I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"Hi, this is Ginny, the 911 operator..."

"Karl Letterman, Letterman Group, seventh floor office, guns... beep—"

"Sir, are you still there? I heard a woman screaming in the background, are you okay, sir?"

"beep----"

The 911 operator, Miss Ginny looked at the hung up phone suspiciously, she took off the headset and turned back to the foreman and said, "Sir, there is a call here."

"What's the matter?" The Chinese man in a neat suit heard the sound and looked over. He loosened his bow tie, walked over and bent over to answer the phone.

"He gave his name, and the phone hung up after the location." Miss Ginny said, "There was a woman screaming in the background, but no gunshots or other sounds were heard. The sudden hang-up was without warning."

"Who called the police?" the man asked.

"Karl Letterman," Miss Ginny recalled, "his last word was robbery at gunpoint, or something."

"Carl?" The man reacted for a few seconds, and immediately said urgently, "Dr. Carl Letterman? Call the police! Hurry up! He is a polygraph expert cooperating with the FBI, and he has many enemies!"

Miss Ginny hurriedly lowered her head to transfer the call, when an operator in the other row suddenly raised her hand and said, "Wait, sir! I also received a call from Carl Letterman."

"What did he say?" the man asked.

The operator hesitated and said, "He... he said he didn't want to call the police, the danger has been eliminated, it was just a misunderstanding."

The man was stunned, he walked over quickly, took the phone and said in a deep voice, "Carl, it's me, Wang Chang, what's wrong with you."

There was no answer there for a long time, Wang Chang leaned close to the phone and listened carefully, breathing slowly, and vaguely heard a vague conversation over there.

He could hear Dr. Foster's voice start to change in the background. This is not a good thing. It often means that the owner of the voice has great mood swings, and it often occurs in situations of excessive excitement and fear. Wang Chang can be sure that the voice must be Not a happy time.

"Sir, are you still calling the police?" Miss Ginny asked hesitantly while holding the phone.

Wang Chang turned his head and made a gesture to indicate that her situation was urgent.

Miss Ginny lowered her head and said to the phone, "A robbery with a gun, the caller is under duress, there may be hostages, the location is the office on the seventh floor of the Letterman Group..."

"Carl, I'm Wang Chang, Karl, please explain the situation." Wang Chang asked again.

This situation is very strange. Under normal circumstances, Dr. Letterman is holding the phone to call the police. In order to hear the voice, he will be very close.

Wang Chang should be able to hear Letterman's voice or breathing, not like now, there is no sound, as if the phone has long been hung up.

Just when Wang Chang couldn't help but speak again, Dr. Letterman hurriedly said, "I'm fine, don't call the police, don't come here." Then the phone was hung up.

"Sir?" the operator looked at Wang Chang who had fallen into silence, and asked softly.

"He is refusing assistance." Wang Chang said in a deep voice, "There are at least two other people there besides them."

"Two robbers?" asked the operator.

"No, one of them is a hostage. Tell them there may be a bomb/bomb and prepare to rescue the hostages."

The Letterman Group did not turn on the lights, and the exit lights were one of the few light sources in the building.

There was a slight thud in the dark corridor on the first floor. A young white security guard propped up his body and got up tremblingly. A hole was stabbed in his lower abdomen with a knife. He dragged his eversioned flesh and crawled slowly. To a shadow not far away.

"Brother...brother...oh...brother..." the security guard couldn't help crying after touching the man's cold body. He shook his hands and tried to find the phone, but only found a few punctured pieces.

"Brother... Is there anyone... Is there anyone!" The security guard leaned against the wall of the corridor, he clutched his stomach, felt his own pieces of flesh spilling out from the wound, he opened his mouth and yelled over and over into the walkie-talkie "Is there anyone, help me...Doctor, are you there...Leitman...Doctor...God God...Help me!"

Just when he was about to despair, the walkie-talkie rang, and the security guard hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie, and heard a rustling sound from inside, accompanied by a man's voice.

"It turns out... there is still one alive."

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Locker took Rhett's gun, and after he winked at Rhett, he walked over carefully, and there were a few small voices from behind the screen.

Rocker immediately raised his gun, aimed at the screen and shouted, "The people inside come out! Put down your weapons! Give up resistance!"

Unexpectedly, no one answered, Rocker clenched his hand/gun tightly, took a deep breath, opened the screen, and took a step back.

The only cover was removed, but there was no one behind, only a vent.

"No one." Rocker looked back at Rhett, and said suspiciously, "Then what was that sound just now?"

Reid frowned, he was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "When you came to the screen, did you think there could be a person squatting behind it?"

Locker looked at the distance between the back walls of the screen at hand, and said hesitantly, "It shouldn't be possible, the distance is too small, and the knees will protrude a little when squatting."

"Then why was that eye basically level with us just now?" Reid said softly, "We were obviously sitting on the bed."

"It's an illusion." Rocker said hesitantly, "I didn't pay attention to whether I was looking straight."

