Jack raised the corners of his mouth viciously, used the dragon king's crooked mouth stunt, lifted the evidence bag in his hand and laughed.

"Sorry, look what this is? I found Caleb White's diary, and you, an admirer, are clearly not a serious man, and he has recorded every case you have narrated to him, every killing, all the burial places, all your secrets."

"So, there will be no more deals, there will be no police escorts to hike the mountains, if I were you, I would find some other hobbies, after all, you will have a long time, you need to be alone to enjoy"

Rosalind finally broke the defense, her face was hideous, and she roared at Jack: "You are dead, I will find a way to get out, I will, when you fall into my hands, you will be in pain, you will kneel in front of me like a worm, lick my toes with your tongue, just to pray that I will end your life as soon as possible!" ”

"You're too old!" Dropping this inexplicable remark, Jack exited the room and motioned for the prison guards behind him to escort her away.

Of course, the terrorist Jack didn't dare to provoke like this, after all, long-range sniping and bomb attacks were not something he could deal with now, but he didn't care at all about this kind of serial killer who bullied the weak and only dared to attack the weak.

This old woman really had the ability to escape from prison to trouble him, and Jack didn't mind helping her gain a few pounds in an instant.

The next morning, Jack, who rarely sleeps, is woken up by a call from Christian Wolfe, the accountant, who is now getting shorter and shorter, and sleeping is just a way to adjust his mood.

After all, experiencing a case like yesterday's, especially seeing the corpses of those victims who have been subjected to inhuman torture, has a relatively large impact on a person's mind.

After getting up and washing, and tidying up the guest room a little, Mr. Accountant arrived in a Ford Raptor with a trailer hanging behind him, and barely managed the trailer into the backyard, Jack looked at the vegetable patch that had been run over in half and smacked his lips, a little distressed.

The guest room was for Justin, Chris even coaxed and tricked, and it took a long time to get her out of the car, and Jack had no choice, so he went out and bought a baby monitor to put in the room.

In this way, even if Chris sleeps in the RV, he can pay attention to her movements for the first time, this girl's problem is much more serious, and Jack estimates that it is already the limit for her to open her mouth and communicate with ordinary people.

If he wants to be like Chris, he can't see the difference between ordinary people on the surface, or completely take care of himself, he is completely unsure.

Of course, even then, it's already a miracle for Chris and Justin's father.

Even if Chris used his own experience to prove it, it took a lot of effort to get Justin's father, Professor Haber, to agree that he would bring Justin to LA alone.

In fact, the professor of psychology, who opened a sanatorium and research institute specifically for his beloved daughter with Asperger's syndrome, always believed that Jack was an Eastern wizard who had mastered some kind of occult spell, because science could no longer explain what he saw from Chris.

Jack's treatment of Justin certainly couldn't be the same as Chris's, and the girl was now completely inadmissible to leave the small room of the institute for the first time in more than 30 years.

So Jack had to think differently, and after using acupuncture (healing), he used psychological skills to indoctrinate the subconscious, guiding her in a softer way, so that she could enter a state similar to meditation.

It is not known how effective it will be, because just after hypnotizing Justin, Jack receives a strange phone call.

"Officer Tavole, is it?"

On the phone was the voice of a young woman.

"Hello, who?" Jack hadn't seen the unfamiliar number and asked politely.

"Your girl is in my hands, see you in an hour at the Rose Cemetery, don't tell anyone, you come alone." The call was then hung up.

Jack was shocked, and his first reaction was that something had gone wrong with the Anderson family, and someone had attacked Zoe again.

Then he felt unlikely, his relationship with Zoe and Maureen was well kept secret, and Hannah, the well-known girlfriend from the outside world, was in Quantico again, what god could kidnap someone from FBI headquarters?

After a moment's thought, Jack ran into the garage and pulled out a business card from the glove box in the passenger seat of his Chevrolet, the same one Zoe had thrown in before the last car earthquake.

Taylor's mobile phone number above is indeed the same as that unfamiliar number.

Taylor was kidnapped, and Rosalind actually had a follower outside, so her previous appearance of breaking the defense was still acted.

I really can't believe the plot, where has this collapsed.

"Want to help?" Seeing that Jack's face was extremely bad, Chris asked.

"No, you just take care of Justin, this kind of thing is not suitable for you."

Jack drove to the police station, made several phone calls along the way, and just parked the car in the police parking lot, where Tim was already waiting with the FBI's tablet.

"Hey, Jack, this is what that David Rossi asked me to bring to you."

Jack took the tablet and looked up the tracker signal while giving a quick overview of the situation.

"Rosalind also has an admirer outside, the other party kidnapped the news anchor Taylor of Channel 8 and wanted to lead me to the Rose Cemetery, fortunately I gave Taylor a locator before, I will save people now, you will meet that guy for me."

"If you can." Jack gestured his index finger across his throat.

Tim didn't speak, nodding his head to indicate receipt.

Jack grabbed the flatbed and got into the police car, and was just about to start, when Angela pulled open the passenger door and got in.

"What, want to leave your partner behind?"

Jack was grateful, barely squeezed out a smile, and handed her the tablet: "Thank you, partner, you are here to show the way, there is not much time left for us." ”

The tablet showed that the GPS signal was last seen on a private farm in Kern County, about 60 kilometers away, and that the signal disappeared at 12:25, 10 minutes before the kidnappers called Jack on Taylor's cellphone.

If the kidnapper's modus operandi is consistent with that Caleb White, the reason for the signal to disappear is that Taylor is loaded into an oil drum, and the Faraday cage effect is causing the signal to be cut off.

Jack didn't know how long it would take for a person to suffocate to death after being put in an oil drum, but he was anxious at the thought of the bloodstained oil drum with scratched inner walls he had seen in the old zoo.

The siren whistled, and after the police car driven by Jack drove up the highway, the speed did not drop below 160KM per hour, and the command center had coordinated with the highway police to help him open a fast lane.

(End of chapter)