Madrigal sat bored in the reception room of the New York City Police Department's 16th Precinct. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His eyes were fixed on the clock hanging on the wall, silently watching the second hand move.

"Click~"

The door to the parlor was opened.

Alex walked in with a pale face, sweat still on his forehead. Behind him walked a female detective.

"Alan!" Alex happily called out the name of the madrigal. "Thank you for being able to pick me up here. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have to take the subway back to school alone after taking the notes.

Madrigal walked up and gave Alex a hug. He turned to Detective Becket on the side and asked, "Detective Becket, can we leave now?"

Kate Beckett said expressionlessly, "Of course, you can leave now. ”

"But don't leave New York. Castel suddenly interjected from the side in a somber tone.

The corners of Beckett's eyes twitched, but he still added to Castel's words: "It's best not to go far for a week, we may have additional information for your assistance." ”

Alex nodded and followed Madrigal into the elevator.

"WOW! I can only say one thing, WOW!" Castel suddenly shouted in Beckett's ear with some excitement. This can't be blamed on him, as a successful writer who has been on the New York Times bestseller list many times, being able to meet such a wonderful and dramatic case in real life is simply putting the delicacies in front of the gourmet.

Beckett didn't roll his eyes at Castel this time. She was also shocked by the story Alex had just told in the interrogation room.

The seven tapes record the life of a poor girl and are also direct evidence of the three victims in this case.

Although the three victims were also perpetrators, the only thing Beckett wanted to do now was to immediately arrest the director of the voice on the fourteenth tape, which was the duty of a law enforcement officer who had sworn "serve-and-protect".

on the car.

Alex sat silently in the co-pilot's seat, staring straight ahead in a daze.

Madrigal stopped the car and waited for the red light at the intersection ahead.

"Are you alright, Alex?" asked Madrigal, a little worried. Alex's half-dead appearance really worries Madrigal, who is afraid that he will toss mental illness such as depression.

Madrigal's original intention was to punish the three Blacks, not to hurt Alex.

Alex turned his head slowly. His eyes were full of confusion, and the corners of his eyes shimmered with crystalline droplets, and he didn't know whether he was asking Madrigal or himself. "Do you think I killed Hannah?" his voice was hoarse.

No, of course not!!

Madrigal wanted to shout out loud. It's not Alex's fault, and Hannah isn't Alex's fault!

But he couldn't.

He was just an outsider who had nothing to do with this time, he never knew Hannah Baker, and he didn't have any grudges with Blake, Marcus, etc. He, Alan Mu, is just a Columbia student who is about to complete his undergraduate degree in counseling in two years, coincidentally a roommate of Alex in the computer science department who was caught up in this crazy case.

"Who is Hannah?"

This is the question he asks in reality.

Alex came back to his senses and smiled wryly. "It's a long, complicated story. ”

"The last thing I need right now is time. Madrigal said, looking into Alex's eyes.

He's very serious.

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XXXX state XXX longitude XXX latitude.

Like the endless prairie in all American Westerns, herds of cattle and sheep are grazing leisurely on the vast meadows. Incidentally, you can see a house that provides shelter for the herders who work here.

But the underground of the steppe is a completely different scene.

These herders are not just herders either.

If one looks down at the reinforced concrete, they will see that most of the grassland has been transformed.

The fourth floor of the base.

Michael walked down the aisle with a serious face. Anyone who met him on his way straightened up and saluted Michael.

He is the chief instructor of this base, and he has almost supreme power.

"Drop"

After passing multiple inspections, the iron door opened in front of Michael.

The boisterous but orderly human voice filled Michael's ears in an instant.

He walked in quickly, and the iron door closed silently behind him.

This is the general command room of the "base", and they are now on a mission.

Michael walked up to a man with an intercom headset in his right ear and patted him on the shoulder.

The man looked quickly at Michael. His eyes were very sharp, as if he could see through everyone's secrets. His golden hair shimmered with dazzling brilliance like the rising sun, matching his wheat-colored skin just right.

"What's the matter, Michael?"

The man's magnetic voice rang out in the command room.

Michael said coldly, "We have a new mission, Birkhoff. ”

A flash of fire flashed in Burkhoff's ice-blue eyes.

He loves the feeling of intoxication after each mission is completed.

He is a Shadow-Walker, an Assassin of the Network and an Emperor of the Shadows.

(PS: Ahhh!!h ┑(￣Д￣)┍。。。 One of the author's favorite actors. ）