"Bait?". Theresa said, "With your exaggerated ability to deduce, how much could it be a trap?"

"This guy knows human nature very well, you know this, you can see it in the church incident: James, Catherine, Wayne, their personalities this guy can predict, of course, their respective personalities are definitely different, he will not understand as thoroughly, but human nature has commonalities, so he can do this!". Sean said.

"What's the connection between the trap and this? You mean, this little notebook he deliberately left behind was to make us do something he had anticipated?" Theresa said with a frown.

"Yes, but that's just a possibility, after all, there are always very few geniuses in this world, and if he thinks of everything, he won't leave such important clues, such as his appearance, which will simply leak him completely. Sean said.

"Mr. Psychologist, analyze why he did this, and what kind of mentality is this?" asked Theresa.

"It must be something, or something that has happened to him in the recent past, that made him think this way and put it into action. ”。 Sean said: "There are several situations that can lead to dramatic changes in mentality, such as the departure of a loved one, or the loss of thousands of family fortunes overnight. Or if you have some kind of incurable disease, etc., etc., etc., will make a person change dramatically in a short period of time. We haven't found out who this person is yet, so as far as we know so far, his illness may be the trigger for the whole thing. If that's the case, I suspect he may have an incurable disease like lung cancer. That's what makes him the serial killer he is now!, of course, I'm talking about what is known so far. ”。

"Yes!. Theresa said, "Wait, with his appearance, we'll find out who he is." ”

The two of them are doing analysis and hypotheses of various situations: this is the case for investigation, and there is not a sentence that says: "Make bold assumptions and be careful to verify". This is also a critical step in the investigation of the case.

Finally, the search for this large warehouse was completed, and Eisenhower came to the black jeep of GC 4 and said, "This is a thorough search. No, but we found this!"

With that, he handed Trisa an item in his hand.

Theresa reached out and took it, but it was a pill that he had placed in his evidence bag. said, "Okay, thank you!".

Sean and Eisenhower also met, and it was Eisenhower who gave him support when he was protecting witnesses. And that case has already been tried twice, and it is estimated that it is about to be finalized.

Eisenhower and Sean greeted each other, and then the former left. After the search is over, there is no one here to do anything, their special service team is specially used to attack, and it is not their responsibility to analyze the case.

Theresa stopped a colleague from the forensic department from the open car window, handed the pill out, and said, "Take it back for testing." ”。

"Okay!". said the forensic section.

"What else did you find while searching?" Theresa asked.

"There are also a few very bits and pieces, which are used to fix the victim, and we have collected them, and we plan to go back and test them to see if we can find fingerprints or something. ”。 The Assurance Section said at the same time.

"Notify me when the result is available!". Theresa said.

"Don't worry!". After saying this, the forensic expert got into his car and left.

"Let's go, too!" said Sean, "It's almost noon, and I'll treat you to a big meal." ”

"You'd better have a big meal in your mouth than ten dollars!!" said Theresa.

"Of course!" said Sean, "you have to trust me, drive after me!". With that, Sean got out of the car and walked to his Audi.

With the start, the throttle under your feet is tapped, and you slowly drive forward. Theresa followed him in a jeep.

"Your feast is ...... It's so chic!". Theresa said as she ate her pizza.

That's right! Sean took her to the pizzeria and asked for a pizza with toppings, ten dollars more than usual.

Sean took a bite of the thick layer of pizza and felt that the ingredients were refreshing. The mouthful is filled with the smell of ham, cheese, etc., and completely overwhelms the taste of the lower dough, and it feels simply amazing.

"At least you've never eaten pizza this thick、,。 Sean said.

"yes!". As soon as Theresa replied, her phone rang, and when she picked it up, it was Keeley.

Theresa...... Well, let's go on this afternoon!" Theresa hung up after a few words, and then said to Sean, "Nothing!"

"Keeley?". Sean asked.

"Yes, they walked through a few shops and companies, and there were surveillance cameras outside, but they haven't found anything yet!" Theresa said.

"Well, let's go see Wayne in the afternoon!" Sean said.

"Okay!". Theresa said, "It is estimated that his injuries have stabilized!"

Since Wayne was injured, Sean had visited him twice, and he also gave him a cake for his recovery from various diseases, and now the situation is just as Trissa said, stable dìng. It's just that the sentence of 100 days of breaking muscles and bones is still very reasonable, although his chest was stopped after being touched by the chainsaw just a little, but even so, the bones are worn out, and the surrounding area is also shattered by the crazy spinning electric hammer.

