When James walked into the police station, he was greeted by a round of applause, not for him, of course. James walked over to his partner Curson and raised his chin at the man who was being pushed inside by two cops, "Who?"

Detective Corson slapped his reddened palms as he answered James's question, "Still an escaped prisoner." Cousson pouted, "The Boss said that every time you catch one, you have to 'give a warm welcome'!"

James lost interest. Because of the influence of escaped prisoners on public opinion, the pressure on the Patton police has been great, and almost everyone has mobilized in the past few days to search for fugitives. Everyone is tired, and it's just a small morale boost.

Before the applause was over, I saw the boss of the police station, Director Cologne, appear at the top of the stairs, arrange his coat and tie, and walk outside the police station, obviously to show his face to the media and show his merits.

James tugged at the corners of his mouth and flipped through a document on his desk, his tone not very good, "The most important thing hasn't been found yet, what is there to say to those reporters." Robert's picture was nailed to the first page of the document, and James glanced at it, tugging at the corners of his mouth, and his face was gloomy.

Corson applauded until Director Cologne left, then shook his pink hand and looked at his partner impatiently, "What's the most important thing!

That being said, Curson's face is as gloomy as James's, and this Robert is simply a ghost!

At that time, because of Herman's pressure, the case was hastily closed, and now I really want to arrest it again, only to find out how pitiful the information I had before was so poor!

The most effective way to search for fugitives in the city is to start with the relatives and friends of the fugitives, and most of the people who have been arrested have secretly contacted their families and have been caught by the police. But this Robert's social relationship is simply a blank slate!

Not a Patton person in the first place, the results of the investigation in connection with the place of birth are. This guy's family, except for himself, has all been killed in an accident a long time ago, and his place of residence, friends and occupation are unknown...... How can this be checked?

Wanted notices have been issued long ago, and the city border gates, railway stations, and ports have all been staffed, but a few days have passed, and there is no news at all!

In this way. There is no way to do it except give up.

I'm afraid that the director foresaw this situation, and first stirred up the credit for the arrest of others, and weakened the impact of missing the most critical one.

It is indeed the most critical one.

Judging from the confessions of the people who have been captured, the leader of the escape is this Robert, and he is very temporary! This murderer seems to be very aware of the internal problems of the prison and the procedures for dealing with the incident.

While the rainstorm bursts the sewers and the prison is dealing with an emergency, he seizes the gap. The prisoners were instigated, riots were unleashed, and this escape was eventually caused.

Many of the contents of the confession made the police a little helpless. For example, 'In the middle of the night, when the guards hurried out of the duty room, Robert said that the sewer must have exploded......' when asked. Why is it that when he is so sure, the prisoner answers? Because a month ago, it happened once. ’

Then he told us to start destroying the water pipes in the prison and completely flooding the place before the sluice gates were closed......

By the time the guards found out about the situation and came to stop us, we were all ready. The goal is the key......

'I'm going out next month, but everybody is coming out of the cell, so am I going back to my drowning bed?'

......

Curson threw away the information, it was useless to look at it, and there was no other way than to waste time now. Luckily. There is no need for their detectives to do this kind of thing. Corson pulled his coat on the back of his chair, and he didn't put it on, hanging it on his forearm, "I'm not going to spend it here, what about you?"

James looked at the time, he didn't have the cheekiness of an old detective like Cowson, he had just arrived, and he was embarrassed to leave immediately, "I'll wait a while." ”

Coulson pouted, "You might as well hang out outside, maybe you can bump into an unlucky guy, stay here, you can't do!"

James thought for a moment, nodded, and just got out of his chair with his hot ass and walked out with Curson.

"That's right. James suddenly remembered something, "The person in charge of the asylum over there, is there any news?"

Cousson had forgotten about it, and thought for a moment, "Doesn't seem to have called me." He waved his hand, "Whatever it is, someone is already there anyway." No one is looking for trouble, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

James pouted and asked no more, but he had an idea to pass the time. Three hours of psychotherapy, there is just nothing to do now, to mix it up. lest you have to wait for something to do and have to 'sign in' again.

He told Corson to go first, returned to his desk, and called Browning's office.

