I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Reid opened his eyes with a muffled grunt. He was firmly bound by the hemp rope. He struggled, which is a common method used by hunters to bind large prey.

The surroundings are very dark and not much light can penetrate, the ground is cold and damp, it should be a basement.

Rhett vaguely saw a figure lying on the ground not far away, with a thin outline.

He leaned over and whispered to the figure, "Torres?"

"Red?" Torres said suspiciously, "Red is here, why are you so far away from me?"

Rhett was also taken aback, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, "Torres, where are you? Then who is this? Heda special police?"

"Heda is on the pillar." There was a sound of rubbing against the ground in the room, and Torres gasped, probably rubbing in this direction. "It's really dark here. I just lay on the ground and stared at it for a long time before I recognized it."

"Then who is this?" Reid said suspiciously, "There is also a person in front of me, and there are other people here who have been arrested?"

Torres' voice suddenly disappeared, and after a while, she said, "Red... I didn't kick you just now..."

"No, what's the matter?" Reid frowned, trying hard to recognize the figure in front of him in the dark environment.

After a while, the sound of Torres swallowing saliva came from the quiet basement, and her breathing became more and more rough. She said to Rhett, "Red, don't look, come here quickly."

"what happened?"

"Come on, Rhett," Torres whispered with a sigh. "You don't want to know what face you're looking at."

Rhett's body froze. He suddenly remembered the corpses of those donkey friends who had not been found. He coughed twice, rubbed against Torres, and kicked the previous figure inadvertently, and the figure made a muffled sound. .

Reid stopped suddenly, and after a few seconds, he immediately struggled to get to Torres' side, and he felt a little relieved by Torres' body.

He and Torres were speechless, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "So, I was stuck together with a charred corpse just now?"

"Yeah... I kicked the other head." Torres gradually adapted to the darkness. She looked around and saw many figures. She grinned and murmured, "There are probably skeletons."

"Okay okay, Hedda? Hedda, are you okay?" Rhett kicked a pillar on one side, hitting Hedda's foot.

Heda didn't answer. Reid had a bad premonition in his heart. He signaled Torres to be quiet. He moved closer to the pillar and held his breath with Torres.

The room became quiet again. They listened intently, but they couldn't hear Heda's breathing.

Hedda is dead, which is definitely not what Torres and Red want to see.

If Heda is still alive, they can also discuss with Heda how to save themselves. The SWAT police have special training for escape. He can tell them how to use the things around them to cooperate to untie the rope, and he also has experience in dealing with this situation. .

But now that Hedda is dead, it is estimated that Andy realized that Hedda is a time bomb/bomb, and he can't live no matter what.

Torres sighed, lying on the ground, looking around in confusion, but there was only darkness and figures in the darkness.

For a moment, she even suspected that she was blind, otherwise why would she see the same scene when she opened her eyes and closed them.

"Red, I feel very stuffy. Is there less oxygen here?" Torres gasped and said softly, "The ground here is very cold. We didn't find anything suspected of the entrance to the basement in Old Martin's log cabin. We now Is it no longer in old Martin's cabin, so can they still find us?"

"Don't worry about Torres, it's fine." Reid pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid of Torres, you're just a psychological effect. It's too small and too dark here, so you will have an illusion. This place is still ventilated." , feel it."

Torres looked up, feeling the breeze coming from the stairs, mixed with the smell of soil and grass.

"Torres, can you see if you can untie my rope?" Rhett turned his body so that Torres turned his back to him, and rubbed Torres' hand. "Find the knot?"

After groping for a while, Torres replied, "It's a knot, I'll see if I can bite it off..."

Rhett touched the rope with his backhand, feeling that Torres was thinking too much.

Torres tried it, and the mouth was worn out. She said vaguely, "No, maybe the teeth of the mummified body can be worn away?"

"Torres? Torres, please be sober, he might not have teeth." Rhett felt a chill behind him, he turned around, and saw that Torres was actually dawdling to find the mummy closest to her.

"What's the matter with you, Torres?" Reid twisted and bit Torres hard, only to find that Torres was trembling all over.

"I feel like I can't breathe anymore, I feel bad..." Torres' voice was no longer as calm as before, she said with a bit of crying, "I became very strange, I felt so uncomfortable, something was biting me, My head hurts, turn on the light, turn on the light, Rocker! Turn on the light!"

Rhett was stunned, Torres was fine just now, everything happened so suddenly, as if she was sick.

He heard Torres' cries of pain, and remembered Morgan's words in his mind, "The underground shelter in this small town is likely to be producing drugs. '

Because of Qiu Chengke, Reid studied drugs on purpose. Taking drugs once will not lead to immediate addiction, but will only lead to psychological dependence. Torres reacted so violently, probably because he was stimulated by fear, which inspired drug use. Post hallucinations.

Rhett thought about it for a while, and felt that he was in a good state now, and the problem should not be serious. After a while, Torres lost his strength and collapsed on the ground motionless.

