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In the Las Vegas Police Station, the three people on the sofa got up at the same time, and Emily reached out to Shirley, "Thank you for your cooperation. If there is still a need in the future, we will contact you again."

Shirley nodded in agreement, let go and shook the inspector's hand, "It's my honor."

The inspector always felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember whether he had seen her before.Without thinking about it, he withdrew his hand and handed over his business card, "If you still think of something, you can also call this number directly. Finally, thank you very much for saving that girl."

"I will. You're welcome, it's just a matter of little effort." Shirley took the business card, looked at Emily politely, and said goodbye.After that, under the leadership of an agent, he bypassed the busy crowd at the desk and walked outside.

Just after turning the corner, Shirley looked at the mixed-race brown-haired girl in the interrogation room opposite, smiled and turned to look sideways at the agent, nodding to him and pointing to the right side, "I'll just go out by myself. Thank you."

The agent smiled and left, Shirley stood at the same spot and looked at the girl in the interrogation room for a few more times, turned around after looking away, and bumped into JJ who was walking on the phone from the right, "I..."

Before she could say a word of apology, Shirley saw JJ who was still answering the phone turned her head and smiled at herself indifferently.Seeing the look between her eyebrows and eyes, Xue Li's eyes flashed a trace of bewilderment, and then she looked down and saw the familiar necklace on her neck, and quickly stepped up and continued to walk outside.

Lowering her head, Shirley kept replaying jj's turning back in her mind, and accidentally ran into Morgan's arms who had just walked in with Garcia.Seeing that she seemed to be a little overwhelmed, Morgan raised his hand around her waist, helped her stand upright, and then consciously let go, and spontaneously let go of his signature sincere smile with white teeth, "Sorry, beautiful. "

Shirley raised her head, almost gave him a fierce look, walked around to his side and suppressed a sharp tone and mocked: "I don't care."

"...Oh?" Morgan rubbed his chin and looked back at her aggressively getting into the silver-gray Porsche sports car not far away. Seeing the puff of smoke rising from behind the car, he turned back to Garcia in confusion, " Am I that annoying?"

Garcia thought about it seriously for a long time, raised his eyebrows meaningfully and looked at him, and said with a pointed smile: "Is it because of something bad you did with your hand just now?".

Morgan curled her lips innocently, hugged her shoulders lovingly and continued to walk in, "Come on, babygirl. I didn't do anything, really."

Garcia laughed and perfunctory.The two walked and chatted for a certain distance, Morgan couldn't help but look back outside again, shaking his head inexplicably and helplessly.

Just before turning into the police station hall, Morgan put down his hand on Garcia's shoulder.The two walked towards the team members standing by the desk more and more hurriedly. Morgan asked, "Is there any progress?"

Hodge: "Someone rescued Jessica. She is much more stable now, and she is helping us determine the appearance of the unsub in the portrait room."

Morgan nodded with satisfaction, "In this way, we can catch him very quickly based on our previous profile."

Just as he was talking, Rhett handed out Unsub's portrait.And Garcia, who was already sitting on standby, quickly found out his personal information, sent her lovely and brave team members off to the field as usual, and wished them a smooth arrest of him.

Although there were some small mistakes during the capture process, with the tacit cooperation of a group of people, they not only successfully rescued the hostages that Unsub had captured while escaping, but also persuaded Unsub to surrender and bear the burden of his life. Nothing ends with death.

Apart from the innocent lives lost in the case, the "father-daughter massacre case" involving 21 lives can be regarded as a successful conclusion.The detective expressed his heartfelt thanks to the behavior analysis team. After sending them away, it was already five o'clock in the morning to finish the follow-up work related to the case.

In another four hours, the endless fight with the murderer would continue. The inspector took a simple wash as usual, and planned to spend the night in the lounge.

Lying down on the sofa in the lounge, he turned on the TV casually, and turned to the broadcast of the Indy 500 event in Las Vegas, which he had been looking forward to for a long time but missed the opportunity to watch the game live due to busy work.

Unlike the short-distance circular track on the F1 track that forces drivers to slow down and turn, the inward-sloping oval track used by the Indy track not only does not slow down the driver, but also makes it easier for the car to accelerate.And whether it's from the fact that every car on Indy Speedway is within a few feet of each other at speeds exceeding 220 miles per hour, or from the fact that the Indy 500 series refuses to use all advanced electronic equipment for cars, or from such From the point of view that the series requires drivers to drive long distances, the Indy 500 poses countless potential threats to the lives of drivers, and it is undoubtedly called the "death car" in racing.

But the more dangerous it is, the more attention it can attract. The audience of an Indy 500 race can easily exceed 30 people.Correspondingly, the bonuses received by the drivers are quite generous. Even the drivers who quit the race can get at least 22.432 US dollars.

In the eyes of the inspector, the Indy 500 race has more uncertainties than his own work.Of course, he didn't feel like he was completely indulging in the thrill of uncertainty.He can also feel inspired to push his limits just by watching the drivers gallop around the Indy 500 track.