The person who answered the phone was a very young female assistant, who was a little embarrassed to hear James's request to move the afternoon appointment to the present. However, James moved out that he was a police officer, and his free time was extremely rare, and he insisted on the present.

The female assistant was also helpless, and after consulting Dr. Browning, she agreed.

James himself knew that he had a bad impression of Dr. Browning, and he deliberately flattered him, and made up for it, bringing with him coffee that was often rubbed by Cowson when he arrived.

Unlike the last time it was dark on a rainy night, this time it was a sunny morning, and it was bright in the office. The beige curtains are pulled open, and the abundant light makes the interior lines appear softer, making it a perfect place to talk to the heart.

Facing the floor-to-ceiling window, Emilia turned around and looked at James as he walked in. Without any expression, he took the coffee handed by James and put it aside, "Nice gesture, thank you." ”

James pursed his lips and sat down on the couch where he had sat for three hours last time.

Then there was silence.

Emilia seemed a little absent-minded, not even looking at her patient, and kept shaking the pen in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

James was a little uncomfortable, originally to deliberately show that he cooperated with the treatment, looking at the other party intently, waiting for the other party to ask questions. Now I find that the doctor's gaze is not here at all, but it looks like I am peeping at the other party.

James looked away, bored and could only look indoors.

This office was strange to James when he first arrived. The furnishings are like putting the living room and office of ordinary people together.

On the walls are certificates showing Emilia Browning's professional abilities, as well as photos of relaxing life and scenery.

The sofa he was sitting on at this time was not at all as hard as in James's attic, deliberately embarrassed for the sake of art. Rounded lines, warm colours and soft cushions all add to a sense of relaxation.

There is a faint fruity aroma in the space, which is relaxing in the middle of summer. But James looked left and right, but he didn't see any fruit there, and when he looked around, he only found a perfume-like bottle on his desk.

James's gaze left the desk, wanting to continue to observe the other places, but inexplicably, his gaze returned to the desk, and after thinking about it, James looked at Emilia, who was still absent-mindedly in a daze.

James didn't expect the person he asked the question, "Doctor, your boyfriend, Harrison, are you okay?"

Emilia's gaze shifted from somewhere to James, and she didn't answer.

James was a little uncomfortable, and pointed to Amilia's desk, as if to explain, "You don't have a photo of you on your desk, and when I was at the shelter, I also found no picture on Harrison's desk......"

"He doesn't like photography. Amilia's gaze turned away.

The corners of James' mouth twitched twice, he pinched his fingers, and looked sideways out the window. Just sit like this for three hours, this time it's the other party who doesn't speak, and it has nothing to do with yourself!

I don't know how long I sat like this, but without warning, Emilia spoke, "You cops. ”

James frowned, looked at Emilia, and after seeing that the other party had said such a beginning in an expressionless tone, he shut up, and his eyes were still no longer on himself. What the hell is this woman!

Emilia stood up abruptly and looked down at James, "You cops. She repeated the beginning again, her expression changing to disdain and disgust.

James's brows furrowed even tighter, and he watched Emilia walk directly to the desk without speaking, and actually left James there, closed the curtains himself, sat down behind the desk, and closed his eyes to recuperate!

"Doctor. James's voice was a little low, and he stood up, staring at Emilia with his arms folded, "Do you have anything to say?"

Emilia opened her eyes, looked at James in a defensive posture again, and shook her head, "Harrison is missing, three days. ”

James's fingers clutching his arm tightened, and his momentum was gone, but only surprise.

Emilia stared at James's face and said in a flat tone, "If you cops had done your job, you wouldn't have been so surprised by now." She closed her eyes again, her arms folded in front of her chest, "So yes, you're right, I have something to say, do you want me to finish?"

James's face had darkened.

Emilia closed her eyes, "In the past three days, I have waited and searched, and there has been no gain. Opened his eyes and looked at James, "Three days ago in the asylum office, I remember your partner saying that our purpose was the same as that of Harrison. ”

Emilia left it for James for a while, but James remained silent except to keep frowning and pursing his lips.

Emilia shrugged, "I didn't find it, did you find it?"

James stared at Amilia, "We didn't look for it. ”

Emilia's eyes turned to the side, "That's what I thought, too. Hmph, you cops. (To be continued......)