Faced with the questioning of the female teaching assistant, Ethan revealed a little bit of the case to her.

Hearing that Professor Weber's son and mentor had been killed, the other party was shocked and couldn't believe what he had heard.

"If."

Ethan snapped his fingers in front of her to bring her back to her senses: "If it was really York who was using real events to prove his case, what do you think he would do?" ”

"How do I know?"

The voice of the female teaching assistant became trembling: "I'm not a policeman." ”

"Hey."

Ethan stretched out his hand, slapped her on the shoulder, and gently kneaded it a few times: "Don't panic, there are still people whose lives are in danger, and I need your help." ”

"You don't need to be a cop, with York's academic arguments, what would he do?"

This kind of thing also needs to be answered by professionals.

Anyway, the other party also heard York's defense.

"That's right." The female teaching assistant stabilized her mind and thought, "If what you said was really done by York, then Professor Webb would be fine." ”

"York's argument that trauma is transferable."

"Professor Webb is the object of his trauma, and he wants to use the professor to prove that his research is correct."

With a bone-brow of her eyes, she looked at Ethan:

"If he wants to do something, it must be the people around Professor Weber."

"Thank you."

Ethan shook her hand and beckoned Erin to leave.

Now in this situation, it is almost certain that York is the murderer.

"What should we do?" Erin hurriedly followed, and said in an anxious tone: "If this York is the murderer, then we are facing a neurotic this time, and it is still a smart neurotic." ”

"Inform Olinsky and find Professor Webb's family."

Ethan pushed open the classroom door and said quickly, "Let's see if any other relatives are still alive." ”

"At the same time."

Looking at Erin, he continued: "Get York's address again, whether he did it or not, control it first." ”

York was saddled with a court injunction and it was very easy to find his address.

I just don't know what I can find over there.

Maybe the guy has already gone into hiding somewhere, and the two of them each picked up the phone and quickly explained the latest situation and what they were going to do next, and now they had to act quickly.

A gentle breeze blows away the smoke.

Ethan helped Erin straighten out the bulletproof vest on her with a cigarette in his mouth, and after getting dressed neatly, he pulled the velcro hard.

"That's it."

Erin patted her body and banged, "I hope it's useless." ”

"Until you find that bastard, you'll have to wear it to work as long as you go to work." Ethan adjusted his bulletproof vest comfortably and flicked off the cigarette ash: "I don't know what it will do, though." ”

"But yes, it's better than nothing."

"Neurosis plus maniac." Erin nodded, and removed half of the cigarette from his mouth:

"We do have to be careful with this kind of person."

They chatted under the shade of a tree, and across from them was a small red building where York lived.

Don't rush in to check it out, wait for someone to come over.

Several patrol officers are pulling up the cordon, and there are many people around.

I just received a phone call that Antonio had found someone in Professor Webb's residence, who was tied to a chair, just like the female assistant said, and he was not harmed.

Professor Webb just said that he was tied up by York, and after the other party told a lot of nonsense, he left.

"Here we are."

Seeing the two cars coming from the corner of the street, Erin hurriedly threw away her cigarette butts.

"Hey."

Rusek was the first to get out of the car and said hurriedly: "I have bad news here, it has been confirmed that Professor Weber's wife, Susanna, is missing. ”

"Where she works, and the client she was supposed to meet today."

"We contacted her, and we all said we didn't see her."

"Shet."

Hearing this, Erin kicked the car hard.

Everything is the same as the female teaching assistant said, that bastard wants to prove his academic arguments against Professor Webb through real-life cases.

If this kind of person is not crazy, then no one is crazy.

"In that case, Webb's wife is likely to be in this house." Atwater strode over and made his guess: "Shet, I hope we don't find another body in there." ”

"That's exactly what we need to look into."

Ethan replied to him and greeted the bomb disposal team.

He knew in his heart that there was no living person in the house.

As for whether there are any dead people, it needs to be checked to find out, and by the way, York must be checked in the house to see if there are any traces left.

After some preparation, the bomb disposal team got to work.

Several people in explosion-proof suits pushed open the small door in the front yard and approached the small building with explosion-proof shields.

Ethan, as well as the patrol police, were watching from afar, and this battle also made many passers-by raise their mobile phones and take pictures of all this curiously.

"Click."

A few people walked slowly up the steps in front of the door, and the one at the front made a crunch when he stepped on the third plank.

The wooden steps also sank down slightly.

"Fake."

His body froze, and his mouth cursed.

"Bang!"

In my ears, there was a violent explosion.

The doors and windows of the entire building were shattered, and a cloud of flames erupted outward, sending countless shards of glass and wood splinters flying in all directions like bullets.

The resulting shock wave overturned several members of the bomb disposal team.

Ethan grabbed Erin and quickly protected her underneath, her back crackling with countless pieces.

The crowd of onlookers was frightened by the sudden explosion and fled.

There was a buzzing in the ears and a whistling sound.

"Help." Ethan propped up the ground, quickly got up, and shouted loudly: "Call an ambulance, fire truck." ”

The ground was a mess.

Broken objects that were blown up from inside the house fell everywhere.

Several of the patrol officers were also blown up, and one of the unlucky men was stabbed in the thigh by a sharp wooden plank that flew over and was screaming.

"Call the main desk."

Erin came back to her senses, grabbed the walkie-talkie with trembling hands, and hurriedly called.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, and quickly ran to the small building that was bursting with fire, and the four members of the bomb disposal team all fell to the ground.

I didn't have time to ask about the situation, so I grabbed one with one hand and pulled it out hard.

Rusek and Atwater, who were behind them, came back to their senses, and they also staggered forward, pulled a man up with all his might, and quickly dragged him out of the danger zone.

"Are there any injuries?"

Putting the person down on the road, Ethan hurriedly asked.

"Ahem."

After a few violent coughs, the man on the left took off his helmet.

He shook his head in pain, his fingers rolling in his ear, indicating that he couldn't hear anything now.

"Gross."

The guy on the right turned to his side and vomited loudly.

(End of chapter)