Public and high-crisis places such as train stations, subway stations, and airports generally have cameras and other instruments to record what is happening in the monitoring area. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Griffith followed the passage, knocked out a few security guards along the way, and walked all the way to the surveillance room.

Queenstown is a tourist city and the airport is magnificent. This airport covers an area of more than 3,000 acres, and the construction area alone reaches more than 600,000 square meters, so there are hundreds of cameras in charge of different areas.

Griffith looked up at the dense surveillance screens hanging on the wall, and he stood in the middle of the house, slowly turning in place before heading straight for the wall in the northeast corner.

There were about thirty or forty displays embedded in the walls here, and Griffith looked up at the one a little above his head, which showed exactly the location of the second floor waiting airport area B, which was where Fenzel was before.

Griffith took control of the computer, rewinding the disk, and at about nineteen forty-five, Fenciel appeared in the waiting hall, and then, the airport announcement sounded, and shortly after, Fenciel walked out of the surveillance area and went to the public communication area.

Griffith changed four screens in a row, followed Fenkiel's path all the way to a payphone that had been stopped, gave her boss some paper, made a call, and quickly walked away.

Griffith froze the picture here, and he looked at the time in the picture to see that it was twenty-twenty-three, and according to the original plan, by this time Fenciel had already boarded the plane to Mumbai and was ready to set sail.

Griffith looked down at the watch on his left wrist, the time was 21 and 50 sharp, so an hour and 27 minutes had passed since the woman walked out of the airport.

In this world, a minute can do a lot. A management scientist once counted that 'you can read an article of five or six hundred words a minute, you can browse a daily newspaper with more than 40 pages, watch 5-10 wonderful advertising videos, run 400 meters, and do more than 20 sit-ups ......'.

For an hour and twenty-seven minutes, Griffith wasn't actually sure if it was still in time.

He glanced at Fenciel's picture on the screen again, and the woman seemed to be relieved or helped by some kind of emotion, and seemed to be much calmer and softer.

Griffith then destroys all traces of his existence, including disks and the like, before arriving at the newsstand where Fincil had been.

He picked up the phone that Fencil had been using, looked through the list of automatically recorded phone numbers on the phone, and found a phone number at 2:23.

Griffith jotted down the number, dialed it on his phone, and after two 'Didi' sounds, a young man's voice was soon heard.

The owner of the voice sounded in his twenties, and his sense of self-identity was not strong, and although he spoke loudly, Griffith was keenly aware of the suppressed emotions behind the voice, which seemed to be something called regret and fear.

"This is Gail Baester, who are you?"

Griffith changed his voice:

"Mr. Gail Baster, I am FBI Agent Cotter, and I am in charge of investigating a huge disappearance, please cooperate.

About an hour and a half ago, Fincil Nagy spoke to you on the phone and then mysteriously disappeared, do you have any information for me? ”

"What...... What bureau? ”

"FBI, answer my question, Gail."

"I have no information for feedback, sir.

Fenciel did call me, but we just gave each other a few words of advice and hung up, and my neighbors, the Finnish family, could attest to me that I hadn't been out of the house all night. ”

"Sometimes not going out doesn't make an alibi, Mr. Will. I need you to know that you're clever, and you're not playing tricks on me, it's you.

In fact, before Fincil Najib's disappearance, five young women had gone missing, all in Queenstown.

It's been three months since this case was filed, three months you know, cunning Mr. Will. Three months is enough to do enough for us to get one of the victims out safely.

Guess what we know from the victim, we know the characteristics of the murderer, what he looks like, and unfortunately, I have to tell you that in the description of the victim, we are almost certain that that person is you. ”

"No way, they're planting it...... Oh my God, I don't know anything about disappearances......" Gail's voice was visibly flustered, and he made up some wolf tricks in his own mind, so his timbre trembled a little.

"Who? Gail, you have to tell me, where is Fincil Nagy now? ”

"I ...... I can't say...... I can't say, but I swear, Fincil really isn't with me! ”

"You know what, Mr. Gale, I believe in you, I believe in your ....... However, I trust my boss and ...... Wolves don't talk as well as I do. ”

"Oh my God, you know the wolf! Oh my God, you really know everything! ”

"Tell me where Fenciel is!

