The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Rhett raised his head abruptly, his eyes widened, "Smilingface?"

Wilson said uncertainly: "It seems... is it called this name?"

All the clues point to the convenience store 'Smilingface', and what's even more coincidental is that the scar on the corner of the victim's mouth looks very much like the distorted smiling face on the shop's cartoon signboard!

Hodge immediately decided to gather all the people to find clues at the corpse dumping site and investigate the convenience store that appeared too frequently.

However, at this time, a more difficult situation appeared.

A young girl came to the police station claiming that her senior was missing.

"I just became a reporter not long ago, and I was still in the internship period. Senior Nena Brittner would occasionally guide me. We made an appointment to have a small stove after work tonight, but I waited at the coffee shop until 09:30 and didn't watch it. To Nena's shadow, it's almost two hours past our appointment time."

Morgan, who stayed behind, had a strange expression on his face, "Only two hours? You know, that's Nena Brittner, who advertises as 'unconventional'. It's normal to miss two hours to follow up some new reports. I got some 'inside information' and rushed to destroy the scene before the police."

"Mr. Detective, you don't know anything at all! Nena never misses an appointment, even if there is an emergency, she will tell me in advance!" The girl slapped the table angrily and stood up abruptly, "It's hard to believe , You, a sympathetic and irresponsible guy, can also become the FBI!"

Looking at the aggressive girl, Morgan silently swallowed the retort of "Since it's an emergency, how can I call you in time", and raised his hands to signal, "Please continue."

The girl let out a long breath, sat back after adjusting her emotions, and continued: "I took the initiative to call Nena, but unfortunately no one answered, and I could only see darkness when I went to her house. It was said that she left work early, so I knew something must have happened to Nina!" She looked very young, probably under 25 years old, although her expression was anxious and her speech was fast, she tried her best to restrain herself, Completely finished the whole story.

Morgan rubbed his temples with a headache. Although he didn't know if the disappearance of this troublesome reporter had anything to do with the case they were investigating, he still kept the transcript and planned to go to Garcia later to check the other party's call records and trajectory. .

"By the way, Louise Lane." He glanced at the girl's registered name and asked, "Has Brittner told you about her itinerary? For example, where and what is she going to do next?"

Ryan thought about it for a while, and really thought of something, "She said she wanted to meet a friend first, but she will definitely come to me at 07:30."

Morgan asked, "What friend?"

"The kind of close relationship, the specific identity Nina didn't say clearly, I only know that she seems to be a policeman, and she has provided some help to her. She still needs the other party recently, so she often sees each other." Ryan blushed, looking a little embarrassed, "Nei Nah, she has a lot of boyfriends, and she's more... er, open about it?"

"The one who helped her..." Morgan caught something for a moment, frowning and slowly spit out the word, "Police?"

Nina Brittner is just a working reporter for a medium-sized newspaper, but she can always get some information blocked by the police, take pictures of some inside stories that have not yet been released, and even make big appearances on TV. I feel that the woman's news is so well-informed that it can be said to be pervasive, but what if I contact Ryan again?This is exactly the rhythm of someone in the bureau leaking the case!

Morgan intuited that this was an extremely important clue. After giving the phone call to his teammate, he used the "super power" of the magical girl Garcia to turn over the database of the entire Manhattan Police Department. After falling to the bottom, he finally caught the tail of the information leaker.

He is just a relatively peripheral police officer who has worked in the Manhattan Police Department for seven or eight years. He has no credit but no fault. Police badges can no longer be worn.

Louise Lane insisted on staying and would not leave until Brittner confirmed that nothing had happened.Morgan followed her, took her to the lounge, got her a cup of hot coffee, and let a police officer take care of her, then hurried to the interrogation room and met the "black sheep" police officer Nock.

According to Mr. Nock, he and Brittner only recently got back together.Before and after the affair, some not-so-important news from the police was occasionally revealed, and it was these news that allowed Brittner to gain a lot of limelight.

But the most important thing now is not to investigate, but to ask about Brittner's news, "According to Louise Lane, you were the last person Nina Brittner saw?"

Nock didn't know about Brittner's disappearance at this time. He only thought that his leak was discovered, so he sighed resignedly and said awkwardly, "We have a... Little date." His eyes were a little dodgy, and his words were cryptic, obviously that little date was not just sitting and chatting purely.

