Penny. Heath's hometown is in Chicago, graduated from Chicago University, and has been running around since he was admitted to the FBI civil service, and he came to Los Angeles last year to rudder and didn't buy a house, and the housing prices in Los Angeles are too high for the FBI salary to bear.

She now rents a bachelor apartment building in the south side of Los Angeles, and goes home directly after work in the evening.

I drank a small cup of black tea, put a whole tank full of warm water, soaked it firmly for more than two hours, slept in the tank, and finally washed away my fatigue and replenished my body with water.

Look at the time, it's already more than nine o'clock, originally this time should have done yoga and a mask, and then go to bed, but now it's actually very energetic... I feel like I want to howl at the moon...

At this time, it is a waste of life to go to bed again.

Watching TV?

No!

If she doesn't chase dramas today, she wants to finish her script, although the FBI is a good unit, but the detectives work too hard, and they often encounter mental illness, just like today's dead bald head.

Or literary and artistic work can allow you to enjoy the beauty of life.

Take some time to finish this script, maybe someone can take a fancy to me and change careers, Penny thought to herself, I definitely have a young soul living in my heart.

Her stomach was a little empty, so she went to the kitchen to get herself some fruit salad to fill her stomach, made a cup of coffee and walked into the study, closed the curtains, and lit incense... Smoke.

These are all tips to get yourself into writing quickly, I've heard of them.

In the dead of night, the wind outside the window is not small, the lamp shines on the tabletop, Penny's hair is tied back to her head, and there is a cup of fragrant coffee on the table.

The tip of the pen glides lightly over the beige paper, making a soft rustling sound.

He was the first guest to arrive that early in the morning. The sun was shining through the window, and he was sitting in the shadows, and Sheeney walked over and asked him, "What do you want?"

He looked up and smiled: You, it's time to go hair removal!

Fack!

The pen was almost broken, and Penny quickly made a big cross in the sentence, and the good paper was cut open.

…...

She hadn't recovered from that blow yet, perhaps because she was ready to sue that guy, so she wrote the appeal materials for the lawyer to polish to deepen her memory.

Hatred, anger, are self-reinforcing emotions!

But I'm going to write the script now, Penny. Heath shook his head away from the bad mood.

Biting the pen lightly, the plot is stuck here, what should he look like? What should he say to Sheeny?

Vampire, pale, handsome, clean, with a cold gaze.

She remembered the young man Sean she saw this afternoon, his eyes were cold, it should be like that, but black eyes are not good, I like blue eyes, but black eyes represent gloom, symbolizing the dark world.

The man......

There are problems all over the body!

"He said... He has superpowers... It's called eye tricks... I can make people pregnant! Britney's expression didn't look like a joke when she said this, and Penny rubbed her brow with a headache.

Superpowers?

Did he really overturn the three thugs?

How?

Through a wall?

Is it because of pregnancy?

Penny suddenly wants to call the hospital and suggest that the three gangsters be given a pregnancy test......

This idea is so absurd that even she finds it funny.

You can't believe what others say, you have to have your own judgment!

…...

Penny's pen drew a line on the paper, then another line, another line, marked with the door letter, and the three thugs were outside the door, and Shaun and Britney were inside.

The three thugs suddenly fell, screaming, screaming!

The result is that the cause is unknown.

It's absolutely impossible to get pregnant, it's!

Wait,... Egg?!

Penny inhaled and pondered, it really looked like she was hit hard in her lower body, could it be that Shaun ripped off her eggs with mental power? Despite being a woman, Penny still gets chills out of her ass from the thought.

Moving on, she looked at her own hand-drawn sketches and added details, which helped to analyze the situation on the spot.

There were three thugs screaming outside, a teenager in the room was calmly looking at his phone, and two girls were listening to a song.

It's really not normal!

Suspicion one, expression and attitude, too calm.

Suspicion 2,... Where is it... After seeing us, there was no frightened expression, arrogance.

Suspicion 3... Needles in Miller's ass! Or maybe it's a trap that was planted there in advance, poor Miller.

And also... What's not right......

