I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Little Abel was dragged back to the car, he huddled on the seat, looked at Aldrich with blank eyes, before Aldrich noticed his gaze, he secretly stuffed the little thing that Qiu Chengke gave him, and forced it into the crevice of the seat.

Immediately afterwards, little Abel buried his face in the seat, blocking the wider gap.

Aldridge glanced at Little Abel's movements, as if he didn't see it, he squinted his eyes and looked away, his hands kept groping on Little Abel, as if he was looking for something.

"Nothing, it's clean." Aldridge said to the black male sitting in the driver's seat, shaking little Abel's clothes again, and said calmly, "His spirit is weak, and his clothes are too thin. Sickness is not easy to deal with."

"It makes sense, you cover him with a blanket in the black bag at the back." The black man looked back and said.

Little Abel was motionless, he swayed along with the car, and after a long while, Aldrich heard him softly say "Mom...help me...",

Aldridge sneered, and continued to turn his gaze back to the computer screen, the scenery outside the window moved rapidly.

Aldridge listened to little Abel's soft sobbing, he was silent for a long time, then quietly put his hand into the blanket, shook little Abel's cold little hands, and warmed them.

The black man who had been expressionless before turned his head and smiled at Aldrich, "Lawrence, you are too cautious."

"The Chess that we have traded with us once or twice has been destroyed by that group of people, which is enough to show that their abilities are strong, and they are now targeting us in Minnesota. We should always be careful." Aldridge concealed Withdrawing his hand, a smirk appeared on his face, and he said absently, "Our business is not visible, but we must hide it."

The black man smiled, not paying attention to Aldrich's perfunctory, he pressed the headset, waiting for the people inside to give orders, and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Aldrich kept typing on the keyboard and took a sip of Starbucks as if nothing had happened, but his breathing became slightly heavier, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

As if it was freezing, he moved his icy fingers a few times, breathed out at them, and rubbed them uncomfortably. When he raised his head, he happened to meet his own image in the rearview mirror.

Aldrich's eyes widened slightly, he took a deep breath, and then immediately restrained himself and forcibly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened, only his fingers typing on the keyboard trembled uncontrollably.

He could vaguely hear one or two voices coming out of the earphones of the black man in the co-pilot, like a fatal spell, and fear was like the cold night wind in winter, eroding him step by step.

"Lawrence, is your gun oiled?" The black man suddenly turned his head and asked, his eyes resting on Aldrich, with a half-smile on his face.

"Not yet." Aldrich was stunned by the sudden voice, and he looked directly at himself in the rearview mirror, trying to see if there was any flaw in his expression.

"Give it to me. I'll go back later, and I'll help you get it in order to prevent it from being unusable." The black man said enthusiastically, "The auction is very important. We must ensure that there will be no problems with the equipment."

Aldridge let out a breath of white air, he pursed his lips, and said flatly, "Let's go back and talk about it."

"It's better to give it to me, Lawrence." The black man smiled, "In case I accidentally forget it, it will be too late."

"That's fine." Aldridge tightly gripped his pistol/gun, pulled the corner of his mouth, and handed it over.

The car was quiet again, only Aldrich's breathing became more and more obvious and little Abel's nervous sobs from time to time.

"It's really cold." Aldridge concealed.

"Yeah...it's really cold."

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Qiu Chengke was fidgeting on the bed, he didn't know why, even though there was no one else in the house, he still felt that danger was around him.

He clenched the dagger hidden under the pillow and stared at the door of the bedroom. In the silent night, apart from his own breathing, there was only the sound of the cold wind blowing.

Qiu Chengke's chest heaved violently, and he dared not sleep. He felt that if he didn't find out the source of the danger, he might die here today.

This is an inexplicable feeling. In his previous life, Qiu Chengke traveled across the desert to find the black pearl. When the sandstorm came, he would have this feeling of imminent danger when he looked at the endless desert.

Up to now, he had to doubt his own judgment, whether he had won the trust of the big collector just now.

Or, was he betrayed by his task issuer Aldridge without knowing it.

The small alarm clock on Sharon's bedside table made a clicking sound, Qiu Chengke looked at the small alarm clock, the fluorescent hands did not move, and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Qiu Chengke hesitated for a moment, and decided to go to the kitchen to get milk and look around to see what was wrong.

He pressed the light in the bedroom, but it didn't turn on, and someone pulled the switch.

The ominous premonition in Qiu Chengke's heart became stronger and stronger, and he asked in his mind, "Who is the person who issued the task." '

[It's Aldridge, Mr. Qiu. ] Qiu Chengke was highly nervous, and the mechanical sound of the system made him take a breath.

'Detect whether a partnership has been established between me and him. 'Qiu Chengke illuminated the road with the flashlight of his mobile phone.

[It has been established. ] The system replied after a few seconds of pause.

Qiu Chengke sighed '203, you really let me down. '

System 203 was silent for a long time, as if thinking about the meaning of this sentence, he replied [I am only responsible for issuing task settlement rewards for you, as a purely intelligent system, I do not have any human emotions, please do not misunderstand, Mr. Qiu, I do not It is not equipped with functions such as 'deception' and 'lie', but the human mind is too complex and changeable. ]

The system paused, and added [Mr. Qiu, there is nothing wrong with playing a lone hero, but don't pretend to be a good person for too long, and instead forget your instinct as a killer, and you will be unable to take a step at that time. ]

'Thank you for your advice, it's okay, you go to rest. 'Qiu Chengke couldn't accurately judge whether the system was trying to imply something to him, or it was just a simple piece of advice.

