"Is that you?"

For the first time, Agent Smith set his sights squarely on this oriental face.

Everyone thought that Smith didn't expect this Oriental to be proficient in psychological profiling, but Min Xue felt that Smith's tone of voice when he said these two words didn't seem so simple?

But if you want to say what's wrong, I really can't think of it for a while.

"Min Xue," Officer Min had to bow his head slightly to say hello.

"I know you," Agent Smith said in a surprising remark at the name, "You're Professor Min." ”

Does Agent Smith know Min Xue?

What's going on?

Also, why did he call Min Xue Professor Min?

Agent Smith's words, Kate's team did not understand, but many FBI agents had a feeling of sudden realization.

Min Xue also immediately realized something, after all, the only occasion for him to mix professors was to help the unreliable Captain Tang.

Agent Smith's next words confirm this.

"I've seen the video where you predicted the suspect to stutter in class, and I admire it very much!"

"Praise it. ”

Really...

After all, the performance in that class was filmed and posted on the Internet, otherwise how could it be in the eyes of FBI agents on the other side of the ocean?

The reason why it has not attracted widespread attention in society is mostly because of such a headless video, and non-related people don't know why and where to pay attention to it.

"It turned out to be him, I said it was a little familiar. ”

A few FBI agents in the front row exchanged heads, and their eyes were not so friendly when they looked at Min Xue.

"That's right, we were in charge of investigating the forest shooting, and we worked tirelessly for several days to catch the suspect, but after that video appeared, all the hard work instantly turned into a joke!"

These agents are still a little angry when they think about it now.

Also, so many FBI agents came to the scene and fought for several days to solve the case, and a Chinese professor stood in class and predicted it in minutes, how did this make them happy?

The abrupt change in atmosphere made Kate's group fall into confusion again.

Bunier couldn't help it at first, "What dumb riddles are you guys playing?"

FBI agents, look at me, I look at you, and no one wants to talk about this "glorious history" again.

Agent Smith shook his head, "Is it so difficult to admit your own shortcomings?" Professor Min's profile is indeed very exciting, and I plan to propose that it be incorporated into the case and become a teaching material for the next batch of profilers. ”

“......”

The Kate group was really stunned!

Write to FBI Training Tutorials?

So at first, they were more like a joke to urge Min Xue to give a psychological profile, which turned out to be a "god-level" work?

It's really a kneeling!

So, who is Min, who they have been getting along with for many days? A Chinese policeman is so famous within the FBI?

The whole Kate group is in chaos...

Unlike the bewilderment of Kate's group, the FBI agents looked like they had been struck by lightning...

What do you think, Boss?

This kind of thing is written into the training materials, isn't it to be laughed at by the younger generations?

Ask for !!

Agent Smith completely ignored the grim-faced men, who were now more interested in Min Xueqi.

"Professor Min, judging from the video, you should be a university professor, how can you appear at the Los Angeles Police Department to investigate the case?"

"University professor?" Bunier cried out, "no kidding, isn't he a Huaxia policeman?

Seeing that everyone was very curious, Min Xue explained simply, "The professor is a cameo, my job is a policeman." ”

Agent Smith seemed to have some rumors in mind, "No wonder the police exchange group from Huaxia, I was still sorry that a genius like you couldn't catch those suspects on the front line, but now it seems that there is no need for it." ”

"It's too famous, the FBI's name is world-famous," Min Xue said with a slight joke, "so now are we going to learn from those politicians?"

Smith laughed and ended the blow-off, "Indeed, the priority is to find this mad killer. ”

"Jim, how's the face restoration going?"

Back at work, Agent Smith immediately put away his smile, and his tall figure gave people a sense of perseverance and courage.

"The body in New Jersey was found to be very decomposed, and it was difficult to restore, so I tried to replace the body in the trash can here in Los Angeles, and it was going very fast, give me two more days, and it will be done. Jim, the FBI agent who had been operating the computer, replied without raising his head.

"Good, speed up!" Smith was a little anxious, he didn't know how much time the killer had left for them this time.

Maybe three days?

Maybe shorter!

Entering the working state, Kate's group finally woke up from the chaos and put Min Xue's matter aside.

"If the murderer killed people in New Jersey a week ago, and three days later he went to Los Angeles and killed two people in a row, can we check the flights back and forth during that time?" Kate suddenly suggested.

Kate's statement is not unfounded, from New Jersey to Los Angeles, across the entire North American continent, a distance of more than 4,000 kilometers in a straight line, it takes five or six hours by plane, at least more than two days by train, and as for cars, it will take even longer.

According to the murderer's itinerary, the probability of taking a plane is undoubtedly the largest.

But...

"Boss, do you know how many planes there are between New Jersey and Los Angeles every day, and how many passengers there are? It's not much different from looking for a needle in a haystack, right?" said Toby.

"Isn't there still a profile of Min and the FBI? You can always get rid of more than half of the people according to the profile," Kate stroked her hair, "Besides, the number of travelers in a week is much smaller than the total population of Los Angeles, and it's much easier to check, right?"

It makes sense that Toby didn't object again.

Agent Smith nodded to Kate and approved of her thoughts, "After taking over the case, I've already asked the people below to investigate, Jim, has the list been screened?"

Jim held up his glasses, still not looking up in front of the computer, "Boss, I'm only one person!"

"Who told us to have the highest computer level in your group?" Agent Smith shouted unceremoniously as he knew Jim's temperament.

"Oh my God, how did I get assigned to such a devil!" said Jim, and resigned himself to the battle, operating a computer with one hand and working at the same time.

Looking at the pair of hands that were rapidly tapping on the keyboard, Bunier's eyes widened, and he exaggeratedly, "Are you FBI short-funded like this? Why don't you hire a few more people?"

Hire a few more?

How many masters can there be in the entire Golden Arches?

Jim was dug up by him with great difficulty, okay?

Smith didn't want to talk to this guy at all, and turned around and told his men to do something.