Gordon didn't call them, and their speed was not very slow, and the female police officer sighed that the people from the headquarters and the branch were just different and drove the two back to BSU, and in the office, Jack and Gordon had exchanged information, and Lance walked in with a yawn.

Red handed the recorder to Gordon, who nodded and said nothing, while Jack looked at the recorder for a long time and finally looked away.

"Noah?" Gordon turned his head to see Lance dozing off in his chair, he was worried about Lance's current state.

"Huh?" Lance looked up and met Gordon's gaze, "I gave the recorder to the little doctor." ”

Gordon's eyes flashed, "He's already given it to me." ”

"Yes. Lance nodded, "The other thing is that the information about Ms. Jenny's house needs to be updated." ”

"We suspect that Mr. Fleetda is dead. He paused, "It's in the past two days." ”

"Garcia also said that Mr. Frieda was sick, but it had nothing to do with the physical aspect. Lance rested his head on the back of his chair, "Although there are many traces of the life of two people in her house, Lady Jenny is very sensitive to her father's problems, and she deliberately left his traces in the house...... However, I do not recommend that you provide him with the help of a psychiatrist. ”

“......”

“......”

With this momentum, it is appropriate to work overtime tonight, and everyone is desperate to find the murderer from these three suspects, but neither of them fits the profile.

"The profile just gives the police a general direction...... "Lance played with his turned off phone, "if it's not our mistake, then it's another possibility - we have met the legendary actor or actress." ”

No one answered.

Lance turned his head to look at Red, Red's face was not good, maybe he didn't pay attention to it, but the cyan halo that was already under his eyes was not decorative, he touched his head melon seeds, and wanted to unscrew it......

Wait a minute...... Let's salvage it.

The clues are broken again, not that as long as the FBI comes forward to solve the case, the clues are broken again and again is enough to show that they are chasing a powerful person, and the police department also has its own thoughts, and when the pressure of the personnel involved in the case reaches a certain intensity and the investment in manpower and material resources is on the verge, the bosses will start to think about whether to continue to investigate the case.

This case is driving people crazy.

Jack rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes went back and forth on the faces of the people on the scene several times, and finally stopped at Will, as if he was considering, "That's all for today, I'm going to take Abigail back tomorrow." ”

That's a good reason.

Jack paused, "If there are no surprises, it's me, Agent Lance, Dr. Hannibal, and Will you." ”

Lance raised his eyebrows, is there anything else about him?

Gordon nodded, "Yes." ”

When he woke up the next day, looking at the weather a little gloomy, Lance buried himself in the quilt and wondered if he could skip if he pretended to have a cold, but just as he was about to take a cold shower, there was a knock on the door.

Red stood in the doorway and handed him a bag of bread and a carton of milk, said 'be careful' and walked away, his back quite dashing.

Lance looked at it and thought about kneeling.

What has Rhett been stimulated by lately?

Once again, Lance, who felt that the golden finger was not in the right place, shook his head and retreated to his room, thought about it, picked up the charged mobile phone at the bedside, and turned it on.

There were no other messages and calls other than the text message he received before the shutdown last night, he licked his lips, put the bread and milk on the table, opened the milk carton and took a sip, then remembered that he hadn't brushed his teeth yet, was silent for a while, scratched his hair, and held his phone into the bathroom.

[It's been too long, I'm not happy.] Lance's eyes narrowed, and he set his phone aside and started to wash, vibrating when it was done.

He twisted his neck before pressing his phone.

[Do you know what you're doing?] his fingers moved [as a low-level person struggling or something?] This was the first time he replied after guessing the identity of the person on the other side of the text message, and he was also a little apprehensive in his heart.

Almost immediately, there was a reply.

[So happy~~ I thought I was playing standalone~ Since you responded, are you still satisfied with this game?] [From a mortal point of view, I don't think that development, society, and social activities based on life can be called games.] Lance typed such a sentence, but still did not have the courage to send it out, and the deletion became [If human life is not involved. He didn't want to anger someone who might be the ultimate boss.

But now it seems that this view is hypocritical, after all, he has already begun to try to resist, and it is really sad to think about it like this.

Lance rubbed his chin, the other party hadn't texted again, he wouldn't bite it, the phone shook between his fingers, Lance put it back in his pocket, went back to his room, ate the breakfast that Rhett had sent over, and after burping contentedly, he received a call from Jack.

Jack had come to the hotel to pick him up, and Will and Hannibal were said to have gone to the sanatorium to pick up Abigail first.

There was already a woman in Jack's car, and Lance was stunned for a moment when he saw Alana, but then he was relieved to think of the Alana he had come into contact with, a woman who was born with a sense of compassion and always insisted on playing some role similar to protection from a somewhat high angle.

"Ms. Bloom. The smile on Lance's face was soft, with the smell of a hearty big boy, and it looked very harmless.

Alanna blinked, then nodded, a smile on her face, "Mr. Lance." ”

Lance got into the car, and Jack started the car with a slight lift of his chin, just keeping an eye on the back seat from time to time.

Alanna's fingers moved, and she finally spoke first, "I'm sorry for what happened last time......"

"Yes. Lance took Alanna's words, "It's rude to interrupt you, but I don't want to hear your apology or anything like that. He paused, "Because we stand on different sides, in humanitarianism, there is nothing wrong with caring for a little girl." ”

Alanna pursed her lips, "I'm glad you could think so." ”

Lance smiled, "Actually, it's also because your external identity is a psychology professor and not a so-called psychiatrist, if you were a psychiatrist, I wouldn't want to say a word to you." ”

Alanna was struck by Lance's simple and straightforward words.

Jack coughed dryly, and to be honest, he still didn't understand the young man.

The author has something to say: Mo Niang is going to really make a move, and Lance has a big idea after sleeping all night (?).

Recently, I was paying off my debts, and the setting of the essay I wrote was a little blurred, so I went to read the original book, and my face was ...... bloody.

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