[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Isaac's attitude wasn't friendly, but Vincent Jeremiah didn't care at all, even, he looked a lot more cheered up, which was completely different from the listlessness he had just chatted with Sweets.

"You don't think the killer...is that smart?" Vincent Jeremiah licked his lips, staring straight at Issac.

"Obviously, that person's previous smooth sailing made him a little carried away. Because of a little bit of success, he is complacent and forgets who he is. If he is not stupid, who is stupid?" Isaac said a little impatiently, and then started to rush people, "About you The conversation is over, why are you still here?"

Vincent Jeremiah's eyes became brighter, he took two steps towards the outside, and then turned around suddenly, "Can I have your business card?" Then he blushed more and more under the gaze of Issac, and his voice became lower and lower , "I mean, didn't the FBI say I might be in danger too? I figured if something happened, it would be easier to call your number directly than call 911... I'm just saying, if it's not convenient for you Never mind……"

"It's nothing inconvenient." Isaac frowned, and pulled out a business card from his wallet, "If there is anything wrong with you, call me anytime."

Vincent Jeremiah left happily now, and through the open shutters, Issac could see him kissing the business card vigorously. Vincent Jeremiah looked back as if feeling something, and ran away like a frightened little rabbit.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Sweets asked, clearing his throat.

"Nothing." Issac briefly talked about his and Booth's progress with Sweets, "According to the descriptions of those jurors, the scope of suspects has been narrowed down again. Booth is going to apply for a mediation of the surveillance at the gate of the court. If the videotape If it has not been destroyed, we will make progress soon."

That's good news, but what Sweets cares more about is, "You just said to Vincent Jeremiah…"

"He was also at the scene. Strictly speaking, he is also one of the suspects." Isaac also saw him stabbing him impromptu, "However, his reaction did not look like the murderer we were looking for." Although he still felt There is something wrong, but, "The murderer is a very arrogant and confident person. He will never accept demeaning evaluations of himself."

"And Vincent Jeremiah not only accepted that evaluation, he seemed happy." Sweets covered it with a fist with one hand.

"Yeah, it's a relief to know that the person you're guarding against is an idiot," Issac said. "It makes sense logically, but with the killer's arrogance, I have no doubt he'll guide us." The direction of solving the case, leaving misleading evidence, and even wanting to join it... So far, only Vincent Jeremiah has shown this willingness, but his purpose seems to be different from what I thought."

Sweets finally couldn't help laughing.

"Hey." Isaac glared at him, "Restraint, although you are following Booth now, don't forget, I can also transfer you into the team."

"Understood, remember at all times, don't offend your boss, especially a boss who can retaliate at any time." Sweets immediately looked serious.It's just that the seriousness didn't last for three seconds before it cracked, "I thought you didn't see it."

"Oh, come on, I have the most experience in refusing people, whether it's direct or indirect." Isaac said casually, and then returned to the topic, "During the murder of Glen Trollpoe, did you have Vincent Jeremiah's alibi?"

"He said he's in Baltimore and has been camping out for the past few days, trying to take a perfect photo of a sunrise in the forest." Sweets shook his head, "He's alone, no alibi."

"Huh?" Isaac motioned for Sweets to continue.

"He said that the place he took was away from human habitation, and, for the convenience of moving in the forest, he didn't even drive a car, but only rode a bicycle." Sweets said, "I'm going to take a look at the place he said, if he Wherever you have been, you will definitely leave traces.”

"Baltimore again, isn't there another city nearby?" Isaac grumbled. "By the way, have you checked his camera? The memory card should have the time the photo was generated. It will save a lot of work."

"I thought so before, but although Vincent Jeremiah hasn't become a master of photography, he already has the style of a master." Sweets spread his hands, "He will stay in one place for several days, just to be able to fix a little bit every day Take a satisfactory photo within a short period of time, and then he will choose the most satisfactory one from the hundreds of photos taken and keep it, and the remaining defective products..."

"That is to say, the method I said won't work." Isaac concluded.

"Yes."

"You can deny it so quickly."

"Then let me think for three more seconds, one, two, three, time's up—yes."

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The progress on Booth's side is pretty smooth. The batch of video tapes that should have been destroyed a long time ago were stranded in a corner for various reasons. I missed it.

"It was just a little bit off," Booth said as he brought back the tapes. "The tapes were saved because the guy who handled the tapes was sick and hospitalized, and he was replaced by a new guy."

"You must have been kissed by Lady Luck when you went out today," Isaac said.

"Thank you!" said Dr. Brennan.