Morgan raised his eyebrows, ignoring this, "When did you separate?"

"It was a bit past six o'clock. I heard the bell strike the hour later, and we separated soon after."

"Six o'clock?!" Morgan's expression was a little strange, his eyebrows twisted and he muttered in disbelief, "It's too fast."

— When I can't hear you!You are questioning in your heart, don't say it out!

The man's dignity was slandered, Nock couldn't stand it and slapped down the table, blushing to defend himself, "We didn't make it to the end!" That's why it was so fast!

Morgan twitched the corners of his mouth, motioning for him to stabilize his mood and continue talking, then listened to Nok take a few deep breaths to stabilize his mood, and then said: "Nena seems to have suddenly thought of something, and then casually...help me, um, and then left in a hurry " At the end of the speech, Noke had some ominous premonition, and asked cautiously: "Wait, what are you asking me for?"

Morgan answered him, "Brittner is missing."

The premonition came true, Nock's eyes widened, and he suddenly thought of a life-threatening feature of Brittner, "She has blond hair and tea eyes!" But he immediately denied, "But she is unmarried!"

"Unfortunately, she had entered the palace of marriage three years ago, although that relationship lasted less than a week." Morgan said: "That's why I came to ask you this, and now I think about it carefully, I want to know you All the details of our last meeting!"

Noke's whole body became depressed, he bent down and arched his body. He pondered for a while before he said uncertainly: "As usual, I casually told her some unimportant case progress, and she seemed to suddenly As if thinking of something, she said she would go home first, and suddenly gave me a warm kiss, saying thank you, she is really going to be famous this time."

"what did you say?"

"Just to mention, the clerk who found the corpse before had covered up the suspect, maybe he was an accomplice...Oh my god, I just said it casually!"

Morgan's voice cooled down, "But she obviously took it seriously." And probably tried to go there to collect evidence.

At this time, a young police officer knocked on the door and came in, seriously spreading a newspaper on the table.Morgan glanced down, and immediately frowned, "Now we've even found out why the deceased appeared prematurely and why she was kidnapped."

That was today's evening paper, which was only released a few hours ago, and the biggest page on it was the breaking news of the serial killer's arrest, and a fuzzy photo that was secretly taken at an unknown time was attached. One cannot help but be convinced.

It's a pity that Wilson in the photo is not the murderer, the real unknown suspect, on the contrary, is not very happy about being robbed of his limelight.

He glanced at Nock with a blank face, stood up abruptly, and called Hodge in the field, "Boss, be careful, Brittner went to Smilingface before he disappeared!"

……

After reporting this information, Morgan left in a hurry and went to find their magical girl to ask for the details of Lenny Luke. In another interrogation room across the wall, Wilson relaxed his sitting position, handcuffed behind his back Struggling lightly, he stroked the keyhole of the handcuffs with his fingertips thoughtfully.

The BAU agents who questioned him had been away for nearly three hours, and it was clearly not normal for him to be left unattended.

It stands to reason that even if you deliberately ignore it in order to put pressure on the suspect, it will only be in the sun for an hour or two. Now this situation is more like some new situation that was not expected. , forgetting about himself.

As for something that could have such an impact, Wilson looked at the surveillance probe above his head and thought leisurely, except for the emergence of a new victim, he didn't think about anything else.

"drop!"

A barely audible sound came from his chest suddenly. Wilson's face remained unchanged, but his hands cuffed behind him moved quickly.He first fumbled through the cuff, took off the spare paper clip, straightened it, and inserted it into the shrinkage hole. He didn't see any action, and the handcuffs snapped open.

Folding the handcuffs and putting them on the table, Wilson stood up unhurriedly and stepped to the door. At this time, the rhythmic ringing sound was only the fourth time.The Qingming stopped abruptly after the seventh sound. Wilson squinted his eyes slightly, and pushed lightly on the steel door of the interrogation room. The white door that had trapped countless suspects slowly opened, revealing the Holding a robot ball in one hand, a tall young man in a suit.

The young man's clothes didn't have a single wrinkle, his face was so perfect that he didn't look like a real person, and his movements and expressions had an inexplicable metallic texture. He bowed slightly, his lips opened and closed slightly, and a deep and pleasant male voice came from behind him. uploaded it.

"Sorry sir, I'm late."

