"Smack~"

The iron dormitory door was rudely opened. Because of the relationship between too much force, the iron door and the wall have an intimate contact.

Madrigal walked quickly to his seat.

Nikita followed Courtney back to her dorm. Courtney was terrified, although not all women scream and collapse in this situation, and some girls can even cope better than most men, but unfortunately, Courtney belongs to the type of blonde and blue-eyed girl in horror movies. Her spirit was on the verge of a breakdown, which forced Nikita to follow her to prevent Courtney from doing anything irrational.

[45 minutes in hand]

Pastoral looked at his watch, feeling a little anxious, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

Nikita told them to be as active together as possible, and on the way back, they decided to follow Operation Madrigal and Alex - none of the others had to go to class, except for Madrigal and Alex who needed to take the perverted professor's exam.

The boot music of Windows is finished.

Although Macs are becoming more and more popular nowadays, Windows is still in an unshakable position. Some professional software doesn't support Mac at all, not to mention the dual-system operation of Mac, which is a lot of tears.

[The next operation of the "Order" will begin soon, and I must take advantage of the limited time I have now to remove Alex and I from this mission.] 】

Madrigal opened several pieces of software hidden in the computer.

"When you are targeted by the police and treated as a suspect, is there any way to get rid of the police entanglement most quickly?"

Madrigal's mind conjured up a question that Hannibal had asked when he had trained him in the spirit world.

[The best way is to give the police a new suspect.] 】

The madrigal's lips silently repeated Hannibal's teachings.

[Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen Hannibal~~]

Throwing out some things in his mind that he didn't want to close, Pastoral's eyes were full of fine light. With less than forty minutes to go, he needs to give it his all and finish a clue that looks flawless, at least on the surface.

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NYPD 16 Precincts.

Javier-Esposito was filling out the report with a sad face. The work of a police detective is not limited to field work, or in front of the media, paper-work also occupies a large part of the working time of police detectives.

He picked up a cup of coffee and prepared it to refresh himself.

"Dididi~"

Javier's mailbox alert rang.

Javier took a sip of his coffee and clicked on his mailbox. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the smell of coffee brightened his mood.

"Dear Detective Esposito, please take a good look at the attachment, we think it will be very helpful for the case you are working on now. Your true friend, Anoymous. ”

What the?!

Javier choked on the unfinished coffee in his mouth. But he didn't care about the slightest physical discomfort, and the mental shock caused his brain to feel unreal, mixed with excitement and surprise.

He desperately wanted to stand on his desk and yell at him to let everyone know that he had a new clue about the high-profile case. But his reason stopped him from acting.

What if it's a prank? What if this so-called clue turns out to be not a clue?

Javier's feverish mind calmed down.

He took a deep breath and clicked on the attachment from Anoymous.

Javier's right hand trembled, slowly scrolling the mouse. His eyes lit up, like an eagle flying above the nine heavens, staring at an antelope running on land, not missing a single detail.

Thirty minutes passed.

Javier let out a sigh.

This rigorous logic and evidence made him have to admit that this was indeed the smoking-gun in this case.

Javier brought in Beckett and Kevin-Ryan.

"You said you found a very important clue?"

Beckett asked, slightly skeptical.

The corners of Javier's mouth turned up slightly, and he said a little proudly: "That's right, but in fact, I can't say that I found it, this clue was packed and sent to the door." ”

Javier opened the email and showed it to Beckett and Kevin.

“Anonymous？？！！”

Beckett cried out in surprise as she looked at her, but she laughed out loud.

“Anoymous。。。 Are you serious?"

Javier's face was a little red, but he calmly showed the attachment to the two of them.

(PS: It's finally the hundredth chapter.,Sprinkle flowers~~ As a hobby,It's not easy to write hereO(∩_∩)O~~ The author knows that what is written in the middle is a bit collapsed.,After all, what is written now has deviated from the outline of 108,000 miles┑( ̄Д ̄)┍Let's follow the author to experience the world.,After all, there are really too few books about American dramas at the starting point/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~)