[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

After the little girl was settled, the train arrived at the station, and the police rushed onto the train and surrounded the carriage.

Sheldon sneered coldly: "Every time the male protagonist does everything, the police come!"

"Sheldon, we're policemen too!" Reid rolled his eyes, and took out his FBI ID to show to the policeman in the car, "FBI, this gentleman didn't hurt anyone, but he kidnapped this girl."

Raven had already handcuffed Antos, and handed Antos to them when the police came up.

And at this moment, Antos yelled: "You are the police, you are the police! You, the police, killed my son - I will kill you!"

Antos yelled to kill, and it was the police who killed his son, which is definitely not a trivial matter.

The police were very helpless with his performance.

But fortunately, they have already arrived in Portland, so after the police caught Antos and got off the car, when Raven and Rhett got off the car, they ran into the person who came to pick them up.

The person who came to pick them up was obviously also a policeman, but it was different from the people who came to take Anthos away before. Those people were called policemen, and these people were called detectives.

The detective who came to pick him up was called Nicholas Burckhardt, but everyone called him Nick.

Nick looks very young, less than 30 years old, looks clean, and his hair is very neatly arranged.

Rhett was not used to shaking hands with others, so Raven had to go over and exchange some pleasantries with him. Based on these few words, Rhett was sure that this Nick Burckhardt was definitely not an ordinary person, or... it could be said What is he hiding.

"Welcome to Portland." Nick said, and opened the car door. It was a black police car, and there was a person sitting in the car, wearing a soft sweater, and even the coat was made of pure cotton.

"Uh... oh, oh, I mean... welcome!" The people sitting in the car saw the two FBIs getting into the car with really frightened faces, even though they were sitting taller than Rhett, and their faces were full. Stubble, but... His panic is definitely much higher than Rhett's.

"Monroe, they are the FBI agents Leonard asked me to pick up, so I'm going to the police station now, where will I send you? The supermarket? Or your house?" Nick patted the man's shoulder, trying to make him He relaxed a bit, "This is Raven Whitewolf, this is Spencer Reed, they are both FBI from Quantico, Monroe." After introducing the two newcomers, he turned to the two FBI The agent introduced the gentleman next to him, "Eddie Monroe, my friend, he...is very nervous sometimes."

"I'm not nervous!" Monroe yelled, taking a peek at Raven before retreating into his seat.

Putting on the seat belt, Monroe muttered, not daring to look back, but peeking at the situation behind him from the rearview mirror.

He kept saying, "I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous, I won't be nervous, of course I'm not nervous, how could I be nervous, I've never been nervous, so I've never been nervous!"

Nick could only curl his lips, kick the accelerator, and drive the car back to the police station.

There are many people in the police station.

This is an open office area, the captain's position is at the innermost, and a separate office is separated by transparent glass, and outside the office area, the laboratory area upstairs and the autopsy area downstairs belong to the police station Of course, don’t ignore other departments, such as specially rebuilt special departments-drugs, rape, gangsters, some of these have to be linked with other regional police stations, so there will be special persons in charge, However, they all belong to the jurisdiction of captain Sean Leonard, and the only thing that does not belong to his management is probably the high-ranking "director".

This is why the director must ask the FBI to come.

No one wants their rights to be emptied, especially if this is the chief—even the mayor will go over him to contact Leonard, which makes the police chief feel deeply offended.

So, the agents sent by the FBI became his last straw.

But the problem is that the person in charge of picking up the detectives is actually Sean Leonard's person.

The chief was a little upset—no, he was very upset!

Just as he was about to go downstairs to see the two FBIs who had come over, someone reported that the two FBIs had subdued a robber on the train, which relieved the somewhat worried Director Jagmar Anderson.

If the other party can have such self-assessment ability, then...it probably won't take Sean Leonard's order very seriously, which is very important.

Anderson decided to sit in his office chair and wait for the two FBIs to report to him.

However, Nick took the two of them to the police station, arranged for Monroe to sit in the rest area and drink some tea for a while, and then took the two of them to Sean Leonard's office.

Entering the office, Sean was staring at his notebook in a daze.

"Captain, we're here." Nick knocked on the door and led the two of them in, "Dr. Spencer Reid, Raven Whitewolf."

"Hello." Sean stood up and extended his hand to the two of them.

Raven immediately went over to shake hands with him, then turned his head and gave Rhett a wink.

Rhett frowned and didn't reach out for a long time.

So, Sean instantly understood what was going on, and naturally withdrew his hand, smiling at Rhett.

