With five days to go until Christmas, Angela doesn't have to sit in the office today and goes on patrol with Jack on the streets.

In view of the fact that Angela and Wesley's relationship is still in a Schrödinger state recently, Jack is a little reluctant to provoke this eldest sister, otherwise she may be dragged to a bar to drink and complain after work, his super luxurious kitchen is nearing completion, and he is still thinking about whether he can get the stove on fire before Christmas, and the Christmas dinner will be played by it.

The two of them were silent in the car for a long time, and finally Angela couldn't help but want to speak, but was interrupted by a call from the command center.

"7-A-26 Police Car, Location, Lady Megan's Psychic Studio, Silent Alarm Triggered, Emergency, Horn Blown."

Jack glanced in the rearview mirror, there was no car behind him, flicked the brake and slammed the steering wheel, and with a nice drift, he turned the front of the car around, and at the same time sounded the siren and rushed towards the location shown on the police computer.

Five minutes later, the two got out of the car and walked into a chicly decorated shop, Angela pushed open the door, heard a fierce male and female arguing inside, and directly pulled out Glock, and Jack also pulled out a gun.

The outside of the store is set up as a hospitality room, empty, inside is the studio, two people are on guard with guns, and when they enter the room, they see a middle-aged white man with an excited expression, holding a crystal ball in his hand and about to smash it at the woman who fell to the ground.

"Answer me, tell me right away, how the hell do you know?!"

Seeing that the middle-aged white man looked excited, Angela pointed her gun at him and warned loudly: "LAPD, throw away what you have in your hand." ”

The woman who fell to the ground had elaborate makeup and was dressed in an exotic style, and to Jack looked more like a stripper than a psychic medium.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand to try to stop the middle-aged white man's movements: "Can you let him stop throwing it and put it down gently?" ”

"This crystal ball is worth $900."

Angela tilted her head to signal to the middle-aged white man: "You heard it, move slowly, be a gentleman." ”

The middle-aged white man in a high-end suit was very knowledgeable, and when he saw the two pistols pointed at him, he carefully put the crystal ball back on the velvet table.

Angela put away her pistol and stepped forward to restrain him.

"Turn around and face against the wall."

Jack pulled the fallen woman up and asked, "Ma'am, are you alright?" ”

The woman got up and looked at Jack, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice, which was originally a little sharp because of fright, suddenly lowered down, a little more charming and magnetic.

"I'm fine, I was reading this madman's mind just now, and this guy suddenly went crazy like crazy......"

The middle-aged white man hurriedly interrupted her.

"Don't say a word, I have a non-disclosure agreement with you for psychic counseling."

The female psychic medium turned her head to look at him, as if she were looking at an idiot.

"There's no such agreement, you bastard."

Angela searched the wallet from the guy and opened it to check the documents.

Jack continued to ask the medium, "What exactly did you say that made him rude to you?" ”

The female psychic continued to look at Jack, her eyes wandering, like a little girl who was just beginning to fall in love.

"I was talking to him about relationships, and I said I saw a picture of him in the woods with a beautiful woman, and then he yelled at me like crazy."

Angela and Jack glanced at each other, each finding the surprise of winning the lottery in each other's eyes.

"So, sir, can you tell me what the reason is, and her words happen to be in your private matter? Could it be that you have recently done something to a certain woman in the woods? ”

"No, it's all a misunderstanding." The middle-aged white man looked flustered and began to quibble.

Angela didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so she turned on the walkie-talkie directly and contacted the command center.

"Command Center, help me look up a name, Randy M. L. Fisher. ”

The command center replied almost instantly: "7-A-26 police car, please note that the suspect's wife has been reported missing six weeks ago. ”

The female psychic medium on the side was suddenly stunned: "My God, I actually just made it up, I didn't see anything." ”

"You're just making it up? How can it be? The middle-aged white man's face was full of disbelief.

Angela had already pulled out her handcuffs and cuffed him.

The female psychic medium was still gushing: "Do you think the real psychic medium will receive customers in such a musty shop?" ”

Then she turned her head to look at Jack with a coquettish expression, and slowly leaned closer: "Speaking of which, I do have a picture in front of my eyes, and the two of us will be in my room tonight ......"

Jack was so frightened that he hurriedly took two steps back, opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, and fled directly.

I don't know if the police uniform has a lethality bonus to someone's handsome face, it's not that I haven't encountered the initiative when I was on duty before, and there are even people who stuff his phone number in his pocket, but it's the first time that this female psychic medium has been invited so directly.

Angela took the suspect into the back seat of the police car as she was accustomed to, and she was used to her partner's ability to attract bees and butterflies, and when Hannah and Jack were on patrol together, she often saw the two of them being stopped by some so-called scouts together, and a bunch of business cards were stuffed after all kinds of fanciful promises.

After escorting the suspect to the police station and completing the formalities, this guy naturally had the police detective who took over the case at that time, and the two continued to return to the police car, ready to get back on the road.

As a result, no sooner had they been briefed on the command center than a new mission arrived, John and Neela Harper found a strangled male corpse in the bathroom at the Seventh Avenue bus terminal, and needed to rush to the scene for support.

The so-called support is usually to go over and help pull a cordon, maintain order, and then wait for the police detective or the relevant department assigned to the case, such as the robbery and murder department or even the FBI.

But today seems to be a little abnormal, the four people who have pulled up the cordon have not chatted a few words, a large number of black cars with various markings have arrived, not only detectives from the Serious Crime Squad and the Robbery and Murder Division, but Jack has also seen the FBI, DHS (Department of Homeland Security) and even white buses with CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) logos.

Just when everyone was feeling bad, a large group of guys who had covered themselves tightly from the CDC bus quickly blocked the entire bus terminal.

John muttered to himself, "It's a bit big." ”

Everyone present felt that something was wrong.

Zoe led a group of people to the four of them, and the blonde middle-aged woman standing next to her was very close to the temperament of Calis, John's ex-girlfriend and current ambiguous girlfriend.

Zoe looked nervous, obviously talking to John and Neela Harper, but her eyes glanced at Jack on the side, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hey, neither of the two of you has touched the corpse."

Neela Harper pointed at John, "He touched it, and with rubber gloves he checked the purse on the corpse. ”

Both Jack and Angela raised their hands: "We only glanced inside the door at the door. ”