Isaac was a little confused, but Booth had already opened his mouth to explain, "Bones, Isaac wasn't talking about you."

"But he said you were kissed by Lady Luck this morning, and I did that this morning." Dr. Brennan didn't think there was any logical problem.

Isaac suddenly realized that the two people with rich love history are finally together.

"Watch the video, watch the video," Booth said hastily.

Booth pulled out the tape from the day of the trial and played it.

There were a lot of people coming and going in the courthouse, and Isaac saw himself walking out quickly.After a while, the target task they were looking for appeared.

Vincent Jeremiah was surrounded by a group of people, and judging from his walking position, he was the one being cared for. Angela froze the frame, cut out the faces that had appeared around him, turned up the resolution, and began to look for their identities.

According to their analysis, those who can remember and recognize the faces of those jurors must have been around.Passers-by in a hurry are obviously not included.After some elimination, five faces appeared on the screen.

Vincent Jeremiah, Mrs. Jeremiah, Vincent's lawyer, prosecutor, and Mr. Jeremiah's sister.

"I'll go check their alibi again," Booth said.

"I don't see a motive." Isaac sighed.

Booth loosened his tie, "Do those lunatics need a motive to kill?"

"The targets of serial killers are usually the channels through which they express their claims, analyzing the victims to infer their psychological state. However, this time the victims were all jurors, and most of them made the same choice , but stimulated the murderer... It should not be profit, what serial killers want is never profit..." Isaac was tired of this kind of half riddle.

"Could it be emotion?" Sweets asked. "Vincent Jeremiah's acquittal must have stimulated someone, so it happened later."

"How is this different from our initial analysis?" Booth said angrily, "You don't want to overthrow the judge's verdict and re-examine this case, do you?"

"Why not?" Isaac said immediately.

"Are you kidding?" Booth's eyes widened. "If I tell Caroline that, she'll scold me to death!"

"A big man like you is afraid of being scolded a few times?" Isaac continued to encourage, "Go, warrior."

"The problem is that the judge has already pronounced a sentence. What reason do you want to reopen a closed case?" Booth thinks that either his ear is wrong or the world is crazy.

"Is the judge so worthy of awe?" Isaac looked around, except for Booth with a broken face and Sweets holding his forehead, the others all looked eager to try.So, he determined that Booth was too timid. "Judges are human too, and if there's a problem, they're happy to fix it."

"What mistake can the judge make?" Booth asked flatly.

"The people of Jeremiah's family, whether it's Vincent Jeremiah's side or Mr. Jeremiah's brothers, shouldn't have the guts to bribe the judge. But, this is a millionaire's inheritance. I checked, and in fact, Mr. Jeremiah All the properties of the company are valued at about 3000 million, for such a large sum of money, would you mind doing some small tricks?" Isaac asked.

"You mean, someone will bribe and create false evidence?" Booth suddenly understood, "And as long as we can prove that some of the people who handled Mr. Jeremiah's body have unknown sources of wealth..."

"All chains of evidence are abolished, and then we can start over." Isaac clapped his hands, "But the premise is that there will really be small moves."

"Now I feel that there must be." Booth was full of energy and looked at Angela full of hope.

"Alright, alright, I'll check." Angela understood.

Then, Angela actually found out that the account of the forensic doctor who performed the autopsy on Mr. Jeremiah suddenly had an extra $20. Booth went to find Caroline to get the warrant and went to the bank. After some investigation, he found that the money was remitted by Mr. Jeremiah's sister who had appeared outside the court.

"How could it be her?" Although Booth felt that this candidate was not appropriate, he expressed his surprise after handing over the evidence to Caroline and asking her to conduct a re-investigation. "I thought it was Vincent Jeremiah's mother at first?"

As for this Jane Jeremiah, she obviously hoped that Vincent Jeremiah would be guilty, so that she would have the opportunity to touch Mr. Jeremiah's estate in the end.

"I remember that during the court statement, the defendant's lawyer once said that Mr. Jeremiah has a hobby of dressing up Vincent Jeremiah." Issac suddenly remembered something, "What if this is not a whim, but a habit that has continued? Vincent Probably not the first person to be groomed by him."

"Is it true? We'll find out after we ask." Booth was a man of action.

Jane Jeremiah is also a straightforward person. She admitted to Booth that she bribed her, and frankly wished that Mr. Jeremiah would die. No matter whether Vincent Jeremiah was intentional or not, she would keep the person who helped her realize her wish.

"Has he always been like this to you?" Sweets didn't understand, "Why didn't you ask your parents for help?"

"How do you know I don't?" Jane Jeremiah asked mockingly.