I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

JJ put the file on the desktop, Morgan leaned forward and picked up a copy, flipped through it, frowned and asked, "Great collector?"

"Collectors who use living people to make various things." JJ said uncomfortably, "It's as cruel as some punishments during the slavery period."

"Rather than saying that the 'Great Collector' is an underground organization, it is more like a shady underground club." Al took the interrogation results given by Dr. Letterman and said in a deep voice, "A gathering of perverted killers Land, a carnival feast for lunatics who enjoy collecting human bodies."

"Human Pi Thangka, Doll Master, Picasso, Pharaoh..." Morgan read the names on it. "If these code names really represent their collecting hobbies, it would be too shocking. What is the significance of doing so?"

"It's hard to say, the best way to say it is that it's just a devil's personal hobby." Al pursed her lips tightly, with disgust flashing in her eyes, and she clasped the document unnaturally with her fingers Seems a little annoyed.

"You have already thought of the worst possibility. This is a trading activity." Morgan instantly understood what Al meant, and he said in a deep voice, "Just talking about human skin thangka, human skin thangka is a kind of cultural art It was originally an offering used by Tibetan Tantra to summon gods, and government officials once accepted gifts from lamas, and there are rumors that even the Nobel Peace Prize Committee once accepted human skin and bone products.”

After speaking, Morgan took a deep breath, and pondered, "What I want to say is that this is very likely an underground exchange, trading human skin and bone products."

"Don't be so pessimistic." JJ forced a smile and said, "Pithangkas that are not authentic are actually not particularly valuable."

"There was once a human pithangka that was auctioned for 20 US dollars, which shows that there is indeed a market for human pithangka." Morgan looked at JJ, "It was originally the epitome of brutal slavery, but it won a group of self-proclaimed free people/democrats. People welcome."

Al looked at a few pictures on the document, above was a photo of the human Pitangka found by Dr. Letterman in the woman's private villa, and there was no traditional painting of the Tibetan gods on it, but a representative with a holy unicorn portrait.

"What's going on?" Al asked suspiciously.

JJ shook his head, indicating that Dr. Letterman didn't say anything. A few minutes later, Gordon and Hu Qi pushed the door and walked in. Hu Qi's face was slightly gloomy, and he said coldly, "Did you also see the message from Dr. Letterman. "

"Well, I'm watching."

"He just received new news." Hu Qi put a small dozen documents on the table, "There is a collector code-named 'Human Pitangka', and his Human Pitangka can be customized. What I want is only human skin paintings, that is to say, the big collector is basically an underground trading house, a trading house for living human products."

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"We can send Streisand to the nearby police station first, and then look for other clues." Bud flicked a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, but it hit the tip of his nose and fell to the ground, and he couldn't find it.Bud rolled his eyes and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"The police can provide a lot of clues. Maybe. If they want to talk." Bud sighed loudly.Said dissatisfied. "Many times the police hide and hide, because of trouble, disgrace, bad social influence and other random reasons. My case has reached the standard of filing a case, and the application for filing a case has been successful, but the search they launched seems to be responding to the report. family."

Reid was stunned for a moment, and he said seriously, "If the police didn't really conduct a search, it would be the police's dereliction of duty, a serious dereliction of duty."

"Who says it's not?" Bud let go of the steering wheel and gestured, "You know, there are a lot of cases of missing children every year. After spending a lot of manpower and material resources, it turns out that it was just a false alarm. It's all numb."

"There are things where regulation is one thing and execution is another, like us," Bud joked. "We're overloaded, right, Streisand."

Streisand, who was leaning against the car door and sandwiched between Qiu Chengke's two doors, stared angrily at Bud's seat back, and snorted coldly, "It's better to kill you moldy toothpicks."

Qiu Chengke reacted for a while, and gave Streisand a warning, Streisand turned her head away, and deliberately made the handcuffs rattle.

Little Sweetheart, who was sleeping in Qiu Chengke's arms, trembled with fright, Qiu Chengke raised his brows incredulously, and yelled at Streisand again.

Rhett ignored Streisand. He opened his mouth to refute Bud's words, but he didn't know how to refute. Every year, the state police departments receive at least a thousand cases of missing children, but only a few of them actually happen.

He was silent for a moment, and tentatively asked, "What is the specific order you received?"

"Little Tommy's mother hired me." Bud didn't care about Rhett's abruptness. He said while driving, "Her son, Little Tommy, is lost. She firmly believes that her son was kidnapped. She wants me to find him. Or find evidence that he's been kidnapped or is in danger."

"She wants to activate Amber Alert?" Rhett pondered.

Rocker grinned and whispered, "It's Amber Alert again."

"Obviously so." Bud shrugged helplessly, "Almost every American parent thinks of activating Amber Alert as soon as they lose their child. If Amber Alert is activated as long as the child cannot be found, this bill will be repealed sooner or later. If there are too many wolves howling, the bill will lose its original function."

