"Oh, oh, oh~"

Mitchell put his hands up: "I know what you want to do?" ”

"You're trying to threaten me with that murder this morning and force me to confess to the theft, right?"

"I'm not fooled."

Mitchell shrugged his shoulders and said, "I won't tell you, please give me a call, I want to find a lawyer." ”

"Without a lawyer, there will be nothing."

Antonio patted him on the shoulder: "I want to make a deal with you, do you like to make a deal?" ”

"Uh-huh!"

Mitchell was also bluffing, he was directly arrested this time, and he knew that it was useless to find a lawyer and a waste of money.

His eyes lit up when he heard the deal.

"That's your territory, you walk around every day, sift through targets, and then you start."

Antonio leaned in front of him and stared at him in the eyes: "I think you must have noticed something unusual this morning. ”

"Two girls have already been raped and killed, you give me clues, and I will let you leave."

Mitchell blinked quickly, crooked the corners of his mouth and asked:

"How do I know if you can be trusted or not?"

"You don't have a choice!"

"How can you be sure I'll find something unusual?"

"From my experience." Antonio's eyes narrowed: "Cheetahs always know where the hyenas are, and you couldn't be more sensitive to those who invade your territory. ”

Mitchell's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "I like your analogy, I like it very much." ”

"Okay, then I'll believe you once."

He thought for a moment, sniffed and said, "At about five o'clock in the morning, there is such a man. ”

"He's wearing a gray-black running suit and he's been stretching."

"I looked around as if I was looking for something."

Mitchell nodded: "At that time, according to my judgment, he was either a criminal or a policeman. ”

He glanced at Antonio and said with a hint of a smile, "But I've never seen a police officer wear such a good watch, so." ”

The voice is not loud, and the damage is extremely high.

In the observation room next to it, several coughs rang out.

"Be serious." Antonio pinched him the shoulder: "How close were you to him at that time." ”

"How so?"

Mitchell raised an eyebrow: "Close enough to see his face, can you bring me a cup of coffee?" ”

"Of course!"

Antonio smiled and let go of his hand and picked up the evidence bag: "Wait a minute, I'll be right away." ”

Sure enough, a major clue was obtained, and the people next to him walked out of the observation room one after another and high-fived Antonio.

Burgess's palms were sweating slightly with excitement, but she didn't forget her duty and quickly returned to her seat.

"Rusek!"

As he walked back to the Chase room, Olinski shouted.

"Roger, coffee."

Rusek slid to the pantry without saying a second word from Orlinsky.

"Now it's clear to everyone."

Hank tapped on the table: "Now investigate the data from several surveillance cameras in the vicinity there. ”

"In order not to be surprised, between four and five thirty in the morning, all the white men in gray and black tracksuits were screenshotted and handed over to Mitchell for identification."

This is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, and there are hundreds or thousands of people who go for morning jogs and pass by in the morning.

Men's running clothes are basically those colors.

But now there is no way, but to use the kung fu of water drops.

Jean immediately went to retrieve the surveillance data, and the others returned to their seats, ready for a long battle.

More than a dozen cameras, an hour and a half of video content.

Stop, stop, stop, you can't do it in a few hours.

Erin came up from the shower, and after she understood the situation, the Chase room became quiet, and everyone was staring at the screen.

Ethan is no exception, at this time, it is not suitable to touch fish.

Half an hour later, Burgess's desk phone rang, and she put down the phone and walked briskly to the sheriff's office.

After a few words, the two hurried downstairs.

Ethan rubbed his dry eyes and picked up his coffee cup.

After a while, the chaotic footsteps moved upwards, and Hank's hoarse voice rang out: "Thank you very much for coming, this is the Intelligence Group." ”

Ethan and Olinsky looked at each other, and the latter picked up a duckbill hat to cover his messy hair.

As Hank walked upstairs, in addition to Burgess, there was also a blonde woman in a long trench coat, with a slender figure and a bit of style between her eyebrows.

Behind the blonde woman was a black man with an inch head, a black jacket and a short beard.

Everyone got up one after another, and they all greeted each other.

These two people should be the colleagues from New York that Hank said, and others have come from so far to help, so they naturally have to show a warm side.

"Hi, Detective Rollins."

"Hey, Detective Oderfinn."

In the face of the warm greeting crowd, the two New York police detectives kept shaking hands and quickly recognized people.

"Oh my God."

Black detective Oddfen looked at them and smiled and spread his hands:

"You're all so welcoming, but what's going on with that woman downstairs is like eating a big vat of ice."

The crowd chuckled, knowing they must be talking about Pratt.

"Leave her alone."

Olinsky changed the subject: "Welcome to Chicago, do you need a place to rest?" ”

"No need."

Detective Rollins, the blonde police detective, was resolute, she saw the photo on the whiteboard, and walked over quickly: "We're here to work, why don't you start with a cup of coffee?" ”

This time, without greeting anyone, Rusek automatically walked to the pantry.

The luggage was placed in the corner, and the two New York police detectives took a short break before sharing the facts of the case they had analyzed.

The people of the intelligence group all gathered around.

Burgess also quietly moved his chair and pricked up his ears.

Odfen, the black male police detective, was the first to start, he grabbed his short beard, waved his hands and said:

"No matter what the case is, it must start with the mode of crime."

"Why started in New York and now comes to Chicago, will this person be a salesman, this happens to be his sales route."

"Or is it a truck driver on an intercontinental highway who commits a crime based on his own transport route?"

"These are all directions worthy of our investigation."

"That's right." Detective Rawlings brushed her blonde hair behind her ear and waved the folder in her hand:

"It's a valuable common denominator that we've studied on the plane, and there's a manufacturing fair going on in New York City when the city is doing rape and killing."

"And now this fair, it's in Chicago, it's being held at the Richton Center."

"That's the name, isn't it?"

"Rittenhouse Square." Hank nodded, taking a few steps forward and taking the folder.

He handed the folder to Jean in the back: "Sift through and find out all the people who participated in these two exhibitions." ”

Seeing this clue, the people of the firing group all smiled.

If this clue is useful, they won't have to stare at surveillance video anymore.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Coming to what Jean is best at, he confidently took the folder and walked briskly downstairs.

(End of chapter)