Wilson swallowed, "I've been caught gentlemen. ”

"So every one of your qiē will be dug up by us!" Hu Qi gritted his teeth, his expression a little fierce, "Now you have to tell us where that ship went!"

Wilson was also annoyed, and cried out with a stalk in his neck, "This has nothing to do with this case!

"You're scared. Gordon seemed much calmer, "It's just where to go." ”

"......" Wilson took a deep breath and stopped talking.

This is the first time in three months that the BAU team has received information on the whereabouts of its own team members, and it is bound to ask something from the mouth of this 'insider', but the involvement of this transnational trafficking case is too great, and Wilson's value is far greater than he imagined, so although the above also knows that it is about a missing FBI, it is impossible to provide them with time endlessly, and by tomorrow morning at the latest, Wilson will be escorted away for re-interrogation.

Not much time was left for them.

Red had drunk five cups of coffee from noon to now, which made him in a very good state of mind, even too excited, and his eyes were staring at the one-sided glass as if they were shining to observe Wilson's every move.

The others took turns in battle, repeating the question of 'where the hell is the ship going' with fatigue attacks.

Wilson only felt tired, mentally exhausted and physically exhausted, which made his answers more and more incoherent, so he tried to cover his ears to try to block out the outside sounds, but even with his head sideways, he could only cover one ear, and the annoying sound like flies would still burrow into his ears.

Gordon patted Red on the shoulder, "Spencer." ”

Rhett's eyes didn't move, "Coffee is addictive." There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, "This thing calms me down." ”

"Then you should eat milk candy. Gordon shook his head, "We'll find him." ”

Red's throat moved, "I'm thinking about what I'm going to say when I see him, it's a little far away, but I'm standing here looking at the man inside, and my mind is already thinking about the future." ”

"It's going to get better. ”

"......" Red didn't answer, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke, "Yes, it will be okay as soon as you go." ”

It seems to be for myself.

"God, why won't you let me go!" Wilson was about to go crazy, "God knows you're abusive!"

"If you have this word in your dictionary. Morgan slammed the table, his face hideous, "Where did that ship go?!"

"Oh! it's a private boat, who knows where it's going!" Wilson replied loudly.

"Where did it go?!" Morgan saw that he had relented, so he kept going.

Wilson: "......"

"Where did he go?

"Don't you understand English?" Wilson almost roared.

This interrogation went on for a long time, but Wilson kept gritting his teeth, as if swallowing the answer in his stomach.

"Why is he so persistent?"* puzzled, "It stands to reason that it was just a clue, and he could even get some leniency for this, but he didn't say it." ”

"Either he really didn't know, or the owner of the ship was too powerful, and he was so afraid of him that he couldn't reveal a single piece of information even if he himself was wiped out. Red replied, touching his head, suddenly feeling a little irritated.

"You should rest, Spencer. * disagrees, "You're in bad spirits." ”

"......" Red tried to retort, his eyes fell on the coffee cup he was holding, but the words of rebuttal could not be spoken, and there was a sudden commotion in his chest, as if something was going to happen, "You're right, *." He frowned, "Something seems wrong with me." ”

"Oh!"

"Maybe I should go to the hotel and get some sleep. Red muttered to himself.

Gordon glanced up at him, "Let a police officer take you to the door, Spencer." ”

Red turned and walked over to the nearest officer.

The next morning, while Lance was still in bed, the doorbell rang.

Lance opened his eyes and sat up, opened the drawer next to the bed and took out the pistol inside, the doorbell did not stop, Lance lifted the quilt and did not wear shoes on his feet and arrived at the door quickly and quietly, pressed the video surveillance at the door, and saw John and Sherlock, who had just separated yesterday, standing at the door one after the other.

"You'd better have something important. Lance muttered, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him, and put them on, before opening the door.