"Besides, due to lack of practice, the lockpicking technique has become a lot rougher." Wilson said slightly sadly: "This time it took a full seven seconds."

The expression on the young man's face was even more ashamed. "The door card accidentally demagnetized. I had to hack into the fire protection system here to open the door lock. It was indeed my mistake."

Wilson looked at the young man with a dejected look all over his body, stepped forward softly, and touched the back of the other's head. The young man suddenly raised his head as if he had finished charging, and looked at him with bright eyes, "Sir?"

"Uh... No. 79, I still don't quite get used to the way you are now." Wilson looked at the robot butler WX-79 he had created with mixed emotions.Originally, he would create the other party, but also because he remembered the past and thought about all kinds of things in the "home" on the top of the mountain. He was once sucked into the world of demons, and after escaping, he changed time and space inexplicably. He didn't know that the housekeeper WX-78 would Won't charge on time, well oil the joints.

The more I think about it, the more I feel sad. In addition, when I was taken in by the old man at that time, a mental worker was forced to receive special physical training. It was very difficult, so I squeezed out time and made a robot with limited tools to talk about it. , the shape is the same as the WX-78 in my hometown.

Afterwards, life got better, but he couldn't bear to let go of this second-generation machine butler, so he had to update the program and improve the raw materials one after another. Later, he even developed artificial intelligence to integrate with the other party. His affection for him was no less than that of WX-78.

The only thing is that the old man seems to be displeased with his randomness, insisting that No. 79's appearance is ugly and does not conform to his aesthetics, forcing himself to transform him into a simulated robot, which makes him not pleasing to the eye no matter how he looks now!

WX-79 glanced at the resentful owner, quietly took out a mirror, looked at his exquisite and perfect self, thought about the old khaki metal shell, and sighed silently.

What a sweet burden to have an aesthetically deviant owner. ╮(╯_╰)╭ Wilson didn't struggle for too long. He quickly came back to his senses and confirmed, "Has the monitoring system been fixed?"

WX-79 respectfully replied: "Yes sir, the road conditions have also been cleared."

Wilson nodded in satisfaction, then stepped out of the interrogation room and walked out calmly.

The road is unimpeded, except for a few unconscious police officers at the corner, it is perfect.However, Wilson quickly ignored these small flaws. After all, for a robot, even with artificial intelligence, it is not easy to use such a gentle method to clear the road.

At least there were no casualties, no?

Wilson just slipped out of the police station in a "low-key" way, and when passing by the coffee machine, he took a cup of hot coffee for himself consciously.After all, I haven't slept for two nights before, and it seems that I can't be free tonight, so it's better to be prepared and refresh myself.

……

It was getting dark outside the police station, Wilson strode forward, and WX-79 followed behind him.At a certain intersection, Wilson paused slightly, "Where is Jack now?"

WX-79's pitch-black pupils suddenly turned white, and there was an inorganic light shining inside, and countless data flashed in it quickly, and almost instantly, he got the answer, "Manhattan First Hospital, intensive care unit. "

"That kind of guy will never die in the hospital." Wilson muttered, and then said to the housekeeper: "Don't worry about it, help me find out the culprit who caused me trouble."

Hacking into BAU's magical girl's computer, WX-79 quickly found the key to the case. After a little thought, Wilson decided to go to the criminal's stronghold. , or as if nothing happened, fleeing to Illinois.

At least no matter whether it is the last life or the present, he is not as willing as the Holy Mother to repay grievances with kindness.

When he was in his "hometown", he was a scientist who stood at the top of most scientific research personnel. Most of his research was in machinery and chemical engineering, so his hands were of course clean.Unlike those colleagues in the base who study biology and genes, the number of animals and living people who died in their hands was even shockingly large.

After all, there are always some desperate gamblers who abandon their wives and children, there are always prisoners waiting to die in prisons who are secretly transferred, and there are always kidnappers who bring children and women... The ugliness of human nature is concentrated in those researchers' suppressed In the laboratory, although he didn't touch it with his own hands, he has seen too much ugliness in human nature because of this, and he is no longer naive.

This life is even worse.

The hellish life at the bottom of the rebirth pool, the mistreatment of the adoptive father, and all the experiences after being taken in by the old man.

He once followed many people, crawling forward in the hail of bullets, and broke people's necks, just to protect the old man's safety.The old man made him cry and bleed, and he also celebrated his birthday during the endless training camp in the severe cold and scorching heat, showing him his rare softness.

