CM Criminal Minds: Candy Queen's Chef Knight

?Crime butchersinnocenttosecureaprize,andinnocencestruggleswithallitsmightagainsttheattemptsofcrime.--MaximilienRobespierre

Maximilian Robespierre (French revolutionary, one of the heads of the Jacobin government during the French Revolution, 1758-1794): Crime slaughters the innocent to defend the spoils, while the innocent do everything in their power to resist the criminal attempt .

"An Qier, long time no see." Anna was drinking coffee. She was wearing a red cheongsam, but she had shawl-length hair. "Thank you for pulling me out! That interrogation room was so boring, there was no wine or coffee."

"That's out of the question," Angel smiled brightly, "It's just a cup of coffee, there's plenty of it."

Anna frowned suddenly, she wanted to speak, but she could only ask: "Yes, isn't it?"

Looking at her slowly softening body, Angel smiled innocently: "Trash, I wanted you to shut up a long time ago."

"That's right, it is." She looked at her, and then answered her question lightly.

"Second Miss, what should she do?" The waiter gently opened the door of the box.

"When I'm gone, you yell," Angel stood up, the gloves on her hands were still white and unstained, "If the police ask you, just say, this cup of coffee is a handsome blond guy, please her."

She picked up a photo in her handbag: "It's him, remember?"

In the sea of ​​lavender flowers in Paris, France, Adolf gently lowered his head and sniffed, as if he heard someone's voice, raised his head with doting eyes, and looked into the camera.

The waiter took a trained glance and lowered his head: "It's Miss."

After Angel left, she adjusted the expression on her face and shouted: "Killer, call the police, call the police."

She opened the door in horror, and in the quiet and elegant box, Anna died quietly, but seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

The shutter kept ringing, but this beautiful woman seemed to be sleeping in the photos, gentle and gentle.

"Anna is dead." In view of the special status of the victim, JJ still brought her case to the FBI. "It was identified that she took choking drugs, and there was residue on the coffee cup."

"What's more," JJ said helplessly, "it was identified by the waiter that a handsome blond guy invited her to drink this cup of coffee."

"That waiter identified me, right?" Adolf, who had been caught in prison, asked calmly.

"And you can't explain the source of the same drug in the suit." JJ saw that he was still calm, and heaved a sigh of relief, "This is the most terrible thing."

Adolf thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember who moved his suit: "My suit has been on the chair all the time. I haven't moved it, and I don't know how to explain it."

"When did she die? Do I have an alibi?"

"That coffee shop is too close, I'm sorry Adolf," JJ said with a headache, "because the time of death cannot be further refined, even if you just went to the bathroom at that time, there is no alibi."

"and……"

"And what?"

"She died at three o'clock in the afternoon. At that time, you hid aside and called Garcia, and no one saw you."

Garcia, as his wife, is not qualified to testify.

"What about the communication records?"

"Someone deliberately played you, and the communication records were erased."

Adolf asked quietly: "In other words, I can only wait here for the progress of your investigation?"

JJ stood up: "It's good that you understand, we will rescue you as soon as possible."

"Okay," Adolf nodded. The orange-red prison uniform made his blond hair stand out even more, and his facial features were deep. "Then I'll go back first."

"It's really calm." JJ sighed, "But it's still necessary to hurry up, otherwise Garcia will definitely find out."

Morgan patted her on the shoulder: "I think Garcia has figured it out."

"what?"

"The news on the Internet has been overwhelming, and Garcia spends half an hour every day surfing the Internet to browse the latest news."

"At four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Then I'll go and chat with Garcia, and you and Hodge will continue to solve the case." JJ waved and left in a hurry.

Morgan sighed, forget it, let's talk to that waiter!

"Your name is Amy Dracula, 29, you have been in the industry for five years, right?"

The waiter nodded.

Morgan took out a photo of the deceased: "What are you going into the box for?"

The waiter looked very calm: "Because this lady ordered a cup of coffee and hasn't moved for a long time."

"Anna is in the box, how do you say 'that gentleman bought her coffee because he thought the deceased was beautiful'?"

"The gentleman saw the lady when she just came here and invited her to drink coffee, and the lady seemed to know him and smiled at him," the waiter said, "I was quite jealous at the time, so handsome The man in question actually invited her to drink coffee."

"At that time, what clothes did the suspect wear."

"I don't have much impression of this," the waiter tried to remember, "it seems to be a brown windbreaker and sunglasses."

Morgan asked again: "He's wearing a brown trench coat and sunglasses. How did you recognize him?"

"Because this gentleman came here once in the morning. I saw that he was handsome, and I paid attention to him. I didn't expect him to be a beastly guy," the waiter said angrily. "I came to work around two o'clock in the afternoon and looked at him. profile, I can recognize him."

Almost seamless.

But Morgan asked again: "Miss waiter, but around two o'clock in the afternoon, Adolf has an alibi."

"He is a liar. I watched him and ordered a cappuccino for the lady."

"Miss..." Morgan stood up, "You finally revealed your truth, I'm exhausted, you can really make up."

"That cup of coffee was not a cappuccino," Morgan said. "I asked another waiter in your store, and she said that the lady seemed to be waiting for someone. She didn't order this cup of coffee. She ordered it." Don't like cappuccino, but asked her to change it, caramel."

Morgan said to the monitor: "Hey, let Adolf out quickly, we want to investigate the case together."

The menopausal ex-Adolph, who reports directly to his supervisor, waved.

The little detective next to him nodded, turned around, and opened the door of the interrogation room: "Sir, you can come out now."

"Uh, asleep?"

Adolf was tired for many days, and fell asleep quietly lying on the table.

The little detective sighed sincerely, what a big heart!

The author has something to say: This is the second watch,,, Anna has lost her hair, and I still haven't come up with a nice real name for her, so let's do it!

The hot pot was very satisfying tonight. ?