"He emptied his little piggy bank and stole his mother's money." Bud leaned back and tilted his head from time to time, wanting to see other people's reactions. He just ran away from home, his mother is simply terrible, and he has made a lot of arrangements for his life."

Reid nodded, and said to Qiu Chengke, who didn't know why, "One year, the police issued more than 200 Amber Alerts, and as a result, less than 30.00% of the children were really in danger, and most of them could be spent By that time, the Amber Alert had become a joke, like a wolf coming."

After finishing speaking, Reid was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly murmured, "If Little Tommy's disappearance really meets the criteria for activating the Amber Alert, then we can also apply for intervention as the FBI to assist in the investigation, as long as we find evidence to prove that he in danger."

"Calm down Rhett." Bud turned on the car radio, which played pop songs, and he continued, "Little Tommy probably ran away from home, and teamed up with his little friend Abel to go to the distance of freedom, and then After a few days, I spent all my money and ran home in disgrace."

Qiu Chengke narrowed his eyes, maintained the most aggressive posture, and asked softly, "It seems that you have already determined that they just ran away from home."

Qiu Chengke's tone was not bad, but it was definitely not good either. Reid looked over suspiciously and saw the hostility hidden in Qiu Chengke's expression.

It is not a good thing to make Qiu Chengke hostile. In the chess game case, Qiu Chengke has proved by facts that none of the people he hates is innocent.

Rhett became vigilant subconsciously. He frowned and looked at Bud in the driver's seat. He didn't find anything wrong with Bud. He was not much different from two years ago. Rhett looked at Rocker again, and Rocker's face was short. There was a flash of confusion, but it disappeared quickly.

Rhett can be sure that Bud two years ago was indeed a good person upright to some extremes. As for now, Rhett dare not draw conclusions. Many things can happen and change in two years.

"Of course, although it's not completely accurate, it can almost be guessed that they just ran away from home or played crazy." Bud still looked familiar to them, and he said relaxedly, "Believe me, I haven't seen this kind of thing in the past two years." In addition, there is not much population/trading market in the United States, there are almost no human traffickers, and the possibility of being trafficked is not high, and the family members of Little Tommy and Little Abel have not received any blackmail letters from the robbers so far."

"There may also be an accident." Rocker said, "Drowning or something."

"Oh, come on, there are no rivers or reservoirs within 5 kilometers of their homes." Bud parked the car in the parking lot near the police station, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, "Let's go, let's go to the police station for a few laps .”

Just as Reid was about to speak, his phone vibrated suddenly. It was an email. The latest case, the underground exchange of living artifacts, a big collector, has been reported and approved, and immediately began to assist in the investigation.

"I might have to leave." Reid put away his phone and said apologetically, "Assemble urgently, there is a new case."

Qiu Chengke frowned, sighed softly and said softly, "It's okay, I was the one who brought you here, you go back first, I'll be with Rocker."

"Yes, I'm fine, I don't need to go back, Dr. Letterman didn't call me!" Rocker looked at his phone and said, "Oh, they don't need me to be there yet."

"Think about it, what if they simply forget that you are still there." Bud whistled and joked. "Right, curly-haired little guy."

"Come on, Bud, your mouth is still as bad as before, I'm sad, and only beautiful women can call me that, my curly hair is naturally much better than yours." Rocker pretended to collapse on the chair : "Now I'm hurt by your vicious language, I need you to help me into the police station."

Reid didn't pay attention to Rocker, he opened the car door, and said to the people in the car, "BAU will have a special plane to pick me up, and I need to leave now." He turned his head at Qiu Chengke and got out of the car first.

After Rocker nodded, he continued to argue with Bud. Qiu Chengke put the little sweetheart on the car seat and followed Rhett. Rhett."

"What's wrong with you, Qiu Chengke." Rhett asked softly, "You hate Bud?"

"Before he saw you, he looked at me with a very cold look, but I don't hate him, but I just feel uncomfortable." Qiu Chengke considered his words, "I'm sure I don't feel wrong, but I feel It disappeared quickly, and Rocker didn't seem to notice anything unusual."

Reid pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn't see any problem with him, but your intuition is very accurate, so consider carefully. I will investigate Bud when I go back. If there is any abnormality, I will notify you."

"Well, be careful." Qiu Chengke pressed Reid's shoulder.

Reid's expression softened. He looked at Qiu Chengke, who was a little shorter than himself but very fierce in fights, and suddenly boldly asked, "I want to know your secret, Qiu."

"Not even Cheng Ke?" Qiu Chengke said with a smile.

"Okay, Cheng Ke." Reid said seriously, with a nervous look on his face, "When will you...will tell me the secret...that's what you said before."

Qiu Chengke took a deep breath, leaned closer to Reid, pressed against his forehead, and gently touched the tip of his nose.

After pulling away, Reid touched his nose and asked in doubt, "The way of greeting of the Maori people?"

"No, Rhett." Qiu Chengke said softly, "I'm just embarrassed to kiss your cheek, be careful, Rhett."

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