“OK。”

For Yoang's words, Ryder nodded in agreement, but Luo An raised his eyebrows, pointed to a few scars on Yoang's elbow and asked:

"What's the matter with your elbow?"

Yoon was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the bloody scab on his right elbow, which had not fully recovered, raised his head and said with a relaxed expression:

"It was Nurse Rukia's cat.

Her car broke down the other day, and when I drove here for me to fix it, I didn't notice that the passenger of the car had a cat, so I accidentally got scratched by it. ”

Speaking of which, a white car happened to be parked at the door of the car repair shop, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he cursed in a low voice, but still pointed to the driver of the white car and said:

"That's her, she's Rukia, the nurse at Maria's hospital next door."

Roan and Ryder looked in the direction that Joon was pointing, and saw a stout white aunt struggling out of the driver's seat of the car, and then shouted angrily into the garage:

"Boss! Fix the car! ”

“.....”

Seeing Nurse Rukia's strong body, Ryder didn't react, but the corners of Ann's mouth twitched, and a picture instantly appeared in his mind:

Russian aunt carrying a log.

"Coming soon!"

With a casual shout, Joon turned to look at Roan and Ryder and shrugged:

"If it's okay, I'll go to work first, I'm afraid that the boss will scold me after you leave."

As soon as Ryder was about to nod his head in agreement, Luo An directly shook his head and said:

"No, Joon, you can't go.

You didn't tell us the truth. ”

“what？”

Hearing this, Yoang's heart jumped, and he was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of unhappiness.

Facing Ryder's puzzled eyes, Luo An directly raised his right hand, put his elbow in front of his neck, stared at Joang with both eyes, and explained:

"Only when you strangle someone's neck like this with your elbow, when the other party struggles, will the strangulation's arm leave the same scar on your arm.

So, Joon, answer me, what is the matter with the wound on your arm? Are you sure it was a cat scratch? What cat can scratch six short transverse wounds? ”

After listening to Ann's explanation, Ryder reacted, so he hurriedly set his eyes on Joang, and subconsciously put his hand on the gun on his waist.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Hearing Ann's words, Yoang was shocked in his heart, and when he saw Ryder's movements again, his heart sank, but he shouted with anger on his face:

"I told you just now, these wounds are cat scratches! Do you think I'm black because I'm lying? Damn ......"

"It has nothing to do with the color of your skin! It's just that you're lying! ”

Luo An tilted his head to look at Nurse Rukia, who was unclear but subconsciously leaning on the side, and asked solemnly:

"Hello Nurse Rukia, I'm Agent Roan of the FBI, and Yoon said that the wound on his arm was scratched by your cat, is there such a thing?"

Hearing Ann's question, Rukia was stunned, and was just about to answer, when Joang's face changed drastically, and he rushed towards Ryder decisively, stretching out his hands, and the target was the pistol on Ryder's waist.

Boom!

"Ahh

A gunshot rang out, and Joon collapsed to the ground clutching his right hand and wailing.

He also noticed Joang's movements, but took a step back before he was about to pull out his gun and shoot at the team, Ryder turned his head to look at Roan, his face solemn.

He didn't expect Luo An to be so fast.

Calmly putting away Glock 18, Roan gave Ryder a look, motioned for him to handcuff Joon, and then said nonchalantly:

"Lying to the FBI is a felony under federal law. Trying to snatch an FBI's agent from a gun is a felony. Congratulations, Joon, for a prison package, and I hope you have a great time in it. ”

"Shit! The ...... raised by the standard"

Handcuffed by Ryder, Joang lay on the ground and cursed, showing no regret at all, Roan kicked him unconscious, motioned for Ryder to put him in the car, and then took out Nokia and made a call.

Half an hour later, Lacey and several SWAT members took Joang back to the FBI's New York headquarters, while Roan and Ryder went to Joang's home.

On the way, thinking of Ryder's silence for a long time just now, he said to Luo An:

"Thank you, Roan."

"It's okay."

Luo An, who was sitting in the co-pilot, replied casually, his attention was still on the victim-related information in his hand at this time, and after hearing Ryder's words, he asked casually:

"Ryder, do you think it is possible that Yoon is the murderer of this serial murder?"

"Impossible."

Hearing Luo An's question, Ryder, who was driving, replied categorically:

"This Joon may have killed people, but he is definitely not a serial murderer in this case."

"Oh? Why? ”

Roan looked up and looked at Ryder with interest, not understanding why he was so sure.

He remembered that Ryder didn't seem to have much to do with the analysis of the case, and only did what he was told.

As for analyzing criminal psychology or anything, Ryder didn't know anything about it.

"It's simple, Roan."

Ryder, who was driving, grinned:

"I've heard a violent argument before that 90 percent of America's serial murderers are white, and I don't believe we're so lucky to meet a black serial murderer."

Ann: "......"

Joon's home, not far from the garage, was a shabby-looking brown bungalow.

The pitch-black SUV slowly came to a halt across the street, and Roan and Ryder stepped out of the car, stepped over the dilapidated fence gate, and went straight into the yard.

The two of them stood at the door of the house in a hunched battle readiness posture, one left and one right, and after counting down to three, Ryder kicked open the door and rushed in.

“FBI！”

Roan shouted slogans while constantly searching the various rooms in the house.

"Safety."

"Safety!"

After checking the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and so on, and finding no sign of anyone's presence, Roan and Ryder returned to the living room of the room.

casually took out a small packet of white flour under the coffee table in the living room, Ryder pursed his lips and threw it aside, turned his head and asked:

"Would you like to call the trace inspection team?"

"Not yet."

Roan shook his head, rejected Ryder's proposal, and then frowned and scanned the room left and right, even measuring the width of the bedroom and living room step by step.

"What's wrong?"

Ryder was a little confused.

"This house is the wrong size, did you notice?"

Luo An walked around the kitchen and living room, then pushed open the door and walked outside the house, touching his chin to observe the size of the house.

Ryder also understood something when he heard this, but he didn't notice anything, and after Luo An watched carefully for a while, he walked to the kitchen and decisively pulled the entire refrigerator away from its place.

A small door half a person tall appeared at the back of the refrigerator.

"Well done, Roan."

Carefully pushed the small door open, and behind it was a staircase more than one person wide and bottomless in black.

This staircase occupies a small distance from the house.

Perhaps it was because he heard that Roan's voice was different from the previous voice of Rio, and a weak female voice came from under the dark stairs:

“help.....”