I don't know when, the old man has occupied too many places in his heart. He filled all the family affection he needed, and tried his best to love him, teach him, make his body stronger, and make his body stronger. The mind becomes tough.

In fact, he has always regarded him as a father.

After thinking so pretentiously, Wilson felt that Jonathan Klein, who dared to betray the old man in Gotham City and find another backer, was a heinous crime.Coupled with the information he got from Jack, this man actually researched psychotropic drugs behind their backs, and even used patients for human experiments... So many behaviors that stepped on his bottom line, I don't know why the old man just didn't let him do it.

He had no choice but to run away from home at the risk of the old man's rage and clean up the house secretly.

Don't think about it if you don't understand it, solve the Gotham matter early and go home early, the old man should calm down, right?

Thinking of this, Wilson decided to make a quick decision on the murderer who was slowing down his schedule.

Let WX-79 navigate the nearest passage, the two got into the car driven by the butler, and quickly merged into the darkness.

In the dark basement, squeaky rats, creaking boards and flickering old lamps played an eerie symphony.The naked woman tied up on the dirty plank bed sobbed in fear, her body convulsed physiologically.

That was once a beautiful woman, but now she is tearful and dirty.

A man in a gray hoodie walked around anxiously, his face was hidden in the deep hood, and his expression could not be seen clearly.He gasped heavily for a while, then stopped abruptly beside the bed, and turned to face the woman.

The woman convulsed again and cried, "Let me go, let me go! Please..."

"It's me!" The man suddenly took a deep breath, leaned closer to the woman, and whispered extremely fast, "It's not a little boy with a broom, he doesn't even look like he dares to kill a rabbit, How could it be possible to create so many perfect works of art? He doesn't know how to use the force to make the knife cut incisions of the same depth, and he doesn't know how to avoid deadly organs, and even make them laugh the most beautifully!" The man's voice became louder and louder. It got bigger and bigger until it screamed: "I did all of this, it's me! Those incompetent policemen, and you, why do you take away my glory!"

The cold breath sprayed on the neck, the woman's eyes widened suddenly, her heart felt cold, and she couldn't help crying, "Yes... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's my fault, woo..."

Only now did Nena Brittner finally realize what a fool she had done.

She has always been complacent about being able to grab first-hand news. No matter how the police block the news, she can always use some small means to find some little tails that haven't had time to clean up, and then exaggerate the report.

Maybe this is a bit distorted, but it just caters to the taste of the public and makes her a celebrity.

She has never been a woman of integrity, and she has had many lovers. In the Manhattan police station, there happened to be a police officer who was her ex. They just got back together a while ago, and she took this opportunity to add a piece of information that no one else had. channel.

He satisfies his carnal desires, she gets information, how fair.

For example, after the affair, she was able to squat behind the boulders and trees to take blurry photos of the victim, or capture a few moments when BAU captured Wilson, and reported that the brutal murderer was captured... Those sneak shots The result is enough for her to combine text and pictures to piece together the content she wants. For this, she has gained attention, popularity, and now disaster.

She doesn't understand.

Shouldn't the real murderer be hiding quietly?Shouldn't you be secretly happy that you can escape with a scapegoat?Brittner choked and thought, shouldn't everything he's doing be exactly what he wants, why is he angry instead?

Brittner is not a pervert, so he is doomed not to understand perverted thinking.

Just like the man in front of him scolding and screaming until he was panting, he doesn't need any scapegoat, and he doesn't need others to snatch his achievements. ruined!

"You stole my glory." The man squatted down and whispered into Brittner's ear, "You are a thief, you are guilty."

"No...it's not me, it's that Wilson!" The weeping woman yelled, thinking of the young man who had been caught by mistake.She shouldn't have listened to Nok's words today, and ran to the convenience store to find evidence of Lenny Luke!

"No, it's you." Slowly push the thumb, and the "click" sound drawn between the blades out of the sheath is like a curse that reminds him of death. The man slowly raised his head, and the thin face exposed under the brim of the hat was as stiff as a mask. The corners of the raised lips formed a bright arc of smile, which made the whole face suddenly hideous and terrifying.

"No—" Brittner let out a desperate wail as the skin on his chest was cut a little bit.

God, she regretted it.