something. He can't take off his clothes, but he can still see that his muscles are beautiful." The sheriff said Take out a photo.

"When he came here to bake something for that girl, he burned his hand. After the treatment, he has been wearing a bandage. He always said that his hand hurts, but I don't think it's a bad thing. He had a hot fight with that beautiful girl."

Looking at the photo, Rhett remembered that Qiu Chengke had said that he was disguised as a muscular man with a beard. He and Morgan looked at each other and confirmed that William was Qiu Chengke.

He didn't take off his clothes, probably because Qiu Chengke didn't have such exaggerated muscles. He stuffed something under the tights to change his original body shape. Qiu Chengke's fingers were long and slender, which didn't match his body, so he found a reasonable excuse Hide your hands.

Torres became restless, and she guessed who was in the photo. She stared at the nervous face to make sure she was right. When the sheriff mentioned these donkey groups, his face revealed The message is to be thankful that all of them are dead.

The sheriff continued to flip through the photos, and he put a photo of a girl on the table, "Here is that girl, it seems to be called Haili, the little girl hasn't said anything to me."

"This is Daniel, this is Gavin, they are brothers." The sheriff said in a rambling manner, pointing to the two men above and said, "Gavin is not very talkative, quite withdrawn, and rarely goes out with other people. I often take pictures everywhere by myself.”

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The priest was sitting on a bench outside the church and reading a book. A man wearing a white mask ran over in a panic. He looked back and forth nervously, and said to the priest with trembling hands, "My...my medicine, I lost it. .”

"Why did you lose the medicine again, Dylan." The priest sighed helplessly, rummaged in his pocket, took out a small pill and handed it over, he kindly stroked Dylan's hair, "lose it again, I won't give any more."

Dilan hid the medicine in his bosom like a baby, bit his fingernails again, and said incoherently, "Someone saw... saw me, saw my medicine, I want... want to go to the shelter."

"Who? Those outsiders?" The priest pondered, "It's okay Dylan, don't be nervous, you don't have to go back to the shelter, those people won't embarrass you, you are the victim, remember, you just take a pill to relieve the pain pain."

Dylan shook his head, and he reached out and pressed his mask, as if he was going to insert the mask into his face.

He rubbed his hands anxiously and muttered, "Go home, go home... take medicine, don't let people see... medicine."

The priest looked away after watching Dylan leave. He returned to the church and took out a mobile phone, but he didn't receive any new news.

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Gordon bid farewell to the police chief, led others, and came to Dylan's house under the leadership of a police officer. The windows were tied with wooden strips and the curtains were drawn inside. They knocked for a long time before the door opened a crack from the inside.

A masked face was poking through the slits, and the officer leaned over him and said, "They're here to ask you something, Dylan, open the door."

The policeman talked for a long time before Dylan opened the door. He shrank in the door cautiously and let them in. He didn't turn on the light and sealed the windows. The whole room looked dark and depressing.

The police officer who came with them moved a chair and sat beside him and began to record. Hu Qi looked at him and asked in a deep voice, "Can't we interrogate alone?"

The police officer asked suspiciously, "Don't you need my help? I remember that the FBI is helping the local police solve the case, isn't it?"

Hu Qi frowned and said nothing, acquiescing to the police officer's behavior.

Dylan poured coffee for them in a hurry, his hands were shaking all the time, and the coffee was spilled everywhere.

Reid next to him couldn't stand it anymore, he opened his mouth hesitantly, stretched out his hand and said, "Or I'll do it."

Dylan suddenly looked up at Rhett, he was wearing a mask, Rhett couldn't see his expression, but he was sure that Dylan was not hostile to him, but Dylan scalded his hand with the coffee pot, he subconsciously whispered With a low cry, he withdrew his hand, but it was not burned, as if it was just a warning to him.

"Yes... sorry, I didn't catch it." Dylan said stammeringly. He sat on the sofa opposite, constantly scratching his fingers, shaking his body back and forth. "Yes, what's the matter?"

"You just peeked in the women's bathroom, didn't you?" Hooch took out the little pill Morgan gave him. "You left this, what is it?"

Dylan muttered in a low voice, his head seemed to fall off, "I don't know, I just went...to say hello."

Gordon stared at Dylan's performance, turned his head to Hu Qi and whispered, "He's taken/drugs, this should be drugs."

Hu Qi nodded, put the photos provided by the sheriff on the table, and continued, "Have you seen them?"

Dylan started scratching at his ear, and he said in a teary voice, "I don't know!"

"You've seen them." Torres said suddenly, and she slammed closer to Dylan and took off his mask.

Dylan screamed and covered his face, fell to the ground and rolled over, screaming incessantly. "Don't burn me—don't burn me, don't burn me!"

"He's mentally disturbed." Torres said, stepping back. "He moves a lot. I can't tell if he's telling a lie. I need to see his face."

Rocker nodded in agreement, "He has been showing anxiety, scratching his ears and counting his fingers, his memory is chaotic, his consciousness may not be clear, and his actions can't reveal much information."

Reid rubbed the back of his hand and looked at Dylan who kept screaming. He said to Al in confusion, "Dylan warned me not to touch him, why?"

"He was burned by a classmate. It's not difficult to understand that he is afraid of being touched by others. What's wrong with you, Rhett?"

Rhett felt that he thought of something, but he couldn't say it, and he suppressed this confusion in his heart.

"You've seen them, where did they go?" After Dylan calmed down a little, Gordon continued to ask.

Dylan, who had stopped screaming, seemed to be frightened again, curled up against the sofa, muttering incessantly, "Don't burn, don't burn..."

Rhett felt as if he had caught something, and he asked again, "Where did they go?"

Dylan clasped the sofa and raised his voice, "Stop! Stop! Don't burn it!"

The author has something to say: Post late every day, sigh.

Chess is a long unit, and there will be short units after it is over, that's it.

And Torres, Al, Garcia, Dr. Foster, all women.

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