"Where have you run again!" Detective Cousson rushed over as soon as he saw James enter, "no one will be seen if you don't look at it...... still holding the case information in his hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

James glanced at his partner with a gloomy face, and when he looked past the case materials, he saw the photos of Georgina and Robert, and his mood was inexplicably worse, and he snapped the case file in Curson's hand, "It's your business!!"

I don't know which one he answered, whether he ran away while Cosen wasn't looking, or if Coulson took the file on his desk.

Cousson was stunned for a second, just a second, picked up the file that had been knocked out, and couldn't help but say, grabbed James and got off the plate, yes, it was the back belt, forcing James to go in the direction controlled by Coleson with his whole body - no surprise, it was the place where the seniors taught the juniors to go often, the bathroom.

Crackling, Curson slapped open every compartment, and after making sure that no one was there, the file in his hand was thrown directly to the washstand, "You're sick!!"

James propped up the sink and looked gloomily at himself in the mirror.

Not responding is the biggest insult to the curser, and Coulson's anger rises to a higher level, and the bulging chest begins to press at the same time, containing a certain emotion, "You ......"

Chapman, who was in civilian clothes, suddenly pushed the door open and entered, "Detective Reims, can I talk to you." ”

Corson's face flushed, and his emotions shifted, "Chapman!!, we're ......"

"Detective Lance. "I can't stay in this police station, ordinary police officers dare to interrupt and ignore the words of the police detectives, or ordinary police officers who are not on duty," I want to talk to you. ”

There is no need for James to answer. Detective Cowson's face turned from red to black, and he nervously swung his fist into the air a few times, and slammed out of the bathroom with the wind.

Chapman walked over to James, glancing at the case file that had been left on the sink, and nothing responded. I think it should be clear to everyone what Chapman cares about, "Detective Reims, I've been looking for you for noon." Chapman spoke.

James glanced at Chapman, who knew a little more about him than he didn't know at all. At this time, James knew that it was not Chapman's working hours, and even that Chapman should have been at the police station at this time, and that he should be in the hospital, with his wife and children.

Human beings, after all, are creatures with good nature.

James could only temporarily change his gloomy face, "Is there something wrong, shouldn't you be ......in the hospital now?"

"I ran into Zach at the hospital. It seems that Chapman was going to interrupt more than just Corson today, and at the same time pulled out a vial, "He gave me this." ”

I still need to review how James got out of Grande, so James looked at the bright red bottle and his face began to cramp.

Luckily, Chapman immediately put the thing back in his pocket, fitting, "This can save my child, and I ......" Chapman's face had an indescribable firmness, "I'll use it." ”

Think about it for a moment in James's position, he can immediately react to what Chapman is saying, but it is impossible to know the reason, "Why? The trial failed......

"No, I'm going to withdraw from that trial treatment. Chapman stared at James, "And with Zach's blood, heal my child." "Please feel Chapman's complicated feelings at this time, the moment this decision was made, all the fucking things he went through, it didn't make sense. Then came a clearer firmness, to James, "I will not let my family, my children, his 'life', become the 'poster' of the Feast to promote 'they save human lives'!"

There are a lot of symbolic metaphors, but it's good for everyone to understand. Zach is in the hospital under the preparation of the seed, which is the flowering.

"What did you say?!" James's face almost squeezed to a point.

"My life is over. Chapman didn't answer the question, seriously, James heard it very clearly, and didn't need to answer, "I've been caught between demons and humans all my life, and I have no hope......"

"What?!?...... you will be in your life" James's interjection this time would naturally be ignored as well, but we can get a message that Chapman already knew that the fallen angels would always grasp the gates of hell for five seconds, so, for a lifetime. As for how to know, does anyone really care?

Ignoring James's interjection, Chapman continued, "I can't let my children live like this, caught between humans and aliens—the feast! I can't!" Chapman still stared at James, "Look at you, what a terrible life it is!"

James's face began to turn white. Chapman is ruthless enough.

"I didn't have a choice. Chapman didn't finish, but, somebody, did anyone wonder why he was going to James to say these things, and stab James in the heart? "You know, being saved by the Demon Feast, being saved by Zakzak, isn't it, neither of these is a good choice for human beings," I put my hope on what I thought, maybe, maybe, a better choice. ”

There was a short silence, and in the hearts of two people, there were countless thoughts entangled, which could be experienced.

Chapman took a deep breath, "When I made a choice, I was no longer able to expect anything. I have lost the ability to resist. "If he's saying that two vampires are repelling one side, and one can only yield to one, then he's telling the truth, can he resist the 'man' who saved his child's life?" "So I'm here to you, Detective Lance, a request from a human to a human, James Lance, don't be a feast, and definitely, don't let Zach be, a feast." And finally, "You're the only one you can ask, please." ”

Ignoring James's response, Chapman turned and walked away.

James stood in the bathroom, his head in disarray. And the dossier in the afterglow, on the washstand, is infinitely dazzling in this chaos.

James's face began to turn hideous, and he grabbed the central police who had been urging the Central Police who had discovered his whereabouts since he learned the news of 'Georgina'...... Asked for the case tracking information, and began to fall.

Syllable!

Will you drop a file? It will only fall apart, not break.

Syllable!

Fell twice. Start tearing.

"**!" dirty words, caught in the process of each piece of paper turning into shreds.

James is broken.

The door was slowly pushed open and then shut, and Detective Cousson returned, still with a dark face, but just standing quietly in the doorway, watching James go crazy.

Until the confetti was damp and sticky everywhere, James stopped, holding on to the sink and gasping, the appearance in the mirror, a mess.

