I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Dr. Letterman squatted on the ground with a dark face, and in front of him was an empty shell of a time bomb. He glanced at Dr. Foster who rushed over, and took out a piece of paper from the shell, which read,' Are you afraid?'

"What exactly are they trying to do?" Dr. Foster asked puzzledly, "Threatening you but not killing you, making it so complicated just to scare you?"

"Let the staff gather, and we'll take a polygraph test one by one." Dr. Letterman said coldly.

"Is there something wrong with our employees?" Dr. Foster said suspiciously. "These people know some lie detectors. If someone has a problem, they can feel it themselves."

"It's because they all know some polygraphs, but they can only do some polygraphs." Dr. Lightman put the note in his pocket and stood up with the empty casing of the timer/bomb/bomb. "They can find out with the aid of instruments The problem is that you can’t just look at it.”

The commotion here has already attracted a group of people to watch. Dr. Letterman glanced across the crowd, and suddenly stopped when he saw Jozina. He stared at Jozina's expression, and said in a deep voice, "Are you afraid? No, no Fear, just hesitating, what are you hesitating about?"

He waved his hand, and the security guards drove away other onlookers. Jozina looked around. There were no windows in the lounge, which was a relatively safe space.

Jozina pursed her lips, and waited for everyone to go out before she breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "I really don't know who would do such a thing, let's drop a bomb."

Dr. Letterman waited quietly until Josina's mood eased, and he continued to ask, "What do you know?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure if it's related to me." Jozina said hesitantly, "But, strange things did happen recently."

"What's the matter?" Dr. Foster walked up to her and said reassuringly, "Don't worry about Josina, it's safe here."

Jozina nodded. She took Dr. Foster's hand and whispered, "A grandma near my house seems to be crazy. When I passed by her house, I saw from the window that she was talking to the doll."

"Doll?" Dr. Letterman walked into Josina, staring at her expression.

"A very delicate doll." Jozina recalled, "She probably hasn't finished sewing, and there are still a few on the bed."

"What are you afraid of, Jozina." Dr. Letterman couldn't hear anything wrong with what she said, but Jozina's expression did represent fear.

Jozina shook her head in confusion, "I don't know."

After Josina left, Dr. Foster folded his arms, frowned, and said to Dr. Letterman, "When she mentioned the doll, the temperature of her hands dropped rapidly. She was afraid, she was terrified, What is she afraid of the doll?"

"She couldn't express what she was afraid of." Dr. Letterman mused, "Because she was not frightened by something specific, but was affected by the environment, the fan, the corridor with the locked door, the sudden Flickering lights, there are many environments that can often bring a strong sense of panic.”

"The person who sent this threatening letter didn't seem to want to kill Jozina, but he seemed to want to protect her. He had many opportunities to kill Jozina, but he sent Jozina to us instead." Dr. Letterman paused, looking To the empty shell in his hand, he mused, "It seems that we are not the only ones who want to deal with big collectors."

"Could it have been done by Qiu Chengke?" Dr. Foster said.

"He doesn't have to go that hard to contact us, it's someone else." Dr. Letterman replied, "This kind of oblique way of prompting, he is testing whether we are qualified to be his partners, or... testing us Can you trust it?"

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It was snowing in Minnesota, and Rhett didn't bring enough clothes. He rubbed his hands and exhaled white breath.

Rocker thrust his hand into Rhett's clothes, making Rhett shiver with cold.

"Rockel!" Rhett tugged Rocker, who had a playful smile on his face. Rocker giggled, rubbed his belly twice, and joked, "Red, you have a belly."

"I'm just saving meat, and I plan to turn them into abdominal muscles in a few days." Rhett smacked his lips and took a step back to avoid Rocker's hand.

Hu Qi watched from the side, and felt that Reid had become much more lively since he had the nourishment of love and friendship. Although he was still prone to nervousness and shyness, he could at least let go.

Hu Qi recalled the way Qiu Chengke and Rhett got along. Qiu Chengke seemed to be happy to listen to what Rhett said. No matter what Rhett said, Qiu Chengke always listened carefully. I have to say, that appearance is really pleasing .

Hu Qi and Gordon talked about this issue in private. It started when Reid gave Qiu Chengke a bouquet of flowers in the corner of the bed in the case of the headless female corpse. Rhett was stunned for a while, and when Qiu Chengke was mentioned, his eyes began to shine. At that time, Hu Qi felt that Rhett couldn't run away.

"I have informed the police to count the situation of the elderly living alone nearby, and try to find his target before the murderer commits the crime." Hu Qi fastened his seat belt and said to Gordon on the phone, "We are now facing two murderers , someone else killed Berg."