Therefore, Sean Leonard's ability to become the real one in the Portland Police Department is entirely his own ability, and Mr. Chief really does not have such ability.

Rhett smiled, this time, he did not have the usual embarrassment.

Since he wasn't embarrassed, when facing Sean Leonard, he naturally didn't have the nervousness that he used to have when facing strangers.

Nick asked at this time: "Then I go out first?"

"Wait." Sean stopped him, "You stay, Nick... no, let Monro come in too, he came with you, right?"

Monroe, the tall man who came over with Nick just now, is sitting in the lounge area now.

Raven was suspicious, that Monroe was definitely not a policeman, but why did he let that person in who was not a policeman?There is absolutely something wrong with this.

Nick could only turn around and look for Monroe.

When Monroe came over, Sean went to close the door himself, and when he came back, everyone sat down, and he himself sat behind the desk.

"Everyone," Sean smiled, his smile was fake, but he didn't look annoying, "I don't want to say too much, everyone, Nick Burckhardt, he is the gold medal detective of our police department, and Monroe..." Sean looked at Nick, obviously expecting him to explain.

Nick shook his head: "Monroe, my friend, but he... helped a lot in handling the case."

So, all eyes were on Monroe.

"Ah...ha, hi!" Monroe felt that he must have not worshiped God before going out—did not worship the wolf god, so he sat here awkwardly, greeting two FBIs, and one of them was still emitting A smell that frightened him... very frightened.

Frightened, Monroe could only wave his hands nervously, and then he froze.

"Monroe!" Nick called him, "I said... what's wrong with you?"

"I...I...ha, I...I'm nothing, I just feel..." Monroe looked around, "I'm a little hot... hot, I mean can I turn on the air conditioner?"

"It should be the standard 73 degrees now." Reid blinked, the temperature is definitely not hot.CTV's 73 degrees is less than 23 degrees Celsius, so this temperature can be said to be completely in line with human habits, not hot at all, and you may catch a cold if you wear too little.

"Uh...I mean...I..." Monroe wiped his forehead, beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.

Sean frowned slightly.But the expression was definitely frowning out of his intention.

Everyone outside the office is busy, but inside the office, it seems that the atmosphere has frozen.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a black police detective came in half of the body: "Captain, there is something to do."

The black police detective waved at Nick, turned around, and pointed at Monroe.

"What's wrong?" Nick stood up immediately.

"Antos, that..." The black police detective looked at Raven and raised his eyebrows, as if he was flirting, "The man who was arrested, he was fine just now, but after his son came over, he was a little bit Crazy - of course that's not the point, the point is... his son came to report the crime because his wife was killed."

A woman was killed. This is not a serious case that requires the FBI, but who made Rhett and Raven just arrived in Portland, and everyone's eyes are on them.

But the surname Anthos made Monroe tremble.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked.

"No...no, it's nothing...I mean, I have to go back quickly!" Monroe jumped out of the police station like a frightened rabbit.

Maybe it's really nothing.

But when Red and Raven see the crime scene, the word "nothing" has nothing to do with it.

Mrs. Antos died in a terrible manner.

She died with her throat torn apart, and her liver and heart were gone, as if she had been ripped out by a wild beast.

The wounds were even more sporadic and terrifying. Those wounds were definitely not caused by sharp weapons, and this... Could it be that a wild beast really committed the crime?

Mrs. Antos's hand clutched a knife, but before she could do it, her throat was torn out, and she died a miserable death.

Nick stood watching from the sidelines. Although he went over to check the wound, and his partner, the black police detective, also made an analysis, but this was not enough to find the suspect.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Someone next to him comforted little Antos - Steven Antos choked on the side, as if he had suffered a lot.

However, when Rhett passed by him, he couldn't feel the sadness in his crying.

As for Raven, he followed Rhett, and after the police officers walked around the cordoned off area, they set off the cordon and walked to Mrs. Antos's body.

For tracking wild animals, it can be said that it is the professional skill of the native Indians.

Raven walked over, knelt down beside Mrs. Antos, first looked at her body, then put on the gloves, reached out and turned over her torn neck.

According to the degree of shattering of the wound, he can conclude that this is not an illusion created after being injured with a sharp weapon-it is related to blood circulation. If it is an illusion created after death, the blood on the wound is definitely not so terrible. Including the skin and muscles, these adipose tissues can be easily seen if they are fake, so the wound was made when they were alive.

However, the suspect is not interested in the fat and muscle of the corpse, he has a preference for the heart and liver.