In the weeks that followed, Jack attended two weddings in quick succession, one for John and Caris and one for Braxton and Arya.

The latter one is purely a gas, and the reason is that Arya is unexpectedly pregnant.

Chris, the prospective uncle, was even more nervous than Braxton's father-to-be, who only proposed to wait for Arya to give birth before holding the wedding, and the next second he was gunned out in the head by his own brother.

For this reason, Jack was specially asked by the brothers to fly to Wyoming and picked up two old Indians from the Wind River Valley, Arya's parents, and the old couple Hansen.

Arya's body was gradually restored after meeting Jack, and I don't know if it was because of the lack of her body, her early pregnancy reaction was particularly serious, and she vomited at every turn.

Although Jack made a special trip after learning the news, not only did he take a treatment but also prepared a list of diets suitable for pregnant women, Braxton was like a frightened bird, and he didn't dare to leave Arya even half a step.

As a last resort, someone could only be tired and run once, and when he picked up the two old men, he helped to prepare the wedding banquet non-stop, and worked as a wedding chef and a woman's best man, so busy that he doubted his life.

In fact, the busy point is secondary, mainly because there are too many girls around him, and the problem of the female companion who participated in the wedding has troubled him for a long time.

Fortunately, the two weddings were almost one after the other, and after he apologized many times, Hannah and Jiejie finally decided to let him go and took turns to be female companions, which resolved the crisis.

However, when I think of Zoe and Maureen's wedding in August, Jack is really big, and I'm really afraid that there will be one when the time comes.

The reason for Hodgner's previous emotional oversensitivity was also found, or the sequelae of his wife Hallie's previous postpartum depression.

Although with Maureen's psychological treatment, the couple is also very cooperative, but the objective conditions that cannot be changed for the time being have once again deteriorated the relationship between the two.

Even though Rosie and Jack had done their best to give Hodgner a lot of work to avoid making him work overtime, travel was inevitable as long as there was a new case or if a serial killer in another state jail offered to participate in a psychological research project.

This caused Hallie, who often had to be alone at home with the baby, to the brink of emotional collapse for a while.

But unexpectedly, this seemingly unsolvable household matter was solved by a wedding, and Hallie, who was invited to the farm with Hodchner to attend the wedding, unexpectedly became the parenting consultant for the expectant mother Arya.

It seems that the environment around the farm is particularly suitable for Little Mean, and Hallie, who had attended a crowd party before, was very fond of visiting the Wolf brothers' farm.

The Wolf family, who had no parenting experience at all, also welcomed Hallie's arrival, and one day, with the help of Rosie, Hodgner sold his property in Virginia and bought a new one in a middle-class community not far from the San Fernando Valley.

It takes less than half an hour to drive from this community to the farm.

The Wolf brothers also had a room for Halle in their large villa, and every time Hodgner went on a business trip, Hallie would take the children over for a few days.

The conflict between the husband and wife is gone, and Hodchner's poker face is about to become a part of everyone's memory.

Having just finished two busy weddings, Jack finally had time to make good on the "Irish coffee" that Rossi had promised Garcia.

Of course, considering the tastes of Europeans and Americans, he didn't really mix Moutai as a base wine with a cup of sauce-flavored milk coffee, and he heard that it was "illegal" to do so.

Jack also made a milk tea flavor, cold brew black tea and low-degree semi-sweet rice wine heated one-to-one, during which plum blossoms, yellow rock sugar, cinnamon sticks, and other rock sugar melted and stopped, sprinkled with a small spoon of dried osmanthus and placed warm to enjoy.

He'd tasted it before, and it didn't taste bad, of course, for him, it would be better to remove the black tea and put some ginger shreds, and pair it with two pairs of hairy crabs and a bowl of vinegar.

Garcia entered the elevator with a large glass jug in his arms, the aroma of osmanthus still permeating the air did not dissipate, and Rossi walked out of another elevator with a large stack of copy paper, twitching his nose.

"We have a new case?" Hodgner just walked out of his office, took a look at Rosie, and asked casually.

"I'm not sure yet, it's from the Denver district office." Rosie said as he placed the large stack of copy paper on Jack's desk, picked up the black tea that Jack was going to keep for himself, and took a sip.

"A very peculiar tasting feminine drink." He raised an eyebrow and continued.

"These are from an abandoned warehouse, and one of the agents found them suspicious and wanted me to confirm them."

Hodchner wondered, "That agent is your friend?" ”

Rosie shrugged, a smug look on her face, "No, it's just that she knows me, you know." ”

"Oh, book fans." Hodchner slapped a little fart knowingly, "You must have a lot of fans, right?" ”

"It's definitely more than you can imagine." Rosie accepted it unceremoniously.

While the two were talking, Jack had already pulled out a few pages from Rossi's hand, and the contents of them made him whistle as soon as he saw them.

"The FBI cares about this?"

The few pages of copy paper he had in his hands depicted a woman's graceful figure and a rather imaginative way of bonding with just a few simple sketches.

This kind of astringent art originating from an oriental island country, as their former neighbors, is naturally too familiar to be familiar.

"It doesn't matter, but we care about it."

Rosie said as he handed over a few more pieces of paper, and Jack quickly flipped through the contents, his face becoming serious.

Inside were long paragraphs of sadistic descriptions of surnames, as well as more cruel sketches, which reminded him of that pervert in Montana.

He had thought that the Francis Goering (Chapter 250) who played with the pear of pain he met in Montana was perverted enough, but it seemed to be too much.

Red poked his head out from behind him at some point, nodded seriously and analyzed, "When the description is in the future, it looks closer to fantasy. ”

Rosie nodded in the same way, "But the agent doesn't think it's that simple. ”

"So there's more?" Hodgner understood.

"Yes, there are still several boxes in her, I want to drive over and take a look, and then make a judgment, and if I am sure that there are victims, I will summon you."

Hodgner agreed, but the next sentence made Rossi grimac, "Take Rhett, he's proficient in data analysis." ”

"Road trip? Great, I just bought the e-read-aloud version of The Base Trilogy. Rhett was so excited that he almost stuck out his tongue and turned to get his business trip bag.

"Ahem!" Seeing Rosie's pleading gaze, Jack could only cough, his brain racing, and he instantly thought of a reason.

"Why don't you let me go with them, so that I don't need to borrow a car, just drive my newly bought F150, I've been too busy recently to drive, just let the new car run in."

(End of chapter)