villain public enemy

In the early morning, when the sun shines through the window on the sleeping Qius, he impatiently pulls the quilt to try to block the unwitting sunlight.

After staying in bed for 2 minutes, remembering that today he planned to visit a nearby school, Qiu Si struggled to sit up. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the "Bible" with a sleepy face. Today's ability is—" Spoiler party".

After being stunned for a while, Qiu Si found the explanation of this ability in his mind, closed the book with a snap, and poked the cover of the book, "The recent abilities are useless, can you give me some strength? Brother .”

"Bible" jumped up on the bed and patted Jus on the head lightly, as if accusing him of ignorance.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Qius spread his hands, with an expression of "what can I do with you, why don't I forgive you like my father".

"Good morning." Hannibal seemed to be in a good mood. Juss was eating the freshly baked toast smeared with thick butter. He looked up at him, his expression froze for a second, and then quickly lowered his head, Pretend not to see anything.

Hannibal pulled out his chair, sat across from Joss, and poured himself a strong cup of coffee.

"Would you like a drink, Juce?"

Oh, here comes the trick, could it be to make up for the sin of disturbing people's dreams last night?Qiu Si cursed in his heart, but he directly refused.

Hannibal didn't seem to see the meaning of Qiu Si's refusal. He said self-consciously: "I heard that ShakeShack is also open today. After experiencing the commotion yesterday, there will not be many people queuing today."

Juss said tentatively and half mockingly, "Is it psychologist's magic?"

Hannibal shook his head with a smile, and said, "It's just a simple speculation."

"It's just a simple conjecture, Watson." Sherlock was very energetic when he woke up this morning. He put on his formal clothes and paced back and forth in the room. It is not difficult to see that he is very excited at this time.

This time it was Watson's turn to be listless, he should know, how could Sherlock obediently give up on pursuing the "Buffalo Bill" case, and was woken up by the excited Sherlock at 5 o'clock in the morning. Reasoning is interested, but he is still very tired at the call of the goddess of sleep.

"Okay, Watson, don't be so listless, cheer up." Sherlock said excitedly with a pipe in his mouth and a cane in his hand.

Watson stood up resignedly.

"We have to hurry there, I'm sure those FBIs must have arrived." Sherlock showed a disgusted expression when he mentioned those FBIs, "Compared to them, I find the police officers in Scotland Yard much cuter gone."

Watson felt that if Gleeson and Lestrade could hear this, they would fall from their comfortable seats in terror.

Although he pretended to ignore Hannibal on the surface, Hannibal's words undoubtedly attracted Qiu Si's attention. If there were not many people in line, he could indeed stop by and buy a hamburger before going to school.

Early in the morning, police cars rang through Eighth Avenue, where ShakeShack was located.

At around 4:2 this morning, before dawn, a drunk man came out of the Rose bar on Eighth Avenue. He took a shortcut in the alley and accidentally tripped over a wine bottle on the ground. Thanks to this unlucky guy, The second body of Buffalo Bill's men has been found.

The unlucky guy still hasn't recovered from what he saw, and it was the residents who were woken up by him who called the police.

"What's the situation now?" Morgan asked after gesturing to a police officer with the FBI ID in his hand.

The police officer glanced at him, then turned his attention to the masked corpse, and said, "The scene has been destroyed, but it is confirmed that this is not the first scene of the murder."

Gideon came over, his face was haggard, his voice was hoarse, and he whispered: "As we predicted, Buffalo Bill is a serial killer, he won't stop until we find him, let Rhett pay attention to the surrounding crowd people."

"Okay," Morgan said.

JJ went around the fence, she had just gone to consult with the witness, the poor guy was incoherent, couldn't even get the words out, it took JJ a while to stabilize his emotions.

"The eyewitness said that he came out of the bar at about 4:10. I measured the distance from the bar to here, and it was about 3 minutes. The cameras in this alley and the road in front were destroyed because of yesterday's riots. , there is no way to find out who passed by here." JJ tapped the notebook in his hand and said clearly.

Morgan raised his brows, and keenly discovered the meaning of JJ's words—this meant that his body throwing was a temporary intention, not a long-term plan.

"It seems that he is a very careful person." Gideon said thoughtfully.

"Well, how can you stop me? I'm here to help you." Sherlock was stopped outside the isolation zone, and the dedicated police had only one answer to his remarks: "NO."

Watson patted his head. He should have thought that this would happen. After all, this is not England.

"Let them in." Gideon turned around, and after seeing what happened, he said to the policeman, "They are here to assist us."

Sherlock bent down to pass through the isolation zone, and rolled his eyes at the policeman childishly, "Detective Gideon, it seems that you have considered my suggestion."

Gideon glanced at Sherlock, ignored him directly, and said to Watson, "I think you are Dr. Watson."

Watson nodded a little flattered.

Gideon smiled and said, "I've read your blog, and you write really well. My favorite is The Hound of Baskerwells, it's such a thrilling adventure."

Sherlock snorted, he understood what Agent Gideon meant, they wanted to cooperate with him, but they didn't want him to interfere too much, typical Yankee thoughts.

"Mr. Holmes, just as you and we expected, the murder happened again. We hope you can help us find Buffalo Bill as soon as possible." Gideon knows enough is enough. He appreciates the talent of Sherlock Holmes, but he is too proud of him Conceited temper means stay away, not everyone can be as good-tempered as Dr. Watson.

Sherlock raised his chin, gently lifted the cloth covering the corpse with his cane, and his eyes became serious.

Gideon didn't stop him.