I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

They did not dare to take the prostitute Streisand to the nearby police station. When there is no cross-state case or major case, FBI agents cannot intervene in the local police operations, and as a BAU, they need to receive approval from the higher authorities to be able to do so. Conduct an investigation.

Therefore, Reid must prove that a murder did occur here before the local police found out, so that he can investigate openly, and apply for technical support and the assistance of the local police to share resources.

Qiu Chengke found them a relatively safe small underground warehouse to interrogate Streisand. Strictly speaking, this was an act of ultra vires.

Qiu Chengke stood guard at the door. The sound insulation here is very good, and no one will hear the voices of the people inside.

Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping at Xiao Tianxin's feet, was already familiar with him. Qiu Chengke leaned against the door, unconsciously rubbing his knuckles, closed his eyes, and sighed slowly.

He originally wanted to marry a gentle and kind Miss Yunmeng who was very good at fighting. After coming here, without Sister Yunmeng, he planned to die alone. The nursing home has been set up. Now it seems that the nursing home may not be needed. .

Qiu Chengke played with the dagger, leaned against the door and fell asleep, and suddenly felt a cold gaze like a poisonous snake staring at him.

Qiu Chengke's eyes flickered, and he suddenly pulled out his spare dagger and threw it in the direction of his sight.

A cry of pain came from not far away, and a man walked over with his hands on his shoulders. He pointed a gun at Qiu Chengke and said loudly, "Who are you!"

"Who are you?" Qiu Chengke narrowed his eyes and said coldly. He hated this person, instinctively.

The door behind him opened, and Reid poked his head out and said, "We've finished asking, Qiu Cheng...Ke? What's the matter?"

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Reid held his hand/gun vigilantly. After seeing the face of the person confronting Qiu Chengke, Reid was stunned, and called out in surprise, "Bud?"

"Red?" The man was stunned briefly, and then said cheerfully, "Long time no see, how are you doing?"

"Fortunately, it's still leisure." Reid put away his gun, and walked to Qiu Chengke to signal him not to be nervous. He introduced, "This is Qiu Chengke, a Chinese-American, my friend...uh..."

Reid looked at Qiu Chengke and added, "Very important friend. This is Agent Bud, Bud Frank."

"I'm a former secret agent, and now I'm a private detective." The man extended his hand generously to shake Qiu Chengke's hand to express his friendliness, and said sincerely, "You are really good at swinging a dagger like a legendary martial arts master."

"Thank you." Qiu Chengke held the man's warm hand, looked at the man's frank expression, he blinked in confusion, he didn't hate this man as much as before.

But when he felt it carefully, he felt that this man just put on a beautiful disguise for himself, giving him the feeling that he once had a relationship with Yuan Suiyun of Wuzheng Villa.

"This is Eli Rocker." Reid continued.

Qiu Chengke turned his head to look at Rocker's expression, but Rocker didn't show any abnormalities. Rocker seemed to be an acquaintance of Bud, and he said in surprise, "Hi! Bud, when did you come back from France!"

"Two months ago, someone hired me at a high price." Bud held Rocker's hand and bumped into Rocker's shoulders.

"You know each other?" Rhett asked suspiciously.

"Oh, of course, Bud is an excellent polygraph expert. He also tutored me when I was an intern." Rocker carefully touched Bud's injured shoulder, "This familiar wound, Qiu Chengke hit it?"

"Yeah." Bud said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, I hid quickly, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see it."

"Don't peek at Qiu Chengke, he is very vigilant, you are only scratched, which is already considered lucky." Rocker said casually, "How about the big order you took?"

"It has been resolved, and now I am making a small list." Bud said with a smile: "A very easy small list, at least for now."

Seeing the performance of Rocker and Reid, Qiu Chengke began to wonder if his intuition had gone wrong. He hesitated for a moment, smiled friendlyly at Bud, and believed him temporarily.

Taking advantage of the gap between Rocker and Bud's greetings, Reid folded his arms and tilted his head to whisper to Qiu Chengke, "Bud was once a very good FBI agent, but he had to quit because of physical problems, and he is still an excellent agent." Profiler, good at recreating crime scenes, if not for that accident, he would be a member of BAU by now."

Qiu Chengke didn't seem to hear clearly, he moved two steps closer to Rhett, he didn't stop until he could feel Rhett's breathing, and slightly turned his head and said, "What's the accident?"

