Madrigal flipped through her phone a little boredly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He constantly switches between social media such as Twitter and so on, watching all kinds of news at random. Madrigal didn't want to know that so-and-so was pregnant and divorced, he just didn't have anything else to do to pass the time.

Madrigal had been sitting on this cold iron chair for nearly an hour and a half.

In this small interrogation room, the monitor on his head, the intercom on the table, and the one-way mirror facing Madrigal all remind Madrigal that he is now in the San Francisco Police Department, and there must be many people watching him on the side of this one-way mirror.

It's like a zoo crowd watching giant pandas.

Pastoral is actually still a bit confused until now.

This morning, Madrigal was called out of the classroom by the teacher, and then two detectives wearing police uniforms with the initials of the San Francisco Police Department stood in front of Madrigal and told him that he needed to go to the San Francisco Police Department now, and they found some new clues that needed Madrigal's help. As a minor, the police could not interrogate him without a guardian or supervisor. But because Madrigal was not arrested, but was invited to the San Francisco Police Department under the pretext of assisting in the investigation, the school teachers could not stop the two detectives from being invited. The school teacher called Muge's parents as soon as possible, but Mu Cong and Zhang Man were on a business trip to Los Angeles because of work, and there was no flight at 6 p.m. at the earliest.

Then Madrigal sat in this interrogation room.

Madrigal was in a state of stupidity for a second before he sat down in his seat. He kept thinking about what went wrong that would have allowed the police to find a new clue.

Did you leave fingerprints?

It couldn't be, not to mention that he wore gloves the whole time, and to be on the safe side, Madrigal put a layer of finger sleeves on each finger.

Is it leaving DNA?

No, it won't. Even if he accidentally left behind hair, skin dandruff, or hair follicles or something, there is no way that the police system has his DNA information, and he doesn't even have a traffic ticket.

Could it be that there is surveillance that he did not find out?

It's really hard to tell. If there were monitors such as pinhole cameras hidden everywhere he committed the crime, and there was no internet, then there was a real chance that he would have ignored them...

In the next few crimes, because the police in various places increased the intensity of night patrols, he still put on makeup to disguise himself when he committed crimes. But the first few times ...

Madrigal was anxious in her mind analyzing the reasons for his possible exposure.

Despite his professional training, Madrigal is still very nervous. Just like no matter how well you usually practice, you may suddenly turn off the fire when you get to the second subject, and the serpentine road may also press the line, and Madrigal is now like a high school student who has studied for three years and has stepped into the college entrance examination room.

Everything seems so unreal.

His breathing unconsciously intensified, and his frequency increased.

In order to alleviate this anxiety, Madrigal took out her mobile phone and kept refreshing the information on the social app. Because Madrigal was not formally arrested or detained, the San Francisco Police Department officers did not confiscate Madrigal's phone.

The phone was filled with text messages from Mu Cong and Zhang Man, and after Madrigal replied to the text messages, telling them to "don't worry, I wasn't arrested, I just assisted the police", and the phone finally stopped vibrating.

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Outside the interrogation room.

Just as Madrigal thought, behind the one-way mirror stood full of people.

The BAU team is all on the side, and on the San Francisco Police Department side are Superintendent Jonathan, Jerry, Zach, and Edward.

"What do you think?"

Hodge looked at the madrigal in the interrogation room and asked everyone.

"It's ordinary, like the average person, with some anxiety. ”

Biting his lips, shaking his right leg, and glancing left and right are a textbook expression of anxiety. ”

。。。。。

Everyone was talking about their opinions.

Hodge listened in silence.

His mind couldn't help but go back to the conference room at Mekbailey High School a few months ago.

A strange feeling came to my heart involuntarily.

"Hello, is anyone there? I've been waiting here for almost an hour and a half!" Madrigal's voice came from the interrogation room.

Madrigal stood in front of the door of the interrogation room, banging the door with her hand, hoping to attract anyone's attention.

Hodge pinched the folder he was holding.

"JJ, come in with me and we'll have a guided interrogation. ”

JJ nodded and followed behind Hodge.

Hodge's hand rested on the handle of the door to the interrogation room.

We are about to start our second meeting, Alan Mu.

(PS: Night Chapter 2)