"We found some interesting things in the police files." Gordon flipped through the two documents in front of him and said, "Berg's grandmother suddenly became very generous in the past six months. She bought Berg the latest game console. , got a new set of teeth, and every once in a while, she will deposit a sum of money in the bank. It was a surprise, a windfall."

"Drugs, arms, theft, gambling, none of them are good." Hu Qi took the hamburger from Reid and continued, "She didn't buy a lottery ticket, and she hasn't received government subsidies recently, saying yes The ill-gotten gains are almost the same, can you find out what unusual behavior she has done recently?"

"There is no surveillance there, and no one knows who she has been in contact with. Now the focus is on the serial arsonist." Gordon looked out the door, and a policeman waved to him at the door, signaling him to come over.

Gordon nodded, and said in a low voice, "The police found a person who fits the profile, a 17-year-old juvenile offender who was arrested for arson before. They brought him here. Come back after you're done."

Rhett ate a cold hamburger, which was barely a dinner. It might last all night today. He touched Rocker's pocket and brought back his instant coffee.

"November 11th, where were you at 30:23 in the evening, Kent," Gordon asked the 25-year-old boy opposite, propping himself up.

"Of course that spot is sleeping!" Kent argued loudly, one shoulder twitching, his upper lip turned up slightly.

"He's lying." Torres said to Al, standing outside the interrogation room with arms folded.

A few minutes later, Gordon came out of the interrogation room. He looked at Torres and said, "He does have a tendency to set fire, but he is not the murderer."

"Touched my nose, and then moved my hand under my brow bone." Torres pointed to his face and said, "When you asked about that time period, his face showed obvious concealment and shame. , When he saw the picture of the fire you released, his expression was very excited. But when he saw the picture of the victim, Kent pursed his mouth, wrinkled his forehead, and narrowed his eyes in sympathy."

Torres looked at Kent in the interrogation room, "When the murderer saw the photo of the victim, he might show disgust, contempt, fear, but definitely not sympathy. Kent is not a murderer, he is just an ordinary boy with a rebellious heart. Playing around..."

Before Torres could finish his sentence, a policeman ran over. He opened the door and said nervously, "An old house on Randolph Avenue is on fire. The owner is a retired veteran."

"It's not far from here." Gordon reacted in a few seconds and walked out quickly, "Torres, you stay there, there must be surveillance on that section of the road, adjust the surveillance, the arsonist will return to the scene of the fire to watch the results, the surveillance must have captured it murderer."

Gordon and Al left directly in the police car, while Torres stayed alone in the monitoring room, nervously looking for suspicious characters on several monitoring screens.

The fire did not happen in a remote place this time. There were still some residents near Randolph Street. Torres saw a small red car parked on the side of the road. Sharon, a fat woman, got out of the car. She threw her arms and squeezed into the crowd. At the front, I looked at it with relish for a while, then squeezed out again, squatting on the side of the road panting for a long time.

It wasn't until she walked back to her little red car that Torres looked back. She really wanted to include Sharon in the list of suspects, but her body size was really not suitable for arson and murder.

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After receiving the news of the new murder, Hu Qi turned directly to Randolph Street. When he came, the fire had stopped. The retired veteran had learned a lot in the army, and the firefighters rescued the disgraced veteran. , the old man finished the military salute, patted the ashes, and was still alive and kicking.

He spoke righteously into the reporter's microphone, expressing his feelings, and humiliated the murderer severely.

Gordon was standing not far away. After hearing what the veteran said, he immediately looked at the crowd nearby, and at the same time pressed the headset and said to Torres, "He failed. The most emotional changes in the crowd, the most angry is murderer."

"200 meters away from you, there is a white male with brown hair, about 23 years old, wearing a gray top and jeans, and carrying a sports backpack." Torres quickly tapped the keyboard, expanding the face on the screen, and continued, "He Eyes wide open, body leaning back, fear, cheeks raised, nose up, anger, only a murderer would have this expression, grab him."

Gordon quickly found his target in the crowd. He strode over and squeezed into the crowd. The man seemed to realize that he had been spotted.

He grabbed the old man beside him, Al who was trying to grab him, turned around and ran out of the crowd.

"Grab him!" Gordon shouted through the crowd. "The red car ahead! Stop him!"

Gordon just yelled casually. Unexpectedly, the owner of the red car really got out of the car. Sharon, who had met him once, hugged the man who wanted to escape, and buried him in her chest. Gordon, who was chasing after him, said loudly, "I caught him!"

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