Next to the park.

The two cars stopped one after the other, and the driver in front of him had a relaxed expression, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel, and he was humming a small song softly.

The patrol car in the back is a different scene.

The two patrol officers looked a little solemn.

"I see what you mean."

Burgess heard his words and agreed: "The guy in front of me feels too weird, whether he is a murderer or not, take it back and hand it over to the intelligence team first." ”

The two looked at each other, both a little nervous.

"Stay safe."

Saying a word in unison, they pushed the door open almost at the same time.

"Mr. Yates."

Burgess handed the document in his hand to the white man, and said calmly: "Your car was just traded, right, according to the records, your car was suspected of hit-and-run, and a pedestrian was injured as a result." ”

"Is there anything you can tell me about that?"

It's easy to make an excuse.

If the other party wants to prove his innocence, that's perfectly fine.

Go to the police station and say go.

"Nope."

Yates took the document and furrowed his eyebrows: "I just told this officer that I only bought this car for three weeks. ”

"Uh-huh."

Roman gripped the handle of the gun and took a step back: "It may be that the information is wrong. ”

"But no matter what, you still need to go back with us to clarify this matter, now please get out of the car, don't make any reckless actions that will cause me to misunderstand."

Yates slammed his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

Soon, that energy loosened.

He looked out of the car and smiled faintly at Roman.

"Sheriff Morgan."

There was a group of people standing behind the blinds, and Olivia looked down at a man in a surgical gown who was being escorted down from the patrol car by Burgess, and she asked excitedly, "If you can, can you let me interrogate him?" ”

"Absolutely."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the window edge and looked at the green Subaru behind him who was driven back by the patrolman, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

These two people have made great contributions.

As soon as the information was released, it was said that the target had been found before it reached a minute.

This speed frightened everyone in the intelligence group.

I thought it was water grinding kung fu, but I didn't expect to solve the matter easily.

"That's right."

Olivia's voice continued to sound: "Detective Lindsay, would you like to be my interrogation partner?" ”

"Huh?"

Ethan frowned and turned his head to look at Olivia.

It's not just the unspoken rules of interrogation of a man and a woman, the main thing is that this guy has overstepped his authority, and this is his own territory.

"I'm sorry."

As a psychiatrist, Olivia could certainly feel this emotion, and she apologized repeatedly: "That's the case, Detective Lindsay's physical characteristics are all in line with the murderer's habit of committing crimes. ”

"If the one below is the murderer, maybe it can provoke the other party's psychological fluctuations."

As she spoke, she pulled her short black hair back.

I didn't expect this guy's territorial awareness to be so heavy, but she is for work, and it's not false.

"Makes sense."

There was nothing wrong with that, and Erin nodded: "Just let me come along." ”

"Yes." Ethan whispered to Atwater, "Let Burgess bring the man in." ”

"And."

Looking at Antonio again, the words continued: "You call Reagan, and if you can, ask her to come over and help identify people." ”

"Others."

Turning to look at the group of people behind him, he waved his hand and said, "Collect all the information about this guy named Yates, where he used to live and work, these must be found out." ”

"Give you ten minutes, and the interrogation will begin in ten minutes."

"Roger."

After a few responses, the crowd dispersed.

With a name and driver's license, investigating these things is a breeze.

Ten minutes, more than enough.

Horstead returned to his seat, he thought for a moment and pulled out his personal phone and dialed it out.

Observation room.

Ethan sat down on the corner table with his back against the wall and lit his cigarette.

The people in the back came in one after another.

They stood in front of the one-way glass, but they moved out of the way so that they wouldn't obscure their sheriff's view.

"Is that the guy?"

With heavy footsteps, a hoarse voice sounded.

Hank walked into the observation room with a complicated expression.

"Not confirmed."

Antonio hugged his chest and shook his head slowly: "Are Burgess and Roman sure they didn't bring the wrong person?" ”

"This guy."

He thought for a moment and continued, "It looks friendly, like a senior doctor in the hospital. ”

"Don't jump to conclusions."

Ethan pressed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Look closely. ”

"Home address, work information, and your private phone number."

Looking at the guy in front of him in a surgical gown, Erin pressed the clipboard to the table and pushed it over: "Please write down this information, we will contact you at any time about the vehicle accident." ”

"Okay."

Yates glanced at Erin, shrugged her shoulders and picked up the pen: "I said, I just bought that car not long ago." ”

"I actually suggest you contact the original owner."

"Maybe it's more useful."

When he speaks, he has a smile on his face.

This guy's smile is actually very strange, if you look closely, you will find that he only lifts his facial muscles up, so only the upper row of teeth is exposed, and the typical skin smile does not smile.

"Mr. Yates."

Olivia took off her black-rimmed glasses and released the thin case file in her hand: "What brought you to Chicago?" ”

"Work."

Yates wrote unhurriedly, casually saying, "It's at a medical aid station in the Southside." ”

"Uh-huh."

Nodding, Olivia looked at the information above, and still couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart: "So, you used to be a professor at Columbia University in New York, right, when did this happen?" ”

"What about you?"

Yates tossed the pen aside and asked cheerfully:

"When did I become a professor at Columbia University, I believe you should have the information you have in your hands, so what brought you to Chicago, New Yorker?"

As he spoke, his eyes became indifferent.

The other party's accent can't hide from him.

Whatever happened, it's all bullshit, and these people are obviously coming for themselves.

"Need a hint for you?"

Noticing the other party's psychological changes, Olivia said expressionlessly, "Now I'm asking you." ”

"No, you don't."

Yates leaned back and slumped in his chair: "Just ten years ago, if I'm not mistaken. ”

"And after that?"

Erin stroked her long brown hair, then leaned against the corner with her hands on her chest.

That posture is very seductive.

chest, especially prominent.

Yates' attention was completely engaged, and his throat rolled, looking Erin up and down.

The green nails made his pupils shrink slightly.

Upon noticing the other man's brown eyes, Yates' facial muscles twitched and he smiled quite relatablely: "After that, I ran all over the country, and I only came to Chicago recently." ”

"It's a very beautiful city, don't you think?" (End of chapter)