If I hadn't thought something else was going on, I wouldn't have secretly called you, just grabbed you and threw you into a cell to pick up soap.

We don't have time Gail, so I've decided to give you one last chance to tell me, Fencil Nagy, where the hell is she......"

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Griffith's dedication to the performance was certainly not something that the tender Mr. Gael Basdon could resist, so he quickly confessed what he knew.

When Griffith got the information he wanted, he determined where Finch had agreed to meet Gail.

He drove there, looked left and right, and sat down next to the floor-to-ceiling window, just as Fencil had done before.

Griffith looked up at the surveillance in the restaurant, sneaked into the surveillance room while no one was paying attention, and sure enough, he found the video of Fencil being arrested.

But after the murder, the men took Fenkiel and drove away, and they could only judge that the direction of the car was northeast.

At this point, the average human or detective will get stuck or entangled. But Griffith is a causal beast that can pull the past, and many times, he doesn't need to be like a small, narrow human.

Griffith exited the restaurant and stood at the intersection where the previous car had departed.

He looked at the fading snow in the mist, and finally reached out his palm and held up a silver ball of light.

The ball of light shone twice in the mist, and then exploded in vain, turning into countless silk threads, one after the other, marking the route taken by the wolf van.

Of course, there is a price to pay for doing such a thing, Griffith watched the cause and effect point gradually disappear into the void, and finally there was a little sigh in his expression.

Fortunately, the big demon is not too stingy person, he was so sentimental for a while, and then drove the car along the silver thread, all the way to the past.

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Let's take a moment back to the old factories in the suburbs.

Fincil Najib was hung from a rusty steel beam with his hands tied with hemp rope.

Leaning down her, Steve sat in a wide, soft chair, half-raised and looking up at her.

Behind him there was a bonfire, and the rusty iron was filled with red-hot charcoal. A rough hemp rope hangs from west to east, which is a special tool used to torture women.

At this time, there was already a little brother who had stripped off his shirt, walking in with a whip and a soldering iron wet with sesame oil in his hands.

"Still don't want to say it, I can't see it, you are still a female man who values faith and righteousness."

Steve's voice came from below, but Fencil couldn't make a sound out of fear. Her body twitched and trembled, indicating that her owner was trying to calm the anxiety and uneasiness in her heart.

"I've seen more beautiful women than you. I've seen a lot of people who are more stubborn than you, but it's the first time I've seen someone who is so beautiful and so faithful, and who sticks a knife in both sides.

In this way, my birthday will be in two days, the superstition of the military advisor makes me avoid killing, and I am also a soft-eared and unassertive person, so I will obey him for the time being.

For the sake of the military advisor, I'll give you another chance. As long as you name the murderer who killed Liu Qiang, I will let you go immediately, and the loan shark matter will not be mentioned again.

Tell me now, who is it...... Kill my brother Liu Qiang! ”

Fenzil had apparently been hanging for a while, her upper limbs aching and sore, and her skin writhing as if it had been torn.

Her face was pale, she took a deep breath, and her words trembled:

"First...... Sir, you are an adult...... A large number of people, begging for ...... Please spare me, I will ...... Will pay back......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Steve stood up and walked towards the door with his back to her. Fenciel was hanging from the beams of the room, still shouting, 'Sir, sir,' when Steve waved his hand and commanded the man with the oil and the soldering iron passing by:

"Don't get killed, the limelight has been tight lately, and it's hard to explain."

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The heavy black iron door slammed shut in the footsteps of the man's fading away, and the wind and snow outside the window were cut off by the door panel, and became no longer clear, as if separated by a long distance.

But Fenciel was already feeling cold.

In the empty and towering factory, orange fires danced, reflecting everything in dark tones.

And in the midst of the beating of the flames, many things that could not be seen in the sunlight were slowly wriggling, revealing their original shapes, turning into palpitating shapes.

The shirtless man threw the soldering iron into the coals, squatted up and pulled open the drawer, and put on half of the orange-orange fireproof gloves. Fenciel hung in mid-air and looked condescendingly, the beating and elongated lights and shadows in the firelight, angular and angular, like ghosts.