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

Isaac quickly made the assignment, Black and Sweets, two people who are good at talking, went to see Roger and Grote who had helped the two girls, Will went to the scene where the first car broke down, and Walsh went to the place where the girls finally abandoned the car At the scene, each of them was accompanied by a police officer, so they would not appear too weak in action.And Issac took Aubrey—he recruited him, he would not give a semi-finished product to others before he was sure he had the ability to fly solo—to check the reporter who they wanted to see before he came The car found on the abandoned road.

The two cars have been transported back to the temporary everyone's site, and a man is lying in the car seat to collect evidence.

"It looks like it's been a while." Aubrey couldn't help commenting, he still had the frizz of a newcomer on his body, the first time he followed Case had such a big movement, which made his heart that wanted to make a contribution to the limelight ready to move, and expressed is also very positive.

"Did I do that too?" The thought flashed through Isaac's mind, and then his gaze landed on the opened hood.He dare not say that he knows everything about cars, but to be honest, he spent a lot of money in it when he was in college, and the general problems really don't bother him.

"Find why the car broke down?" Isaac asked.

"Yes, but I think that's probably not good news." A man in overalls got out of the car, "There is an 80.00% possibility that the two girls may have been kidnapped by unknown persons. The kidnapping method is very professional , But maybe they are not skilled enough, they know to erase the evidence, but they don’t know that some evidence is erased too thoroughly, which is another kind of evidence.”

"Someone cleaned the car?" Isaac frowned. This is not good news. "What did you find?"

"I checked this car thoroughly from inside to outside. There are no fingerprints, no fingerprints, including the original owner of this car." The man in overalls said, "Only some fabric fibers are left, I will I found their source. Moreover, I detected a blood stain reaction in the car, and with a little more time, the result may be confirmed."

"It looks like vandalism." Isaac yanked a pipe from the side of the car's engine. "The breaks are too neat. Aging damage doesn't work like that."

"I have a guess, do you want to hear it?" The man in overalls raised his eyebrows, "It's from the FBI in the United States."

"Issac Costa, as you said, the FBI." Issac held out his hand.

The man in overalls shook hands with him, "Terence Crofts, everyone likes to call me TC. I'm the forensic officer in charge of this case. To be honest, if it weren't for your accent, I wouldn't be able to guess who you are, but no one told you My FBI has logged in."

"Huh?" Isaac made a confused nasal sound that he didn't recognize. "I think you should have been notified before I came."

"I mean, on the Internet, your whereabouts are well hidden." TC took out his mobile phone from his pocket and shook it, "If someone knows that you are coming, then the actors are all here, and the show can begin .”

"I guess it's sarcasm?" Isaac asked.

"It's anger." TC sighed, "Sorry, it doesn't feel good to be treated like trash by the public."

"So, we need to solve this case as soon as possible?" This level of small friction is simply not worth mentioning, "You just said you had a guess?"

"That's right." TC said, "As you said, this pipe was sabotaged, so first of all, someone who can do it must have access to this car. Those two girls are eager to get rid of the status quo , had no motive to do so. Neither did the original owner, because if they were mean, there would be no need for that car to be loaned out. They stay, well, I'm not trying to beat my peers, but there's a good chance it's going to be over."

"Australia is big, and there's not enough police here," agrees Issac.

"Therefore, there should be a third party besides these two groups. They appeared when Tammy and Edith left Roger's place and drove to the nearest town, perhaps as backpackers or loners, In short, they gained the trust of the two girls and gave them the opportunity to tamper with their car." TC pointed to the crack in the pipe, "The damage was not that big at first, so the car can still run normally , everything was running smoothly, until the problem became bigger and the car broke down, and they showed their true colors. At that time, their car had driven into the wrong road, which made them aware of the danger, or they didn't realize it Arrived and walked together again, but anyway, this is the most likely thing that happened before they disappeared."

"Have you found any traces near the scene?" Isaac thought of this and sent a text message telling Walsh to pay close attention.

Walsh responded with a bullying mirror emoji smoking a cigarette.