"Oh! Beautiful!" The inspector seemed to rush to the finish line with his favorite driver, and stood up excitedly from the sofa.He took the milk on the side, waiting for the award ceremony, ready to offer a belated glass of milk to the champion driver, "You are simply on the track..."

Before the inspector continued to admire, he noticed the joyful smile on the third rider who rushed towards the finish line after taking off his helmet, "Oh my God...that's, oh! My... Shirley Davis! God! That Shirley Davis!"

The inspector kept turning around with the glass of milk, recalling Shirley who looked familiar in the afternoon, slapped his head, and sat down on the sofa annoyed, "She surpassed her in the Indy 500 for the first time. Countless experienced male drivers have successfully entered the finals, and the female driver with the most potential! She is standing in front of me, and I didn't recognize her?"

But it can't be blamed on his poor eyesight, after all, the major gossip magazines know nothing about her private life.And the brief appearance in the race gave the fans only a general impression of her appearance, so it is really difficult to recognize her even if she is standing in front of her.The inspector couldn't help shaking his head, and when he looked up to see the award ceremony on TV, he remembered Shirley's bonus before he calmed down, "62.133 dollars... That's my salary for almost ten years! Why is life so difficult... ?”

After being filled with emotion, the inspector, following the tradition of the Indy 500 race, saluted the champion driver with milk and then fell asleep.What woke him up was a strange call four hours later. He answered the phone, "Hi, this is Detective Inspector Daniel Jackson. What happened?"

Shirley, who had been thinking for a long time after returning to the hotel after breakfast, was still struggling to make no sound at this moment, only circling back and forth in the room.It wasn't until the inspector asked again that she said in embarrassment, "Good morning, Inspector Jackson. I'm Shirley Davis. We met at the police station yesterday. Do you remember?"

The first thing the inspector thought of was the case, "Yes, I remember. So did you think of any other clues? In fact, we have already arrested the prisoner. But of course, if you think of something, why don't you tell me?"

Shirley pursed her lips and frowned awkwardly. After listening to him, she stopped by the table and raised her hand to tap the table, "Uh...sorry, it's actually some personal questions."

The inspector was relieved when he learned that there was nothing wrong with the case, "It's okay, is there anything I can do for you?"

Shirley licked her lips, lowered her hands and tapped her pant legs, "I saw a blond woman wearing a small heart-shaped necklace at the police station yesterday, she looked very much like my good friend Jenny who I lost contact with many years ago White. I've been looking for her for years and haven't been able to find her, but I'm not particularly sure if it's her. So, Inspector, do you have any memory of her?"

The inspector quickly recalled, nodded and replied: "I have the impression, but her name is Jennifer Jieruo."

Shirley felt her heartstrings being plucked.She gathered herself together, and said quickly with some regret: "Oh... really, did I read it wrong? That lady really looks like Jenny, I think I just miss her too much..."

Hearing Shirley's slightly lonely tone, the detective said comfortingly, "I'm sorry for your friend's affairs, and I hope you can get in touch with her as soon as possible."

Shirley pursed her lips slightly and nodded, "Thank you, Inspector. She has had a difficult time, and I think she just needs some time... But, what kind of troublesome case was that lady involved in?" Did you hit it?"

The detective answered naturally: "No, she is the FBI who came to help."

Xue Li turned around and leaned against the edge of the table, put away her hands and stuffed them into her trouser pockets, and wrote lightly: "I see..."

Soon the inspector heard Shirley's polite farewell, but he suddenly reacted and asked in a slightly hasty tone, "Sorry, are you the racing driver who came to Las Vegas to participate in the Indy 500?"

Shirley hesitated for half a second, then smiled and answered, "That's right, you're a racing fan?"

The inspector smiled, and after chatting with her for a few words, he asked curiously: "Why do you have to choose the Indy Series? I mean there are more promising options based on your strength, but the Indy Series will not Is it too dangerous?"

Turning around to face out of the window, Shirley pulled out her chair and sat down, "Then why did you choose such a dangerous job, Inspector?"

The inspector was embarrassed to realize that his question was too personal, "Sorry, I asked too much..."

"It's okay," Shirley smiled nonchalantly, and unfolded the laptop in front of her.After opening Google search, she typed out "fbi+Jennifer Jieruo" with one hand, "Just like your job makes you feel, racing makes me feel safe. The more dangerous, the safer."

The inspector frowned in confusion, but he didn't intend to go any further, "It sounds contradictory... Anyway, congratulations on your good results, and wish you all the best in the next competition."

Shirley bent her lips, looked at JJ who was still a media liaison in the video two years ago, "Thank you very much."

After hanging up, putting down the hotel extension phone, Shirley moved the mouse and turned up the volume, listening to JJ's voice that was no longer as immature as it was 21 years ago, "... Please rest assured, the abductee has been successfully rescued, The kidnapper has also been arrested. We will present all evidence to the court and prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law...”

Shirley didn't read any more. After closing the webpage, she got up and went to the window, crossed her arms, and after a long time lowered her head and muttered to herself, "...then why didn't you find me, Jill?"