I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Qiu Chengke has already realized that somewhere in the bedroom, very close to him, there is a time bomb.

In the hands of big collectors, they can put a silent time bomb / bomb.

This timing bomb/bomb is set very delicately. On a windy winter night, an ordinary person can hardly hear its sound, but a professionally trained person can vaguely hear the tiny sound.

Qiu Chengke sat stiffly on the bed in the bedroom. He was silent for a long time, as if he hadn't heard the voice. He locked the bedroom door and lay back on the bed, listening to the small voice next to his ear.

There are monitors and bugs installed in this room. Once Qiu Chengke shows any trace of finding a timed bomb, his infiltration plan will be in vain.

At this time, he can only be Sharon, an ordinary upstart Sharon.

If the big collectors really find out his identity, then they don't need to put those things to monitor him, and they won't make such a time bomb/bomb.

Qiu Chengke can now be sure that he has not been exposed. This is still a test for big collectors, and big collectors will not really kill him as a buyer.

He was going to take a big gamble and pretend to be stupid until those people thought he was fine.

But what about the corpse downstairs.

Qiu Chengke simulated in his mind how 'Sharon' should react at this time.

She did something wrong, murdered her husband to get compensation, she cooperated with a person who had a handle on her, and she was about to buy living products.

Sharon has a ghost in her heart. When there is a dead body at home, she has no courage to call the police, and she does not have Aldrich's contact information. The only way for her is to find a way to hide the dead body and take advantage of the opportunity of the transaction to sell the dead body. Hand it over to someone who is a big collector.

Qiu Chengke rolled over on the bed a few times, pretending to be asleep, he blocked the monitor on one side, and quietly turned off the phone, lest there be any accidents on Gordon's side and expose him in a disguised form.

If you are exposed, you will die. Qiu Chengke was clearly aware of this when he heard the sound of the timing bomb in his ear.

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"Red!" Torres yelled. "He's going to kill you! Get out of the way!"

But it was too late, Rhett had no time to react, and was thrown to the ground suddenly, the fake policeman did not know where to take out a dagger, and stabbed Rhett fiercely.

"Red!!!" Morgan rushed over immediately, trying to drag the fake police away, when he heard a gunshot, followed by a burst of hot cheeks, the fake police who had just been caught by him froze for a moment, and collapsed into his arms .

There was a scratch on Morgan's right cheek, which was hot and painful. He was stunned for a few seconds, then looked back at the psychiatrist who was holding his hand/gun, and asked with wide eyes in disbelief, "What are you doing...why are you shooting... "

"He was attacking the police. I shot in accordance with the law, and the situation was urgent." The psychiatrist put down his pistol/gun and said coldly, "I didn't hit a vital point. There is still time to send him to the hospital for emergency treatment."

Morgan supported the fake policeman who had passed out, looked at the psychiatrist dissatisfied, and then lowered his head to check Reid's situation.

Reid was lying on the ground, holding the dagger, blood dripping from the palm of his hand, he opened his mouth wide, gasped violently, and trembled in pain.

"It's okay, I'm fine... Phew... It doesn't hurt, I'm fine... How should I take it out." Rhett said with pale lips trembling, "I caught it... The dagger didn't hit me, It hurts more than I thought, Rocker, take it off, I don't know what to do..."

Locker hurried over and carefully held the dagger, Rhett let go of his hand stiffly, letting him take out the dagger.

He helped Rhett up, looked at the deep cut on Rhett's bloody palm, and couldn't help but whispered, "Oh my god, it looks... so miserable. Qiu Chengke will definitely feel distressed when he sees it. He didn't teach you Are you going to catch the sword with your bare hands?"

"I feel like I'm going to drop my hand," Rhett said with a grin, and he realized it in the middle of the sentence, and immediately added, "He wanted to teach, but the safe house, you know, Ryan doesn't like other people going in. "

The psychiatrist put away the gun, and when he heard Qiu Chengke raised his head and looked at Reid vaguely.

Gordon watched from the side with a frown, and he said to Hu Qi, "Look for Sharon and Aldridge, they are related to the great collector."

Immediately afterwards, he gestured to the psychiatrist, and said with a bad expression, "Let's go, we need to talk to you about something,"

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"There is a bomb/bomb in the villa. I will tell Qiu Chengke to leave there now, and then call the bomb disposal experts." Dr. Foster quickly pressed the phone, intending to call Qiu Chengke.

"Qiu Chengke cannot be contacted." Dr. Letterman pressed Dr. Foster's wrist and said, "If Qiu Chengke has been exposed, there is no need for them to conduct a test. The bomb/bomb in the villa is also a test. The big collector must have some way to receive it." As for Qiu Chengke's situation, once we contact him at this time, it is equivalent to telling the big collector that Sharon is ours."

"This is just your speculation Carl. Although it sounds reasonable, Qiu Chengke is now in the same room as the bomb/bomb. No matter how strong he is, he can't escape the bomb/bomb." Dr. Foster said anxiously, "I think Do something, Carl."

"The way is to wait quietly and pretend that we have nothing to do with Sharon." Dr. Letterman said in a deep voice, taking a sip of his cold coffee, "No matter what we do, it's just adding to the chaos, and it's his alone." None of us can intervene in the war."