He stood on the stairs on the second floor and looked down. There was a humanoid object lying on the floor of the living room, which should have been placed here by the previous great collector.

Qiu Chengke's cell phone was almost out of battery, he walked over in the dark based on his memory, leaned over to feel it, and felt soft and slippery for a while.

He barely provided a little light with the light of his mobile phone, only to realize that his fingers were touching a protruding eyeball.

Qiu Chengke was stunned for a few seconds. He pinched his eyeball and stared blankly at the skinned female corpse in front of him.

Qiu Chengke waved his hand exaggeratedly, screamed perfunctorily, shrank to the side of the sofa and meditated, he recalled the alarm clock he saw in the bedroom just now, there was something vaguely wrong, he ran back to the bedroom quickly, and lit the alarm clock with his mobile phone. The alarm clock, the alarm clock still pointed at two o'clock in the morning, motionless.

Qiu Chengke held his breath, and he slowly put down the phone. The only clock in the bedroom was broken, so what was it that made the beeping sound?

Just as Qiu Chengke was about to lean down and listen carefully, he suddenly realized that the sound was much softer than the sound of a clock.

Qiu Chengke also needed to concentrate to hear it. On a winter night with howling wind, whether Sharon should hear it as an ordinary person.

Qiu Chengke stood there without moving, as if he knew what the voice was.

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"What's the matter?" Gordon didn't hear the answer, he raised his head and asked again.

The policeman tilted his head and looked at Gordon, he closed the door casually, and said to Gordon, "I'm just here to tell you something, Agent Gordon, the next target of the big collector is Aldrich."

"What are you talking about?" Gordon straightened his body, blocking the whiteboard behind him.

"Let Qiu Chengke or someone else protect Aldrich." The police officer put his hands in his pockets and narrowed his eyes and said, "Your people will rush in to arrest me in a while, and I can't run away. You have plenty of time to interrogate me. But the most important thing right now is to protect Aldridge."

Gordon raised his hand to stop Rhett who had just rushed in, and he continued, "Speak clearly."

Reid grabbed the fake policeman, raised his head to make sure that the distance was not enough to see the messy handwriting that Gordon wrote down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The fake policeman raised his hand to avoid Reid's gun, indicating that he did not have any malicious intentions. He slowed down and said, "I know that your people are disguised as Sharon and plan to sneak into the big collector. Aldridge didn't leave. He was kidnapped." In the trunk of a black car near the villa, they're going to kill Aldridge and plant it on your people."

He tilted his head and continued, "Borrow the FBI psychiatrist who was in the lounge just now. It's not a day or two since he finds you displeased. Once, bang."

He made an explosive gesture, "I am a gangster, and I have a problem with my identity. The testimony I said is not enough to be evidence. When the corpse appears, your people will not be able to explain it."

Gordon and Rhett looked at each other, and Rhett pointed his mouth at the deadly whiteboard behind the police officer, gesticulating frantically.

Gordon turned the whiteboard over, walked to the police officer, stared at his expression and asked, "Who is Aldridge?"

The fake policeman frowned, and he said in a slightly anxious tone, "Don't be like this, Detective Gordon, Aldrich has a bomb on him, and he will be killed at any time. You'd better hurry up, he knows a lot."

"If I'm not mistaken, Aldridge seems to be just a name." Gordon said tentatively, "What's his full name?"

"Aldrich Lawrence." The fake policeman put down his somewhat numb arm, looked at his watch, with an obvious anxious expression on his face, and his voice gradually became louder, "Gordon! Save Aldrich, I beg you , even if you don't care about those clues, you should consider that it is a fresh human life!"

"It seems that you are Aldrich's friend. If you say so, why don't you save him." Gordon asked in a cold voice, using his eyes to stop Rhett, who was starting to be restless.

"Because it's too late!" The fake policeman said loudly, his mouth was frothing with excitement, and his hands were fisted, "The bomb/bomb will explode soon, and I have no time to rush there. None of us can save him, only Sharon... …I’ll tell you everything you need to know later, I’ll tell you everything, save him first, it’s almost too late!”

Torres stared at the expression of the fake policeman, his brows were raised, his brows were twisted, his lips were tightly closed, part of the lips were hidden, the lips were tight, and the corners of his mouth shrank and gathered slightly.

Torres can be sure that the worry written all over his face is indeed the emotion that should be in this situation.

She knew that Gordon was looking at her secretly from time to time, waiting for her answer, but Torres really didn't dare to nod. The risk of this polygraph test was too great for her to bear.

Hearing the commotion, the psychiatrist ran in after Rocker, and he pushed away Torres who was standing in front of him, "What happened."

"He said that there is a man named Aldrich who knows about the big collector, and it is very dangerous now." Reid said briefly.

"Then you go ahead and do it, why are you standing here?" said the psychiatrist.

Torres supported Rocker who just came in. She frowned, raised her brows slightly, and showed a painful expression on her face. She said silently, "I don't know... the time is too short, I can't judge."

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