"No, I guess they are strong and familiar enough with the surrounding environment. Maybe they left something behind, but it was almost destroyed by the heavy rain before." TC said that this was also very frustrating, no matter how professional and skilled he was, he created something out of nothing, There is no such thing as turning back time.

"The reporter has been found." At this time, Robinson called, and he told Isaac the news.

"I'll be there right away." Isaac nodded to TC, said goodbye and left.

"Does anyone really trust a random person on the side of the road?" On the way there, Aubrey couldn't help but wonder, "I mean, don't they have a little bit of defense?"

"If your living environment has always been simple, and you received help when you were in great need not long ago, what would you do when you met another person who seemed to need help?" Isaac asked rhetorically.

"Continuing the help is like a kind of feedback transmission." Aubrey understood immediately, but he seemed a little depressed instead.

Isaac also doesn't like this kind of story about the farmer and the snake, but he finds that he seems to encounter this kind of thing all the time recently, and he doesn't know what evil it is.He has been trying his best to maintain his state of mind in a sunny state, but what happened recently is undoubtedly that the sun was covered by dark clouds. .

Yes, I can still remember a few verses now, and it seems that I am not in such a bad state. Isaac thought blankly, and pushed open a door, inside a somewhat thin man with round glasses stood up and looked at him as if surprised.

Isaac still has an impression of him. In the video, this man is like an erupting volcano, stirring up public opinion in another direction, making the already complicated composition of the on-site search personnel even more complicated.

From the simple disappearance at the beginning, to the suspected murder later, and now twisted into a supernatural phenomenon, such a magical plot all happened within the 24 hours Isaac spent on the plane.

"SSAIssac Costa, from the FBI." Issac made a short introduction, "Please take a seat."

"I'm Aubrey." Aubrey quickly added a sentence to himself, and then sat obediently aside, took out his notebook and prepared to write down what he would say later.

"Hi, I mean, hello." The man clasped his hands so hard that Issac could see his hands shaking, "I'm Francis Keats, I guess you know my name, after all, you asked me Didn't he come?"

"Relax, being overly nervous won't do your talking good," says Issac.

"You know what I'm going to say?" Francis Keats asked in surprise.

"I don't think you are the kind of person who just wants to make a big news out of grandstanding and disrespect the facts." Issac's face was a little worried but would be noticed by those who should be aware, "I watched the video , your behavior at the time was not like this, you just want more people to pay attention to this matter, you are asking for help, you know part of the truth, but no one believes you, you can only use this inappropriate method ..."

Francis Keats' eyes were red.

"You have family members involved in this, right?" Isaac continued, "Just like this time, it was also in that area, just disappeared like that, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find it."

"That's right, that's it!" Francis Keats stood up and turned around several times before realizing that his satchel was still straddling his body. He opened the bag and took out a large stack of paper documents from it, "My Fiancee, her family used to have a hut in the woods over there. Before we got married, she said she would go there with her family for vacation, but she never came back after she left. I went to find her, and I also reported the crime. But it didn't work. And at that time, their family had financial problems, and the bank loan could not be repaid at all, so the police believed that their family escaped on purpose... I know it's not, but, this matter just ran aground I was not reconciled, and kept visiting, and then found that this was by no means an exception. I handed over the evidence I collected to the sheriff at that time, but this matter did not go any further, and those evidences could not be retrieved. I had to Do not restart the collection."

"Which officer?" Isaac frowned. No one had mentioned this to him.

"Sheriff Burne-Jones, but you can't find him, he died three years ago." Francis Keats replied, "Since then, no one has taken my words seriously, and, because I You know I'm a reporter, they even suspected that I made up a perverted killer for the sake of fame. No one believed me, sorry, I really didn't mean to take advantage of those two girls, but, I really I need everyone to turn your attention here, my Laura, I can't let her disappear into this world for no reason like this, no one cares, no one cares..." At the end, he broke down in tears.

"You don't need to be sorry," Isaac heard himself say. "You've been a great help."