"What illegal acts?" Brooklyn asked, "Similar to the eucalyptus you're investigating now?" ”

"It's not."

"Have you ever had a juvenile court record or juvenile detention center record?"

"Nope."

David Portman had Bert Jr.'s information in his hand, and there was only one record in it.

They didn't pay attention to Bert Jr.'s information before, because they didn't know the identity of the murderer, and they thought that the murderer's revenge target was the entire Bert family.

The Bert family of three as a whole can do such a hate-attracting thing, and they will naturally be considered an adult Bert couple.

Normal people will not suspect Little Bert, they will only think that he was disposed of by the murderer.

After all, what can a minor child do? He's still a kid......

"What about the specifics?" Brooklyn asked.

David's second consecutive denial directly vetoed the two articles of habitual offenders and repeated repudiation, and knowing is a very subjective concept, perhaps placed on adult criminals, it will be objectively analyzed, but in juveniles, unless the offender clearly expresses that he knows, it is often treated as unknowing.

Then there is only one thing left - the plot is bad.

David Portman was silent for a moment, and then he picked and chose to talk about the situation.

Brooklyn frowned.

"Which judge made the verdict?" Brooklyn asked, "Although there is no specific definition of aggravity, the circumstance you are talking about can be counted as serious and aggravated." ”

"Regulus."

David Portman, through Garcia, gave the judge's name.

"Regulus?" Brooklyn was a little surprised: "He's not a juvenile court judge. ”

Brooklyn realized that the disparity between the number of junior judges and the number of juvenile judges in New York State was not only managed by full-time juvenile court judges, but also by drawing judges from other areas to supplement them.

It's like e.. There is no distinction between civil and criminal cases at all, and everyone is mixed.

"Regulus is being watched by Prosecutor Anne." Brooklyn said.

"I know." David Portman nodded, "I'm here, let's not talk about it, I might have to go to your side tonight." Bye. ”

With that, David Portman hung up.

The car was parked in front of a dilapidated brick and concrete apartment, and because there were no street lights, it was dark all around, and it looked a little oozing.

But the person they were looking for was not in an apartment building, but in a small alley between the two buildings.

After several people got out of the car, no one spoke, but vigilantly took out their guns and stood in position.

David Portman and David Rossi stood at the front, and after making sure everyone was ready, they walked into the alley.

The alley is not completely dark, and at a distance of about three meters from the mouth of the alley, there is a garbage bin, and beyond the garbage can, you can see an illegal building.

It was a shack made of planks and cardboard shells, and the builders of the shack were so skilled that they built the shack in spite of the scarcity of materials, and even had a window and a door.

The light peeks out through the crack in the door.

When the two Davids were still three or five meters away from the door, the door of the shack opened.

A man with a sour smell mixed with feces and urine and the smell of fermentation walked out with a paper shell.

Despite the foul smell on the man's body, he himself was not sloppy.

The man was very tall and, as such, almost squatted in and out of the shack.

The man's hair was very long, combed at the back and tied into a ponytail with a rope, but his hair did not seem to have been cut at the barbershop, the ends were uneven, of different lengths, and there was a large patch in the front that could not be combed at all, but only on the sides.

The man's beard was long and messy, like a ball of steel wool stuck under his jaw.

The man's skeleton was large, but thin, his cheeks were deep, his cheeks were pale and dissatisfied, and the man's eyes were bright but revealing a deep exhaustion. The shabby but clean and neat clothes on the body appear to be a little wide, hanging on the same wide skeleton, looking empty.

"Who are you looking for?"

The man asked warily.

David Rossi and David Portman looked at each other, and Rossi said, "We're looking for Harold, are you Mr. Harold?" ”

Mr. Harold was silent and closed the door with his backhand, walked out of the shack, straightened up, and walked towards David and his party.

He stood up completely straight, even taller than David, and with the wide skeleton, it instantly brought a sense of oppression.