"Tsk. The meaning of Detective Cousson's statement is probably a bit complicated, depending on what he will say in the first sentence, "What do you mean? Lance, what are you doing!"

James turned on the faucet and began to splash water in his face.

"I'm asking you what's going on!" Cowson's tone was terrible, but it didn't seem to be all directed at James. You try to question someone who has just gone crazy in front of you, and you know what it's like, and you're asking yourself, 'Did I make him crazy?'

"Nothing. James's voice was so gloomy that he couldn't make out the words in the sound of the water without listening closely.

"Nothing?!" Curson inexplicably rose into anger and pointed to the shredded paper everywhere, "It's nothing?!What did Chapman say?!What the hell are you thinking?!You don't want to check Georgina's ......"

"What do you care about!!" James shook his face, and the water stains on his face flew towards Cosen, almost hideous, as if they were going to tear Cosen.

"You're my partner!"

The corner of James's eyes twitched, and he needed to be reminded of who brought in the documents that were now fragments. So, yes, no matter how much Curson did to James, he cared, but in a way and for his motives.

James turned his head sideways, stared at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and adjusted his emotions, "I just came back from Grande. ”

A very inexplicable opening was used, but it worked. Corson's face immediately changed to an ugly way, and even had malicious intent, "What are you doing in Grande again?!" That's right, Corson's opinion of Grande has changed drastically.

The hint is that Mokave's wanted is revoked - Coulson is in the bureau, and in the eyes of the new bureau, Daxi, he has become a fool. Naturally, this is what an old fritter like Coulson thinks so.

"Who helped Herman get Roberto to be executed?" James didn't calm down, but reason at least returned, and he was now forced to take control of the situation and give reasons that convinced Curson.

Corson frowned, his changed mind about Grande made it difficult for him to say what to say next, but he had to say, "You, so, it's Grande." ”

James can't get rid of Grande, doesn't he, even his partner thinks so, and Grande has a share in James's business.

James lowered his head, unable to continue looking at himself in the mirror, and remained gloomy, "So who else cares about Georgina and Robert showing up again?" is the question, it is to guide Curson to come up with the answer himself. Well, James and Zach still learned something.

"Tsk!Grande!" Curson tugged at the corners of his mouth, "You're going to give Grande the police information!Lance, you're so, uh! You're putting the cart before the horse!" Uttered by deliberate malice, "You're a cop, he's an informant!He's doing things for you, not the other way around!!"

And just like that, Corson himself said the answer he needed.

James took a deep breath, his head still down, unable to decipher his emotions, "Do you think I didn't notice?" "I rubbed the shredded paper all over the floor.

Corson is still caught in this 'trap' of saying his own answers, "What do you mean?" Puzzled, "You're going crazy here and tearing up these files will help you mess up anyway?, you don't want to find Georgina anymore?!"

"Of course I want to!" had been channeled to this point, and there was no need to avoid it, so James looked up and looked back at himself in the mirror. His face was water-stained and wrinkled and gloomy, and he had an ugly face, "But what can I do!" Darcy doesn't ...... Director Darcy won't let me go to the Central! Won't give me permission to get information from the Central! What can I do?!"

Why Darcy didn't let James go, didn't give James permission, do you need to explain, explain - Darcy is from the Demon Feast, and 'Georgina has been killed by the Demon Feast'. That's right.

Corson got deeper and deeper, "Uh, so you're trying to get information here, and in the end you're just sending it to Grande!" and Grande only wants to take care of himself, and doesn't want to be retaliated against by Robert!"

Isn't Georgina Robert's revenge on James?

"That's it!" James said as he stared at himself in the mirror, gritting his teeth, "So why waste my time!" The wording was a bit serious, but it didn't matter, Detective Curson resonated, didn't he, "There are police in the middle of the country who are in charge of this case, I trust them!" gritted his teeth, "If Robert escapes to the West!hehe!" Feel the gloomy laughter, and word by word, "West, yes, my family! I don't need to worry about it, whatever! Robert, no, life!" And, Georgina, yes, well! I, very, reassuring!"

Originally here to educate James, now, Curson patted James on the shoulder. No one still retains the emotions they first came in.

The bathroom door opened again, and the rank and file officer, "Detective Lance, someone called the police." "Looked at the confetti all over the ground, "I will find you ...... designation"

"Go!" Corson still put his arm on James's shoulder, flicking his other hand away from the disturbing guy.

"Uh...... But she insisted, she, uh......"

"James come out!" said Sbella's voice, which was actually outside the door!

Cosen's face twitched, and he walked directly to the door, pushed the police officer who was just passing the word, and glared at the Indian woman standing outside the bathroom door of the police station, "Hey! What's your situation!Who let you in!!"

Sorry, Corson didn't know Barton's strongest wizard, Sbella.

Sbella glanced at Curson, "James's partner, hmph, let James out!" and turned around. I'm sorry again, but Sbella is very familiar with this Detective Curson.

The reason is that we often talk about James's partner in various places, but we don't mention Barton's wizard in front of Curson. That's right, no.

"Well, where did this woman come from......" Before Cowson's question could be fully expressed, James came out.

Still grim-faced, but gave Corson an acceptable answer, "One of my informants!"

Corson could only keep his mouth shut and stare into James's eyes as he conveyed, 'This will be explained later!'.

"You're going to file a police report. "James didn't look at Sbella at all.

"Yes! My stuff was stolen. Sbella didn't look at James either, "Zack's wizard stole my soul-attracting grass seeds!all! I want it back!" With strong personal emotions, but in a whisper, only James could hear, "Otherwise, I would have really called the police!"

James's life, probably like Chapman, is hopeless. (To be continued.) )