John smiled in a friendly manner, "Good morning, Noah. ”

Lance raised an eyebrow and raised the pistol in front of the two of them, "It's been a long time since anyone knocked on my door. ”

Sherlock let out a short breath of surprise, and then walked past Lance's sideways body into the door, and John saw that Lance's face did not change before he breathed a sigh of relief and followed Sherlock into the house.

"Two pieces of sugar for a cup of coffee. Sherlock sat down on the couch unceremoniously.

Lance turned around and saw his leather shoes on the white woolen blanket, which was very eye-catching, so eye-catching that he couldn't help but squint, but think about Sherlock, I'm afraid that even if you say your dissatisfaction directly, he won't do anything for you, especially if you already have a certain friendship.

"Are you dissatisfied?" Sherlock adjusted his sitting posture as if pleased with the couch, and even tugged at him.

"If I trade my wool blanket for your smile, I'll still earn it. Lance scoffed, shoving the pistol into his pajama pocket.

John had just stepped on the carpet with one foot, and he didn't know how to react when he heard Lance's words, so he had to turn his head and look at him sneeringly. ”

John winked twice and smiled, then walked to the other side of the couch and sat down, "It's two now." ”

Lance was helpless, "All right, boys, the game of bickering is over, now can you give me a reason to get me out my pistol to meet you early in the morning?"

John looked at Sherlock the next second, "Sherlock said there was something very important. ”

Lance smiled, "Good, John, do you drink black tea?"

John nodded, and Lance got the answer and turned to go into the kitchen, first of all, he had to make Mr. Detective a cup of coffee and two pieces of candy.

By the time he came out of the kitchen with his coffee, Sherlock had already stood by the window, lifting the thick curtains and looking out, his expression slightly more focused.

Lance put the coffee cup on the table and walked into the kitchen again, this time bringing out the black tea.

"Thank you. John picked up his glass.

"I accept. Lance shrugged, "Blessed by Sherlock, I feel like I'm safe." ”

Sherlock lowered the curtains, "Obviously. ”

"Now answer my question. ”

Sherlock sat back on the couch, "You've got a list of suspects. ”

"I thought Sherlock already had it. Lance cupped his glass, "I have to say that Sherlock Holmes is unusually sharp in some ways. ”

"It's obvious. ”

"Wait!" John put down his glass, looking a little confused, "I'm going to get Sherlock to laugh at that, but what did you just say?

"Trust me, John, Sherlock won't laugh at you. Lance nodded and took a sip of his tea, "Even if he laughs at you, you can just punch him in the jaw." ”

After a pause, Lance adjusted his sitting position, "I thought you had already reported this clue to the police." ”

"I've given enough hints. Sherlock shrugged.

Lance sighed, got up and walked over to the safe and gently opened it, pulling out the file bag he had only gotten last night, "Your brother is a generous gentleman. ”

"Tsk. ”

John rolled his eyes and looked at the file bag in disbelief, "What is that?"

"The basic information of the deceased, I and Sherlock investigated the case differently, on the other hand, I can't even tell from the corpse what kind of occupation the last person she came into contact with. Lance explained, "But Sherlock can. ”

John stretched out his hand and pointed to the file bag, "Where did you get that?"

"The other Sherlock Holmes, who was very concerned about his brother's safety, so we had a very constructive conversation yesterday. Lance put the file bag on the table and joked in passing, "In exchange for not giving Sherlock a punch in his pretty face, this generous gentleman gave me basic information about the victim. ”

"This ......"

"I didn't have much interest in the daily life of little girls, so I only read the most basic information. Langston paused, "As Sherlock said, I made a list of suspects, and sadly her stepmother was on the list. "It's reassuring to know that she didn't kill the girl.

John's lips twitched as if to say something, and then he turned his head, "So Sherlock, is this what we're here early in the morning for?"

Sherlock crossed his legs in a lazy position, "Good coffee." ”

"Looks like he's just here to try my coffee." ”

"Huh?" replied to Lance with a short snort from John.

Lance felt like he was being laughed at.

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