But Wayne has a strange phenomenon, Sean has not said it to anyone, but he has asked the forensic department to help him deal with it at the same time, it is a laboratory point, but because the forensic department has a lot of work to do recently, it needs to be "numbered"

When the two of them arrived at the hospital, they saw Wayne lying on the bed, staring at the sky in a daze, as if a man would only have something when he was thinking very seriously about something.

"What do you want?". Sean carried a fruit basket that he had bought for him on the way, and walked in with Theresa.

Clark frowned, his head didn't seem to turn for a while, and after a while, he looked at Sean and the others with a sudden realization, and said with a smile: "I didn't think about anything, I was thinking about what gifts you would bring when you came to see me again." ”。

"Then you must be disappointed!". Theresa was not polite, sat directly on the seat next to her, and said, "Only some fruit!"

Somewhere in the United States......

The flight made one last dash forward on the runway in front of the city's airport building, slowly moving a few feet and not moving. The engine went off for a few seconds, then stopped as well. Within a few minutes, the gangway had been placed, and the passengers rushed out, nodding goodbye to the flight attendants at the hatch and walking down.

On the lookout in the terminal building, a blond-haired man pushed his sunglasses to his forehead to scrutinize the passengers stepping off the plane. The queue of passengers descending the stairs was the sixth group he had observed this morning.

In the warm sun, the lookout was full of people picking up the airport, and everyone was trying to find the person they were waiting for. So the actions of our "observer" did not attract any attention.

When the thirteenth traveler came out and straightened up in the sunlight, the people on the platform began to cheer up, staring at the new traveler as he descended the stairs.

The traveler appeared to be from England and looked like a teacher, dressed in an old-fashioned gray suit with a school badge pinned to his left chest.

He was nearly fifty years old, with medium-length gray hair brushed back from his forehead, but his countenance was younger: tall, broad-shouldered, and he looked in good shape, almost the same size as the man who had observed him on the platform.

As passengers lined up to enter the lobby for passport control and customs clearance, the blonde man tucked his binoculars into the leather briefcase beside him. Then, closing his briefcase, he quietly turned and walked through the glass door and down the stairs into the main hall.

Fifteen minutes later, the English teacher walked out of the customs hall with a travel bag and a suitcase. It seems that no one picked him up, so he changed some money at the bank counter first.

But as he emerged from the main hall and boarded the airline's airport bus to a place in the city, the blonde man was a few steps behind him, carrying a briefcase, as if they had arrived in the same car.

When he arrived, the British teacher stopped for a few minutes to unload his suitcase from the luggage trailer at the back of the bus, then passed the desk and walked towards the arrow sign with the word taxi on it. At the same time, the blonde man came around the back of the bus, crossed the bus stop, and walked towards the employee parking lot.

He parked his car there beforehand. He threw his briefcase in the passenger seat of the sports car, drove it to the left side of the bus stop and stopped against the wall. Under the vault supported by the pillar on the right, there is a long line of waiting taxis, from which he can get an unobstructed view.

The British teacher got into a third taxi, pulled into a street, and drove off to the bridge in front of him. Sports cars are not far behind.

The taxi dropped the teacher off in front of a small cozy hotel on this street.

The sports car drove past the entrance of the hotel, and after a few minutes it found a vacant spot on the other side of the street and stopped. The blonde man locked his briefcase in the trunk, bought a midday edition of the evening newspaper at the market's newsstand, and was back in front of the hotel within five minutes.

He waited for another twenty-five minutes or so before Ying Lao Hua came downstairs and handed the room key to the front desk service lady. She hung up the key, which dangled on the hook for a few seconds.

The man in the armchair in the antechamber was obviously waiting for a friend, and when the English teacher entered the dining room, he lowered the newspaper in his hand a little and saw that the number of the key was forty-seven.

After a few more minutes, when the front desk lady returned to the back office to confirm a restaurant reservation for another guest, no one noticed that the blonde man in sunglasses had slipped quietly upstairs.

The door to Room Forty-Seven was so tightly closed that it could not be opened with a two-inch-wide piece of metal, and with the kind of elastic knife, the blonde man finally pushed the cylinder of the spring-loaded lock open.

The British teacher just went downstairs for lunch, and the passport was on the table next to him.

When the blonde man returned to the hallway, it was less than thirty seconds before and after. He did not touch the teacher's cheque holder, in order to convince the British teacher that he had just forgotten his passport somewhere, without evidence of theft.