But he didn't make any extra moves, just walked through the crowd, threw the paper shell in his hand into the garbage can, and came back again.

He stood at the door, without inviting David and his party in, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"Are you Mr. Harold?"

David Rossi asked repeatedly.

Harold glanced at David Rossi and nodded.

"Bert's family, do you know each other?"

David Rossi asked again.

Harold nodded, his face a little impatient, "I still have work to do, if there is anything I want to ask, please hurry." ”

"The Bert family is dead. Do you know? JJ in the back suddenly spoke.

Harold looked at JJ with a blank look in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Harold grinned and pulled a smile.

"Good death."

As he spoke, he turned around, opened the door of the shack with his back to David and the others, and said without knowing what he was doing, "If you just want to ask these questions, you can go." I know the Berts, but their deaths have nothing to do with me. But I want to thank God for letting them die. ”

"How did they die?" Harold turned his head and asked, "Suicide?" Accidentally? Or was it killed by some good Samaritan? ”

David took out his ID and shook it, "Harold, please come with us." ”

Harold glanced at David's credentials and shook his head, "In half an hour, I'm going to work, and besides, please be quiet and don't wake up my daughter." ”

"It's okay if you want me to go with you, unless you can pay me."

With that, Harold stood up, holding a bucket in his hand, "I need to work 4 hours at night, 4 hours in the morning, 7 hours in the afternoon, and 3 hours in the evening." The hourly wage is $21 during the day, $15 at night, and $27 at night. ”

"You work 18 hours a day?"

Emily asked, somewhat incredulous.

Harold glanced at Emily, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, shaking his head and chuckling.

"I can work 24 hours a day if I need to. As long as you can pay me. ”

"Daddy?"

A hoarse voice came from the shack, Harold's face changed, Gu Bo's pale face immediately became gentle, his deep-seated cheeks seemed to bulge again, and the whole person became full of life.

"Hey."

Harold answered, glared at them viciously, and turned to the cat's back.

A girl with loose hair poked her head out of the window.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

The girl asked, looking up.

It was a pale but beautiful face, but two hideous scars from the mouth to the base of the ear completely ruined the angelic face.

They were like two centipedes, lying on the girl's face, writhing back and forth as the girl spoke and moved.

The girl looked up and was stunned when she saw the group of people in front of her, and the next moment, she shrank back with a swish, and the window was closed.

JJ and Emily, who were standing behind the two Davids, took in the girls' faces by the light in the shack, and by this time they had covered their mouths and tried to suppress the exclamations.

Harold couldn't care about David and his party, and his entire upper body went into the shack, gently coaxing his daughter.

From the small shack came the girl's muffled crying.

David and the others stood there in silence.

After about ten minutes, the crying died down, and Harold closed the door, got up, and walked outside.

"You suspect that I killed the Berts."

It was only when he walked to the mouth of the alley that Harold spoke.

"But you see, I need to take care of my daughters, I need to work 18 hours, I have to go to the hospital every two days to get my medicine, I don't have time at all, although I want to kill them with my own hands."

After saying that, Harold exhaled, "Okay, I'm going to be late." I hope I don't see you in the future. ”

With that, Harold swaggered and disappeared into the darkness.

Several people looked at each other and returned to the car without saying a word.

The atmosphere was even heavier.

"Found it."

Garcia's voice came through the headphones.

"Information on Harold's daughter...... Oh my goodness! ”

Garcia exclaimed.

"She's so pathetic!"

"I sent it to your phone, see for yourselves, oh my God, I can't believe it's true."

There was a dinging sound in the car.

David Rossi took out his phone and clicked on the new email to check it.

This is a little girl's medical record, the content of the record made David Rossi frown frequently after only a few glances, and the more he read, the tighter David Rossi's brow became.

This medical record completely explains the current state of the little girl, and why the medical expenses are as high as 700,000 yuan, and the medical expenses are still thousands of dollars per day after surgery.

The information came from several social organizations, and Garcia included a record of the charities raising money for the Harold family.

