Jubal was obviously aware of his problem, and wanted to say something more, but after thinking about it, he put down the microphone in his hand, and now they lack "chips" on their side, no matter what they say, they will be treated as playing tricks.

Jack poured a glass of water and put it in his hand, motioning for him to calm down first.

"Do you think what he said is true?" Jubal took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and asked.

"From the logical point of view alone, Helton doesn't look like an ordinary delusional person, so there are only two possibilities, or he is telling the truth, he does have a daughter who is not registered.

Whether it was biological or unofficially adopted, the girl did disappear or ran away from home. Jack poured himself a glass and said slowly.

"And what about the second possibility?" Jubal couldn't wait.

"The second possibility is that this guy is a thoughtful paranoiac who not only fantasizes about a daughter, but also makes up a whole set of logical and self-consistent stories, and we can't find his daughter at all, and we can't puncture his illusions."

Jubal rolled his eyes angrily, "This joke is not funny at all, the NYPD officer sent to his residence has confirmed through his neighbors that there is indeed a girl who has lived with him for half a year." ”

Jack shook his head and motioned for him to finish his sentence, "That girl may have been taken captive, forced to live with him, and then found a chance to escape."

Or his live-in girlfriend, who was fantasized by him to be his daughter, there are too many such things, not to mention that you haven't seen it. ”

Jubal looked at Jack stunned, and the hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air, "But what do you mean by not being able to puncture his illusions, as long as we find that girl."

"Even if he finds that girl, he won't necessarily be able to match her with the daughter he fantasizes about, but will think that we are trying to trick him, and shoot Chloe directly in the head."

Jubal's hand trembled, and he didn't notice the water spilled on his hand, fortunately Lao Mei didn't have the habit of drinking hot water, otherwise he would have felt hot at this time, "It's too terrifying, is there really such a paranoia?" ”

"Perhaps." Jack shrugged, "But the second option is unlikely, according to the lady who was carjacked before, he's not the kind of bad guy who completely loses his mind." ”

"Good people don't kidnap innocent girls." Jubal muttered, found a computer and sat down, and began to get busy.

After all, "Bad luck always comes in threes", regardless of whether there is the second possibility as Jack speculates, they have to prepare for the worst, such as finding a way to break in.

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"We reached out to the homeowner, Henry Kirken, and they do know Helton." Hannah hasn't replied yet, but Dana Moge from the Operations Center has sent a video again.

"Helton is their maintenance worker, that's why he knows so much about the safe house, and he installed the internal pipelines and the like by himself, so those otaku still have no way to take that blast door?"

Jubal shook his head, "That door is as thick as a vault door, in addition to the electronic lock, there are two manual opening steps, after closing from the inside, it can only be opened from the inside, we need the parameters of the entire safe house, looking for other breakthroughs." ”

"The safe house designer has been found, it's a security system contractor called 'Foolproof', Jack and a few SWAT team members are coming over now, are there any questions?" Dana Moge said.

"Uh" Jubal still struggled with Jack's previous reasoning, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did the owner, Henry Cocken, mention what the family thinks of Helton?" For example, mental illness, or drug abuse. ”

Hearing him mention this, Dana Moge visibly hesitated for a moment, revealing a rather strange expression, "I don't know what to say, he said that Helton was a good man, and in fact the original words were, 'He's the most loyal and honest man I've ever met.'" ”

Jubal's nervous expression was visibly relaxed, "So he's not a psychopath?" ”

"Probably not, why do you ask?" Dana Moge was puzzled.

Leaving aside the exchange between the two men, after Jack got the information about the security system contractor, he rushed to Yonkers to the north and found the CEO and designer of that company, a tall, thin middle-aged white man with good manners and glasses.

Excited to hear the FBI's intentions, the CEO, Dol Johnson, took Jack and two SWAT team members to a basement.

"So far, we've built a total of 12 of these safe houses, each with a base price of $2 million."

"Looks like the structure of this room is exactly the same as the one you built for the Kirken family?" The safe house was about forty or fifty square meters in size, and Jack could see it almost as soon as he turned around.

"yes, uh. Of course, the furniture may not be the same, and this is the owner's own configuration. Glared at by the two SWAT team members, the CEO, who was proud of his design to stump the FBI, came back to his senses and calmed down a little.

"Is there any backdoor to this system? For example, it can make people sneak into it without knowing it. Although he knew that this question was a bit retarded, Jack still had to ask, what if.

"Of course not." Dole Johnson cut it down, this security company is obviously not large, and it specializes in the business of wealthy people, and the CEO's scope of work obviously includes sales, which he immediately introduced.

"There are no weaknesses, and that's at the heart of our design, the walls are all made of high-grade concrete, with a reinforcing bar every 12 inches (30 cm). All use separate lines, even if the electronic system fails, the backup system can be used."

Jack had to interrupt quickly, if it was usual, as a half-craftsman, he would also want to communicate with the designer, but now that time was pressing, he couldn't let this talk so much.

"Uh, sorry, we're limited in time right now, I'll sum it up, that is, once it's closed from the inside, there's no other way than to force your way in by physical means, right?"

"Of course." Dole Johnson nodded confidently.

"What about the ceiling? Is it also reinforced with rebar? Jack pointed to the top of his head, I don't know if it was to prevent claustrophobia, this basement is nearly four meters high, and it is not a problem for elephants to come in.

"We offered this option, but most of our customers thought it was a bit too much, including the Kirken family, so . That's the weakness you want. Dole Johnson smiled with the sly grin characteristic of a profiteer.

(End of chapter)