9 July 1998, 12:22 p.m. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In Raccoon Town, the weather is clear, the blue sky is dotted with white clouds, and despite the vicious bank robbery a few days ago, people are still busy with their own business.

At a Starbucks café on Raccoon Street, FBI agents Doyle and Sfanya are sitting at a table off the street. They were eating sandwiches and drinking coffee, and they were doing their first mental compilation of the Blackfoot crime information they had collected over the past few days.

"So far, it seems that there is no valuable information, just some painless confessions."

Sfanya took a sip of charcoal coffee.

"We haven't finished the investigation yet, but in a few days we'll visit the guys' remaining friends and people they know, and maybe there will be results."

"You're always optimistic."

"It's important for an agent Doyle. Do you want to give up? ”

"That's not what I meant."

"You can't do this without a good mood, and you can't always be like Holmes."

"If it's possible, I just want to do it once, and once is enough, let me solve this case." Doyle said with some emotion.

"Doyle, this is a case with decades of history and background. In this case, you are putting too much pressure on yourself, which will make you irritable and affect your efficiency. ”

Doyle glanced at Saffinya.

"To be honest, I can feel that you are a little impatient in this investigation, and you are not at all like you used to be capable and agile."

"I really don't want to drag it out like this." Doyle paused, loosened his tie with his hand, looked at the pedestrians on the street, and said, "Can you imagine that?" Maybe that perverted guy is in the middle of the crowd, maybe it's in those buildings not far away. But we've been letting it go unpunished. It is a sin that neither the police nor the agents of the state fail to solve the case in time. ”

"I can understand your feelings. Let stress be your motivation, but don't let it run too negatively. Have you forgotten what the instructor told us? ”

"I know." Doyle turned around and said with a slight smile as he grabbed a tape from his blue FBI trench jacket and put it on a small tape recorder.

"Let's find something worthwhile! Shi Fenya, I think the other party has a certain ability to counter the investigation. He is also proficient in a certain amount of human or animal anatomy. What do you think? ”

"In the case of one of his peers, his approach was really professional and did not make a mess of the scene. That's a good place to start. ”

"We will conduct a detailed analysis of the information in the hotel and send it back to the bureau."

"Okay."

"You're visiting Raccoon Town for the first time, right? The spicy food at that Chinese restaurant is very good! In the 50's, their egg fried rice became famous locally. ”

"You've been here before?"

"Yes, I came here with my parents for the summer holidays when I was a child. True memories. ”

Just as Doyle was looking at the crowd on the street and talking to Sfanya, on the second floor of the Raccoon Town Police Department diagonally opposite, Police Chief Hillaine . Alrons sipped coffee while holding his feet on his desk, watching TV, and he had that beloved ** pistol in his arms.

"Hello everyone, this is Raccoon Town TV, and the next transfer will be transferred to the location host of this station, Max will interview you as the mayor of Raccoon Town."

He's not too interested in TV content, but he's not interested in Max, the female owner of Raccoon Town TV! Although it was TV, he looked at Max's charming eyes and enough to make him think about it, and this feeling became stronger and stronger! More than once, he thought that in the secret workshop behind the wall behind him, he carried her to that workshop and put her on the workbench to enjoy everything she had alone! Then, he would pick a part of her that he thought was perfect, and put it in a container, so that there would be one more piece in his collection, and this time he would put that part of hers with his father's, and he smiled intoxicated at the thought of it.