Dr. Foster shook her head. She pursed her lips and frowned in thought, then stood up suddenly and said wordlessly, "Let the police find Sharon, that's the way."

"The fake police said Sharon and Aldrich in a bound way. We will investigate Sharon and Aldrich anyway. It would be unreasonable not to investigate." Dr. Foster looked at Dr. Letterman, Seeing that he didn't refute, she picked up the phone again and sent Morgan an email.

Dr. Letterman watched her move, and when she put down the phone, he said, "What the hell is the big collector trying to do?"

"Test whether Aldrich is an undercover agent, and test the authenticity of Sharon's buyer's identity." Dr. Foster looked at him suspiciously, "Didn't you already know?"

"No, I mean, we may not be able to catch Aldridge, but we will definitely be able to catch Sharon." Dr. Letterman lay on the table with his head tilted, with dark circles under his eyes, and he yawned. Blinking her eyes, she said wearily, "If Sharon is being targeted by us, then how can she carry out the transaction and participate in the auction?"

Dr. Foster was stunned, and she murmured in a low voice, "They gave up the deal with Sharon in order to test Aldrich? But why, it's their loss if they don't do good business."

"Because Sharon doesn't know anything, she can't even be considered a buyer, and the loss of exposing her is the smallest." Dr. Letterman leaned over and grabbed the briefcase on the opposite side, rummaging quickly while searching inside. He said, "Actually, I have always suspected that the buyers of big collectors have their own small circles, just like aristocrats and ladies. They have their own circles, and they continue to absorb the same kind into them to expand the group. As a big collector, as a shameful organization , They may not really treat an ordinary nouveau riche as their guest, well, look at this."

Dr. Letterman pulled out a document and handed it to Dr. Foster. He propped up his body and leaned to Foster's side and said, "The female buyer I caught before, her mother is Schwartz. An associate professor of black studies at Moore College, she has a good personal relationship with the former governor's wife, and her father is a violinist who has recently become famous. Her life is like a princess in a fairy tale. ability to take risks."

"I didn't pay too much attention to her family background before." Dr. Letterman continued after a pause, "But now it seems that she and Sharon are people from two worlds, so I wonder if the big collector is just Not going to take Sharon in."

Dr. Foster closed the document, and she said softly, "Sharon is indeed rich, but she is not worthy of being a buyer. Even if it is through someone inside the big collector, Aldrich can't be an intermediary introduction. We want to sneak into the big collection. If you want a home, you must enter the circle of buyers.”

"Aldridge obviously doesn't know about this matter, his status is not high enough, and he has no authority to know about some things." Dr. Letterman seemed to think of something important, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Aldridge even has the buyer circle. He doesn’t even know, and he’s not an owl, so how did he know the craftsman’s address?”

"You mean that Aldrich didn't kill Berg and his grandmother?" Dr. Foster was stunned for a few seconds, and understood Letterman's meaning, "It wasn't Aldrich who sent the clue Josina to us with a fake bomb." Delic, there are others besides us and Aldrich against the big collectors."

Dr. Letterman said in a deep voice, "He is in charge of the overall situation, knows the location of the artisan, and has a high chance of successfully infiltrating into the high-level of the big collector, so he must know the plan against Aldrich tonight, but he did not give any warning , if this is really the case, then this person is the one who is really doing whatever he can for his purpose."

"It's an enemy, not a friend." Dr. Foster concluded, before she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and she and Dr. Letterman exchanged glances.

"I remember you didn't let the staff work overtime today." Dr. Foster said in a low voice, took out the pistol/gun in the drawer, and stared at the door vigilantly.

"At this point, the security guards should be patrolling the first to fifth floors." Dr. Letterman glanced at his watch, and quietly touched the button on the table, intending to notify the security guards to come over. "It's not our people outside, I'll be right away."

The knock on the door became louder and more urgent, and Dr. Letterman bent over the button and whispered, "Come to my studio, bring your weapon, hurry up, anyone? Please reply!"

"Aren't you alright?" Dr. Foster swallowed and asked nervously.

"No one answered." Dr. Letterman said with a gloomy face, "Please answer if the security hears it. I'm Carl Letterman."

The corridor on the first floor was not lit, only the sign of the emergency exit emitted a faint green light. Three security guards were lying on the ground, and Dr. Letterman’s anxious voice came from the intercom in his breast pocket, repeating the words over and over again in the quiet corridor. reverberate.

Knowing that no one would answer him, Dr. Letterman let go of the button, pulled out the pistol/gun from his briefcase in one hand, and held the phone in the other, intending to call the police.

The knock on the door suddenly stopped, and it didn't appear again for a long time. Dr. Foster couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. She put down the gun, turned her head and said softly, "He seems to be gone."

Dr. Letterman stared at the doorknob and asked hesitantly, "Have you locked the door, Gillian."

Dr. Foster froze suddenly, and she murmured "I'm not sure..."

Dr. Laitman looked at the slightly turned doorknob, and said with an ugly face, "You didn't lock it, and he has already found out."

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