Mr. Hans seems to be a very traditional American country man, with a majestic physique, a beard that can cover half of his face, and a clear rejection of extroverts who come to the door, but he can also stand up for the big things and play his role as a man.

Truth be told, Lance admires this kind of person, because if you can show enough kindness and don't want to offend, they will at best adopt an indifferent attitude, which can be much better for the pretending to be flattering.

Benny tried to comfort Mrs. Hans, but it seemed that the more she talked, the redder Mrs. Hans's eyes became, which was counterproductive.

Red is not good at socializing with other people, every time he wants to open his mouth, he will be interrupted by Benny's next words, Lance watched from the side and couldn't help frowning, he raised his head to Mr. Hans, who had a cold face but couldn't hide his haggardness, nodded, "Since that's the case, we don't want to waste any other time, can you take us to Bovey's room?"

Mr. Hans looked up, and the door behind him was open, "at any time." With that, he glanced at Benny and Mrs. Hans, who were still standing in the courtyard, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Red glanced at Lance and led the way into the room, followed by Lance.

Mr. Hans lowered his eyes and entered the house, and then led the way without saying a word.

Both Lance and Red were looking at the furnishings of the house, as it came out of the table, and the décor of the house was full of rustic style, and there was even a deer's head hanging on top of the living room stove.

"Your family is hunting?" asked Lance.

"Does this have anything to do with finding my son?" replied Mr. Hans, with a loud voice.

"No offense sir. "Just to understand the daily life of Bovey, we're the BAU organization of the FBI, and we study human behavior." ”

"We study the victim's family to understand their daily behavior, so that we can extend our understanding of the suspect's psychology or deduce some key information about the suspect. ”

"I don't understand your ones. Mr. Hans gasped hard, "But it would be nice if I could help." ”

Bovey's room was upstairs, and there was a small wooden sign hanging from the door, with Bovey's full name written on it.

Mr. Hans stretched out his hand and opened the door, "Go in." ”

Lance and Red glanced at each other, and the two walked into Beauvey's room, and the moment the door was closed, Lance saw Mrs. Hans hurrying up and a hint of blame, "How can you ......"

How can two strangers enter her son's room, and her son has been missing for a long time?

Lance hooked the corners of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" Red blinked.

Lance was stunned, usually in this case, Red should not care about this, well, in fact, Lance is not sure if he really understands the people around him, because people are the most elusive creatures in the world, including himself.

"I'm just speculating maliciously, but Mrs. Hans already thinks in her heart that Beauvey is dead. ”

Red's hand paused as he touched the window frame, "Obviously, but Mr. Hans hasn't given up, and we won't give up." ”

Lance smiled, "Of course. With that, he turned his attention to Bovey's room.

Bowei is a child of seven or eight years old, but the room is neat and excessive, the cups on the bed are folded well, the wardrobe is opened, the clothes in it are also very well sorted, and even the books on the small desk are neatly arranged.

It's not like a child's room, or in other words, it's not a room that a child can clean.

"Well, it seems that Mrs. Hans comes every day to help Bovey tidy up his room. Red turned around, his brown eyes flashing with emotion, "Listen, if you're an eight-year-old......"

"Why not yourself?" Lance picked up a book on his desk and flipped through it, then put it down and picked up the next one.

"When I was eight years old...... I ...... when I was eight years old."

"Okay, stop. Lance raised his left hand and spread the book on the table as he continued to flip through, "Doctor, doctor, I'm an eight-year-old kid. ”

"......" Red pursed his lips and coughed dryly, "Okay, basically, an eight-year-old should have the ability to think independently. ”

"Uh-huh, I've been remembering things since I started. "Lance Interface," an eight-year-old elementary school child can already form a gang at school. ”

"Is that so?"

"At least in the orphanage, if an eight-year-old doesn't join a camp, he won't even be able to eat potatoes for lunch. Lance waved his hand, "Let's go ahead, Doctor, an eight-year-old kid who can think for himself." ”

And with his mother taking care of his daily life, his * is almost transparent. Red frowned, "I didn't find anything superfluous. ”

"Don't think of a child's secrets as superfluous. Lance chuckled twice, "Their creativity and imagination are enough to amaze adults." He closed the spread book, "So we're going to find a place now, a place where we can hide the boys' little secrets and not be discovered by the searchlights." ”

"Yes. Red nodded, "Did you find anything?"

"Of course. Lance tilted his head, "I didn't see his diary, and I didn't even write anything else in the book, either the tutor was very strict, or the ......"

Red raised an eyebrow, "But how do we find that place?" ”

"Where did the Doctor hide things when he was young?" Lance asked, looking up suddenly.

"Huh?" Red froze.

"Okay. Lance grinned, "I've noticed that there is a clock in the living room, especially in a place like this, and their routines are very regular, so Bovey can play with his friends for a while outside of class." ”

"He'll be back then. ”

"Generally speaking, when children get something new or have something fun, they will have their own way to express it, such as collecting some 'trophies' or something else. The corners of Lance's mouth curled even wider, and he slowly approached the bed, "His room is too 'clean', unless Mrs. Hans clears those things, or he has another 'stronghold' outside, but a child of this age can't help but want to hide his favorite things that hide secrets closer to himself." ”

Glancing at Red, Lance lay down on the edge of the bed and reached out and felt his hand under the bed near the corner of the bedside table, "The air isn't great, but it's ......" his arm stretched forward again, then chuckled, "I seem to have found something." ”

Started with the cold touch peculiar to metal, and it was a boxy box.

"Uh-huh, it should be a cookie box. ”

Rhett walked over almost immediately, crouched down and caught the box that Lance had figured out, "Indeed. ”

He raised an eyebrow and opened it.

Some marbles, some colored paper, and some small coins, which were probably all the child's possessions.

Lance got up from the ground and dusted off his body, "I know that no matter how hardworking a person is, even if he can wipe under the bed, he will miss that piece." ”

"It's magical. ”

"Of course, my breakfast cookies back then were tucked away there. ”