"The eyes appeared near the ground of the screen." Reid squatted down, bent down, almost close to the ground, he tilted his head and said, "If I were you, Rocker, I would go and see the inside of the air vent What the hell is there?"

"How is this possible? This is not an agent movie. This galvanized steel ventilation duct is crawling around alone. The sound is so loud that we can't hear it." Rocker patted the vent and said, "And How can this window be so strong that if you say it’s taken apart, it’s just...to take it apart! Who!”

Rocker took a step back in fright when the exhaust window fell to the ground.

Reid half-kneeled on the ground, waved at the exposed air vent, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, come out, we won't hurt you, come out and it's safe."

Locker retreated to a safe distance, and his eyes moved back and forth between Reid and the exhaust vent. After a few minutes, there were a few soft sounds from the exhaust vent, as if something was crawling out.

Under Locker's watchful eye, a thin, gray-faced man climbed out of the air vent, it was Little Tommy.

Rhett glanced at little Tommy, raised his head and said to Rocker, "This is not the main pipe. An adult may not be able to get in, but a small child can. The window is not particularly heavy. If someone removes the window in advance But little Tommy can take it off and cover it up by himself."

Little Tommy rubbed his arms, looked up at Rhett with his dirty face, his eyes were dull and dull, only the pupils were obviously beautiful emeralds, but it always made people feel that they were actually as black as ink.

Rhett had an inexplicable sense of panic. Little Tommy's current appearance reminded him of many bad memories, such as the huge child rape/abuse case in Angers, France.

Reid had seen photos of those child victims. Among them was a 12-year-old girl who was sold by her parents and gang-raped. She had this look when she was rescued.

It seems that the soul has been torn apart by life and has become a walking dead, but in fact, the heart is full of hatred for the world.

When Rhett saw this look, he knew that the child might be disabled, like the girl who was gang-raped or the boy whose soul could never escape North Dakota.

Even so, Rhett still didn't want to make a conclusion so early, he swallowed, took a deep breath, stretched out his uninjured hand, and said softly again, "Tommy, don't be afraid, I'll take you to find mom, okay?" , I'll take you home."

Little Tommy stretched out his hand hesitantly, grabbed Rhett's warm palm, and walked into Rhett's arms step by step. Rhett nodded to Rocker, and he slowly and gently tightened his arms, hugging Little Tommy , try not to make him feel dangerous.

Rocker looked at it for a while, and after making sure that there was no room for a weapon to be hidden on Tommy's body, and that Rhett would not be in danger if he was alone with him, he didn't care about the affairs here. He bent over and studied carefully at the opening of the ventilation duct.

"Someone told me to take me home before." Little Tommy murmured in Rhett's arms, "but he didn't."

"Little Tommy, would you like to tell me who he is?" Rhett asked in a chatty manner. He patted Little Tommy on the back, and seeing that he didn't feel any discomfort, he quietly groped on him, trying to make sure. Does he have a wiretapping tool on him?

"Aldrich, that's what he said." Little Tommy said sullenly, his body gradually stopped shaking, and seemed to let down his vigilance towards Rhett.

"Has anyone ever given you something strange, little Tommy?" Rhett asked hesitantly as he didn't touch the suspected bug.

Little Tommy didn't answer, Rocker withdrew his body from the pipe mouth, pinched a small thing in his hand, and said with a sullen face, "Red, there is a bug here, I turned it off, but I remember we just You have made your words clear and exposed Qiu Chengke completely."

Reid's body froze, he subconsciously wanted to stand up, and wanted to call Qiu Chengke to tell him to leave, but realized that if the bug belonged to a big collector, then it would be too late for him to tell Qiu Chengke to leave.

From the time they talked about Qiu Chengke to the discovery and closure of the bug, many irreversible things could have happened, but they haven't been notified yet, so someone else installed it.

"Who gave you that thing, Tommy." Reid pressed Little Tommy's shoulder, trying to suppress his tone, so as not to frighten the fragile and sensitive little Tommy.

But little Tommy was still frightened by Rhett's sudden change of face, his eyes were wide open, and he began to resist Rhett's touch.

"Tommy, don't be afraid, tell me who that thing is." Rhett said softly, "I promise to take you home, trust me and don't be afraid."

"I didn't put it..." Little Tommy looked at the bug in Rocker's hand and said tremblingly, "I don't know what that is, I haven't seen it...it's not me, really not..."

"Fake." Locker stared at Little Tommy's expression, and said affirmatively, "You are lying, who are you covering?"

"I don't know! Why don't you believe me!" cried Little Tommy.

"Because you're lying, listen Tommy, this is about the life and death of little Abel." Locker didn't have the patience that Rhett had. He squatted down and held the bug in front of little Tommy, slamming every word said, "Who gave it to you."

"Rocker!"

"Get rid of Rhett, Qiu Chengke is with the bomb now, you must hurry up and catch the person who planted the bug or he will die! Tell me, Tommy! Who gave it to you."

The author has something to say: Don't be afraid, this is just a criminal investigation article, there will be no gods or ghosts running out, and you are all human if you are not afraid