Reid pressed against the ground, and suddenly found an interesting thing, the ground is slightly sloping, that is, if you pour oil or roll the oil barrel down from the stairs, it will just roll to them, and then throw a fire , the only way out of the stairs is directly sealed, and they will directly burn here.

Rhett smacked his lips and shivered. He rolled on the ground twice, but found nothing that could untie the rope.

Torres started to make trouble again, which made Rhett upset. He found a dead body and tried to touch his hand. After confirming that it was not realistic to use a dead body to grind a rope, he sighed and simply lay down on the ground with his eyes closed and rested.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, and the flashlight shot down. Reid immediately looked up, the little boy, Martin's grandson, was standing on the stairs with a flashlight.

"Are you awake?" The boy seemed to be in the period of changing his voice, his voice was hoarse as if it was grinding, and it sounded very strange in the quiet basement.

The flashlight was so bright that Rhett couldn't open his eyes. He turned his head to avoid the light and didn't speak.

The boy didn't seem to intend to listen to his answer either. He moved the flashlight and scanned slowly in the basement. Rhett looked along and saw a pile of corpses.

And beside him, a charred corpse was sticking to him.

Rhett who was close seemed to be able to smell the smoke. He moved his body and looked up at the boy leaning on the stairs.

"I'm not here to save you." The boy continued, "I'm here to tell you, I know who you are looking for, Qiu Chengke, right? I heard what the special policeman said. I will bring him over in a while, and he will definitely come. , and you will all die here."

"I don't understand, he obviously saved you, otherwise you would have died in a living sacrifice." Reid raised his head and said in confusion.

The boy was silent for a moment, and said, "No one can save me, just like no one can save Natalie, a child born in a small town, no matter how far he runs, he will never leave the town for the rest of his life, never leave. "

"We are approaching the White King, the game will be over soon!"

"Why do you think so?" The boy raised his voice and let out a piercing growl. "The devil has made the rules of the game. Could it be that when the king is dead, those chess pieces that are still running around will stop committing crimes?"

"What do you mean?" Rhett said in a low voice, "What do you know?"

"When the king is gone, there are no rules, and there are no restrictions on the chess pieces. They can do whatever they want. If they want to commit crimes, how can they become good people because of the death of the king?" The boy put away the flashlight and walked indoors. It was dark again, with only a faint light coming through the door,

"There is only one way for me to leave the town, and that is to truly become a person in this town. I'm here to tell you this just because I think William is a good man. He really wants to take me away and give me a new life. , he trusted me, but I made a mistake, but I don't regret it."

After the boy finished speaking, he walked up the stairs. A few minutes later, he dragged an oil drum over. He took one last look at Rhett, followed the stairs, and poured the oil down.

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Natalie looked at Dr. Foster, pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, her face was pale, and her eye circles were red.

"What Natalie are you hesitating about?" Dr. Foster pressed Natalie's shoulder and said softly, "You are obviously very guilty, you love Grace very much, you already have a brand new life, you don't have to Listen to those people, why do you still do things for them?"

The smile on Natalie's face has become distorted. She frowned tightly and bit her lips tightly. Before Dr. Foster spoke again, she shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I It has to be done."

"No one can hurt you, you are safe."

"I don't know, but I have to, it's the right thing to do!"

She took a deep breath, glanced at Dr. Foster's back and her pupils suddenly dilated, she quickly retracted, and repeated with a deliberately emphatic tone, "What I did was right, I did the right thing, sometimes, just need to Some sacrifices, revolutions in history are like this."

"But it's not a revolution, my Natalie, how can you be right about your attempted murder, your bomb/bomb, your attempted terrorist attack." Dr. Foster is sure Natalie is telling the truth, Natalie That's what Li thought. She could see that Natalie was not born this way, but was psychologically suggested over and over again, which made her cognitively distorted since she was a child.

Moreover, Natalie's pupils dilated just now, which was an expression of fear. Dr. Foster turned her head and saw only the police and onlookers outside the blockade. She looked at the crowd suspiciously, what Natalie saw just now.

"You don't need to get involved." Natalie pushed Dr. Foster and said in a low voice, "Get out of here, stay far away, I don't know when I will blow up."

"I can help you, they can help you." Dr. Foster looked sideways at the bomb disposal team that was about to come in from outside the cordon, and Dr. Letterman who rushed over was stopping them, one by one. Make sure they don't turn back halfway.

A few minutes later, several armed men came over. Yang pushed out the cordon. After watching outside for a while, he suddenly turned his head and stared at a place. He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and left quickly.

"Don't come here!" Natalie screamed, "Stay away from me, I will blow up, I will blow up anytime!" She pushed Dr. Foster away and backed away.

"Natalie, it's okay. You put down your schoolbag and let them deal with it. There's enough time." Dr. Foster leaned forward and comforted her softly. Dr. Letterman ran over over the cordon and handed her the phone , "Gris woke up, she called."

Dr. Foster approached Natalie. This time Natalie did not refuse. She took the phone, squatted on the ground, and listened quietly to Grace.