"He was carrying out an operation to assist the police in rescuing hostages two years ago. He made a wrong prediction and accidentally injured a passerby." Reid pursed his lips and frowned.

"It's just a superficial injury, but a few reporters at the scene exaggerated the facts. He was involved in a lawsuit. The lawsuit was very miserable back then, and he was dismissed. It's a pity that he could have exuded a difference in his post. At that time, he was forced to seek asylum in Europe."

Qiu Chengke nodded in agreement, he can understand this situation, a junior junior sister Yunmeng he met in Chu Liuxiang World, has been doing free clinics among the people since she graduated from the teacher.

Later, she met a patient with an incurable disease. She took a gamble, but that person was still not saved. When he received the news and rushed over, the little junior sister had already been forced to commit suicide by the townspeople. Sorry.

"What are you guys busy with?" Bud took out a small can of alcohol cotton balls from his backpack, and said to Locker while treating his wound.

Locker looked at Rhett, Rhett didn't speak, and Bud gave a long cry, "Are you investigating something privately? It's not the one instructed above, huh? I can see it."

"Don't lie to me Bud, it gives me the illusion of being crushed, obviously you are similar to me." Rocker shrugged and spread his hands helplessly, "You are right, we are indeed investigating something , but it's a secret."

Bud looked back around, and suddenly approached Rocker, lowering his voice, "Is it about the missing persons case?"

"Why, are you investigating this too?" Rocker asked suspiciously.

"There are two little boys." Bud replied, "The little list I just mentioned is this, but it's not really missing. They've only been missing for a few hours, but their parents are like crazy."

Speaking of Bad Nunu, he laughed at himself, "You know, the police don't care if it's just missing for a few hours, but the detectives are different. They do everything. To tell you the truth, the reason I came back from France is just Because a rich woman thinks that the little boy she kept in captivity has someone outside, and the price she offers is high, and she has a wide network, if I don’t accept orders from her, I may not be able to get along in the United States in the future.”

"Bud..." Rhett whispered.

"But the salary is really high, and I live a pretty chic life." Bud said in a relaxed manner, but sadness flashed across his face.

He paused, then continued, "Aren't you also checking those two children?"

"No, the person we lost here was a prostitute." Locker said, looking at Bud's face habitually, but didn't find anything unusual.

Rocker vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but Bud had already recovered his calm, so he didn't care too much.

"It's very inconvenient for you to act in West Virginia." Bud bypassed the previous topic, "After all, you have identity issues, agents or something, you can join me, detectives have certain investigative powers, and I and the police station here The relationship is pretty good."

Rocker and Rhett looked at each other, and Rhett looked at Qiu Cheng...Ke, Qiu Chengke pondered for a moment and said, "Will this delay your work?"

"Of course not." Bud blinked mischievously, "Is there anything more important than friends, and who said that our case can't be carried out together, come on, bring your clues, let's go to the police station to fool around Those little policemen must know more about this area than we do."

Qiu Chengke took a deep look at Bud, went back to the underground warehouse and brought Streisand up, preparing to send her to the police station for custody.

"Does she know anything?" Bud looked at Streisand, who was flashy, and said to Rhett.

Just as Reid was about to answer, Qiu Chengke, who was very close to him, suddenly reached out and touched his lower back. Reid froze, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and he organized his words quickly. Finally, he selectively answered, " In order to get revenge on Valita, Streisand pushed one of her extremely risky orders to Valita, and then lied to her that this is a good opportunity to get rich. "

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"Where did Rhett go?" Morgan stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth, turned the swivel chair and asked Al.

"I went to find Qiu Chengke in West Virginia." Al tidied up the table and replied casually. "Rocker went with him, and the three of them always get along."

"Yeah, we often sleep together." Morgan muttered, flipping through the latest documents. "Recently, it's been really peaceful. There are some abnormalities in the peace. They are all cases of fires, car accidents, and missing persons."

"It's better than a murder, but we're going to be out of a job if it goes on like this," Morgan joked.

JJ walked in with three or four large files, she knocked on the door and said, "Dr. Letterman found an interesting suspect."

As he said that, JJ put the information on the table, and Morgan opened it and looked at it. It was a beautiful woman.

"She didn't commit a crime, at least not so far." JJ continued, recalling Dr. Letterman's words, "but she was always nervous, even when Dr. Letterman was interrogating other people, she was very scared, so Dr. Dr. Foster interrogated her by the way."

"What did the trial find?" Al asked.

"An organization, a great collector."

The author has something to say: Good night... sleepy=_=