Up to now, a total of 13 public welfare organizations have raised funds, but only more than 130,000 yuan have been raised, and the bill shows that the little girl's treatment costs are as high as more than 700,000 yuan, and the price of various drugs and medical equipment needs to be used every day is as high as more than 700 US dollars.

Mr. Harold said he worked 18 hours a day and earned only $486 a day, even if he were paid entirely for night shifts.

He couldn't even afford his daughter's medical bills for a day.

In other words, he simply couldn't afford to pay what he owed, and the amount of money he owed was increasing every day.

"What about child welfare agencies?"

JJ couldn't help but ask.

Federal child protection rules are in place, and in a case like Mr. Harold's, the daughter would have been taken away by a child welfare agency.

"There are no child welfare agencies in New York."

David Portman said.

New York's child advocacy group is essentially a piglet factory, which has just been cleared up in Brooklyn. And the government alone......

Maybe Harold's daughter's situation is miserable, but this is New York, and it is easy to find children who are worse than her, and the government funding is only a drop in the bucket. What's more, Harold's daughter is already too old to be on her at all.

No one spoke on the way back, and Garcia had been in a closed state since he found information about Harold's daughter.

David Portman didn't mention going to Brooklyn for the night either.

The car drove into the NYPD headquarters, and before it could be parked, David Portman's phone rang.

Less than half a minute after picking it up, David's face became extremely ugly.

"Okay, I got it."

"Secure the scene, we'll be there right away."

Hanging up the phone, David hammered the steering wheel hard.

"We've been tricked."

He said with an ugly face, "I just got the news that the Quincy family has been killed. ”

After learning about what happened to the Harold family outside the community, David contacted the addresses of Quincy and Oscar and asked the patrol to check on the situation.

Now the patrol officers have only found Quincy's house, but it is too late.

David and Pol switched places, Pol drove to the Quincy family's address, and David began to contact the patrol on Oscar's side.

But the news was that there was no one in Oscar's house.

The patrol knocked on the door of Oscar's neighbor and confirmed that Oscar's family had left during the day today.

"That damn idiot, he must have learned what happened to the Bert family, and he was scared and hiding."

Putting down the phone, David Portman said with an ugly face.

"Harold's home is more than forty kilometers from the Quincy family and only a dozen kilometers from the NYPD headquarters."

David Rossi put down his phone and said suddenly.

This meant that it was impossible for Harold to rush to Quincy's house to kill someone after meeting them.

"He's got helpers!"

"Mrs. Harold!"

JJ and Emily spoke at the same time.

David Portman immediately pulled out his phone and contacted the nursing home where Mrs. Harold lived.

After more than ten minutes of waiting, the inquiry came to fruition.

Since Mrs. Harold's treatment was in arrears for a month, and no one had paid her, Mrs. Harold was kicked out of the nursing home!

"Let's go find Harold."

David Portman put down the phone and said with an ugly face.

"Control Harold first, and then let people go to the Oscar family."

"Mrs. Harold is not Mr. Harold, she does not have the high military literacy of her husband, and she will definitely leave clues."

David Rossi has no opinion, and now it seems that the case has become clear, and only arrest and collect evidence remains. This is not BAU's specialty.

Pol didn't have a problem with it, he had listened to David Portman.

So the car turned around at the end of the school intersection and headed for the convenience store where Harold worked.

When they arrived, Harold was cleaning the glass in his shop clothes, and when he saw them outside the convenience store, he smiled professionally and offered to open the door and invite everyone in.

"See you again, officers."

Harold greeted with a smile.

David Rossi stared at his smile earnestly for a moment, then turned his head and gestured at David Portman.

"You've been arrested on suspicion of involvement in a murder, Mr. Harold, come with us now."

Unexpectedly, this time Mr. Harold did not resist or refuse, nor did he ask them for hourly wages, but obediently took off his overalls and gloves, turned around and said something to another clerk, and followed him out of the convenience store.