Grace was only briefly awake after the operation, and within a few minutes she couldn't speak. Natalie held the hung up phone, stunned for a long time, and finally took off the schoolbag tremblingly.

"Help me, save me, doctor!" Natalie cried and stretched out her hand to Dr. Foster, and said in a trembling voice, "I regret it, save me! I want to go home... I want Grace..."

Dr. Foster hurried over, pulled Natalie into his arms and hugged her out of the cordon, and several bomb disposal experts surrounded Natalie's schoolbag.

Natalie choked on Dr. Foster's neck and said, "I don't want to die. I shouldn't stab Grace with a knife, but I have to do it. That's my task. I have to listen to her."

Dr. Foster and Dr. Letterman looked at each other and confirmed that Natalie had indeed been forcibly instilled with wrong cognition. She must have seen some impressive scenes that made her subconsciously choose to obey the king's orders unconditionally .

"Natalie, do you know who the White Queen is?" Dr. Letterman immediately asked after carrying Natalie into the car. Foster gave him an accusing look, but did not stop him.

Natalie was wearing a blanket and looked at Dr. Letterman with a struggle and fear expression on her face. Foster hugged her and held her tightly in his arms. Natalie seemed to feel safe in her arms , She was silent for a while, and said, "I have never seen Queen Bai, he has been wearing a mask, his hair is very white, and there are many wrinkles on his hands..."

Natalie's words suddenly stopped, her breathing became short of breath, and her hand holding Foster began to tighten, "I seem to see someone I know just now."

"Where is he?"

"he left."

"Are you sure who he is?" Dr. Letterman asked, staring at Natalie's face. "Is he White?"

"I don't know, I always feel like I've seen him before, and he just made a boo gesture to me in the crowd." Natalie said with gestures, "I don't know what to do, I'm too young, It's always them who come to me."

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Gordon and the others rushed to the cabin. Old Martin was still sitting on the sofa, drinking his coffee. The house was clean without any traces.

The little boy pushed the door open and came in. Morgan's nose moved, and he smelled the smell of gasoline from the boy.

"What are you doing?" Morgan asked the boy, narrowing his eyes.

The boy looked at Morgan, his eyes were dark and lifeless, and he said in a calm voice, "I'll go and fill the car. Grandpa has a car."

After speaking, he shook off Morgan's hand and walked upstairs on his own.

"Two of our agents lost contact with you. What's your explanation?" Hu Qi walked to the sofa, rubbed his fingers against the sofa, and looked at the sofa seat with his eyes.

"How would I know, you come to my little house every three days to look for this and that, and now you're missing me, and you're still blaming me." Old Martin put down his coffee cup and sighed, "My old bones can't stand the toss."

"You're lying." Rocker walked to the old Martin and said, "You know where they are, you said so much just to change the subject, you are delaying time? Why?"

Old Martin's brows twitched. He put down his coffee and opened his mouth to speak, but Rocker immediately said, "You're going to start sophistry. A lie needs many lies to make it back. Wait, what are you nervous about?"

Rocker chopped off his feet, he walked slowly on the ground, his eyes fixed on the expression of old Martin, and when he saw Old Martin pick up the coffee cup again, Rocker stopped.

He squatted on the ground and groped for the place he had just walked. He took out the small key and poked it in the crack of the floor, lifting a small piece of floor. He reached in and took out a watch.

"Wow, look what I found." Locker said, "Torres's watch, her new Omega, has blood marks on the side strap. You keep it because you want to sell it for some money."

Ryan raised his gun and pointed at Old Martin, and said in a deep voice, "Now, tell us where you hid the two agents."

Old Martin smacked his lips and laughed twice, "You want to know?"

"Say!"

"You don't want to know for the rest of your life." Old Martin leaned on the sofa and said with a sullen face, "If you have the ability to kill me, I won't tell you if you kill me."

Gordon walked back and forth in the house, but Andy is a regular special police officer, he is good at dealing with traces, and there is no clue in this wooden house.

Ryan was afraid to disturb their thinking, so he handcuffed old Martin and gagged him.

Al and Rocker went to the second floor to ask the little boy, but there was no result. Gordon thought for a while and called Qiu Chengke.

The phone was connected quickly, and Qiu Chengke's heavy panting came from inside, "Hello? Agent Gordon?"

"What's wrong with you?" Gordon asked suspiciously.

"Well, you know, Dylan is a drug addict, so when I pretended to be Dylan, I took some drugs in front of the priest and successfully relapsed." Qiu Chengke coughed twice and continued, "But I still have a little harvest, for example, the priest didn’t know that Dylan was pretending to be stupid, so he is not a white elephant, and the real missionary is someone else..."

Qiu Chengke's voice suddenly stopped, and after a long while, he lowered his voice and whispered, "I may not be able to join you for a short time. There is a person who has been behind me a few minutes ago. He should want to catch me."

After Qiu Chengke finished speaking, there was a gunshot on the phone, and then the phone was hung up.

The two special police officers who stayed in the cabin looked at each other, and looked at the gun in their hands in unison.

Ryan said with a dark face, "It's Andy."