The teacher took a long time to finish his coffee, and the blonde man was long gone.

Later in the afternoon, the teacher sued the hotel manager that his passport was missing.

The manager searched the room and pointed out to the English teacher that all his belongings were intact, including his wallet containing traveler's checks. He judged and persuaded the unknown guest from these aspects that he must have left his passport somewhere on the journey without calling the police to come to the hotel.

The English teacher was very talkative, and he didn't know the place well in a foreign country, so although he didn't think so, he agreed with the manager. So the next day, he reported the loss of his passport to the British consulate, which issued him a travel pass to stay in the United States for two weeks.

He never thought about it again. The staff at the consulate who issued the travel pass filed the lost passport with the name "Morburne, Quentin, Pell" and then left it alone. And this blonde man, the methods he used were almost the same as those used by Jin Feng not long ago.

But the blonde man didn't think it was safe, because this time he was tasked with assassination, which was the most dangerous and profitable business in the field of assassins.

If successful, he will receive a large pension~

Fifty million euros.

A day later, an international student from France had a similar experience. He flew from Paris to the city and cashed his first traveler's check with his passport at the MRT counter in the airport building.

After he was done, he put the money in the inside pocket of his jacket and his passport in a zippered pouch and tucked it into his leather pouch.

A few minutes later, in order to greet the porter, he put the handbag down for a while, and after three seconds the bag was gone. At first he blamed the porter, who led him to the airline's information desk, which in turn told him to go to the nearest police officer in charge of airport security. The latter took him to the office, where he told the officer what had happened to him.

After some investigation, it was ruled out that other passengers had taken it by mistake. The incident was documented as a deliberate theft.

For this theft of bags in public, the police officer can only apologize to him and express regret.

The student named Bavajaya then went to the local consulate to declare his passport missing, and then received a travel certificate so that he and his "exchange student" friends could return to France after a month's vacation in the city. The consulate also registered the lost passport and reported it to the United States authorities. But the two agencies then put the matter behind them. Because this kind of thing has happened too much, no one will chase it to the end, if it is a trace, tens of thousands of police forces, I'm afraid there is no need to do anything else.

No one knows how many passengers were followed by the blonde man as they stepped out of the cabin and down the gangway in the airport's two international arrivals buildings. Although the two lost passports were of different ages, they had some commonalities.

They were all about 1.85 meters, with broad shoulders, slender figures, brown eyes, and very similar in appearance to the silent stalker. The difference is that Mr. Pell is fifty years old, gray-haired, and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses: Bahvajaya is twenty-four years old, with dark brown hair.

The blonde man was on his apartment desk, studying the faces of the two men for a long time. He spent the whole day going to a prop clothing store, an optical shop, a men's clothing store, and a counter specializing in locally produced clothing.

He also ordered brown contact lenses and a suit: a pair of black Nike shoes, a T-shirt and shorts, white pants, and a sky blue trench coat, but he carefully removed the logos of all three clothes.

New ......

Jin Feng and Demi were sitting in a taxi, and the car was crossing the bridge at this time: Demi looked very excited today, although she was already a mother of two children, but after the plane landed, Jin Feng felt that Demi had returned to her childhood, and even clamored to let herself, in the hands of a street performance clown, buy a cotton huā candy.

He didn't mind the age difference between his wife and himself, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, only people without faith would think so. But Jin Feng never mentioned it, and even in his mind, the age difference never appeared.

Entering the Little Manhattan district, in front of a star-rated hotel, the taxi stopped, and the waiter moved the luggage of the two people into the room they had booked a long time ago. For this, Jin Feng paid him two small denominations.

Serbia and Montenegro Republic, the capital......

"You've been fighting for this right for years in a row, but they don't appreciate it! Are you going to go this year?" A person who looks like a think tank just happens to persuade himself to be a shrewd, decisive, and brave boss.

"Do you know who said the best speech?" said the boss without answering, "It doesn't matter if you don't know, because it doesn't matter who it is!" But that speech was considered by everyone to be the best speech of the year: but it was only three sentences!"

"What?". The think tank doesn't know what his boss means.

"Never give up, never give up, never give up!

So I go for it every year, and it's the same this year, at least I'm going to see our overseas Chinese in the Republic of Serbia and Montenegro, and I promised them last year that I'll visit them again this year!" said a man with a heavy mustache, sitting at an old desk, sonorously and powerfully.

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