Drawing helps to think, to write down all the suspicious places, to exclude all the impossible, and in the end, the most illogical thing is often the truth.

In this incident, if you follow this line of thought, Sean's dead bald head is an innocent passerby.

The law talks about evidence, why do I have to open the door and look out when someone screams outside? I like to look at my phone more than the world, can't I?

Why is someone screaming at me with a frightened expression? It's okay for me to be so calm by nature, there are many people in this world who are autistic and self-conscious!

Miller had a needle in his buttocks, and it was even more difficult to force it on Sean.

Even if Britney says that Sean personally admits that he did these things, she can turn around and overturn the entire chain of evidence with a casual "I bragged".

What's more, Britney has a look of love and hate, who knows if she is talking nonsense.

But why was she able to smell my Mediterranean pizza and know that I had a conversation with Sheeny?

Was it really Sean who told her?

Or was the woman nearby at the time?

If that's the case, she's a terrible scheming!

…...

Writing a scheming on the head of the little figure representing Britney on the paper and adding a question mark, Penny wanders her eyes to the scene she has drawn, trying to restore the scene at that time.

The door is closed.

Gangsters, you should be ready to sneak in the door.

How do you see that?

Will it seem?

The tip of the pen is aimlessly drawn on the door... Plus the room number...

Hiss!

Penny suddenly gasped and palpitated!

Room number!

607！

Penny thinks back to the scene when she walked into that room, which ...... That ward... She suddenly knew that something was wrong with her feelings when she left in the afternoon!

That ward is the one Miller lives in now!

If the Midley gang were to chase after them again, the first target would be the ward, and Miller would be in danger!

Fack!

It's a conspiracy!

That doctor is an accomplice!

Damn, no wonder he defended him like this, I should have guessed that a white doctor couldn't be so nice to that guy, and there must be something inside to something unreasonable.

Miller, danger!

Penny hurriedly dialed Miller's cell phone.

Not in the service area, not in the service area!

How so!

When asked about the switchboard of the hospital, Penny couldn't remember if there was a landline in the ward, it should be not, and it wasn't a hotel. At this time, it is necessary to notify the hospital's security department.

She dialed the hospital's phone, and the phone was always on the phone, and Penny cursed and hung up.

There is no way, she has to ask the bureau for help, she has Director Capello's mobile phone number in her mobile phone, although the level difference is far away, but as the female detective with the best appearance in the Los Angeles rudder, she has to answer anyone's call.

The voice rang twice and was picked up.

"Well, what's the matter with me?" Capello on the other side was a little low and excited.

"I'm Penny, Director, something could happen to Miller!"

"What?" Capello's voice became serious and louder, it turned out to be a matter of work, so you can let go of the volume.

"Shaun, who the three thugs tried to attack in the afternoon, moved out of the ward, where Miller now lives. I suspect he's going to be attacked. Penny was succinct.

Capello instantly understood: "Can't contact Miller? ”

"The phone doesn't work! Signal interference is suspected, and the landline has been busy! Penny said as she walked, tucking the clothes she was going to change at her feet, and began to take off her pajamas.

"I'll arrange for two people to come over right away. They will contact you in a moment, which hospital is it? ”

"St. Bania's Hospital!"

"Send me a message!" Capello didn't say anything more and hung up.

After finishing the phone, Penny was already naked, quickly changed her clothes, grabbed a gun and rushed out the door.

There are enough accidents today, and one more is not unusual, no matter how Miller is her partner, and a dead partner is not an auspicious thing.

She didn't want to waste her talent writing case reports and eulogies for these people.

…...

Intensive Care Unit 607, St. Bania Hospital.

Call! Call! ~

The sound of snoring is incessant, the TV is on a bad channel, there are cigarettes and alcohol on the bedside table, there are several coffee cans and empty drink bottles on the floor... And tissue balls.

Anyway, all the free gadgets in this ward are gone.

Miller was lying on the bed on all fours with only a sheet on his body, looking like he was drunk and dreaming of death.

The so-called dying of man, his line is scattered... That's about it. If you take a photo and post it on the Internet, the director of the FBI will have to come out and ask the people for the crime.

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