[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Garcia gradually narrowed down the scope based on the clues provided by Morgan, and obtained the general scope of activities of the suspect from Reid.

"Oh~ let's see who can escape my magical spell~" Garcia pressed the search button, then frowned slightly, "It's still a little dear~"

Morgan's eyebrows twitched, "He may have had a huge change recently, and this may be the reason why he suddenly started killing people."

Garcia nodded, and arranged the key words again, "No?"

"No?" Morgan couldn't believe it.

"That's right dear, although Birmingham has a population of more than 90, but white couples have children and their families are broken up, and they are still in the designated area. It is not a place where everyone with low income lives." Garcia is also very happy. Helpless, "Tell me tell me you have other clues."

"Oh, sorry my queen~"

"Okay, ok, wait for a clue." Garcia sighed, "Hey, bye." He said and hung up the phone.

Morgan turned around, "Looks like we're in trouble."

"There's always trouble," Gordon answered. "So what's wrong with us?"

"Maybe he doesn't come from the society of the upper class? Or is he just jealous of these people's social status and family, he follows them, understands them, and knows that they are so lucky to betray their families, so he can't hide his anger? "Al raised his eyebrows.

"Perhaps." Hu Qi shook his head, "But since we are following them, most of the places they go in and out are high-end places, if they are people of different classes, they should be spotted quickly.

Lance stood up consciously.

"And even if it was stalking, he must have had contact with the victim. Our victims are all males about 1.8 meters tall. There must be some way for the suspect to take them away without being noticed."

"For example, a relatively large, dark and inconspicuous car." Reid answered immediately.

"Now, Lance and Rhett, you two go to the company where Mr. Rand works, Morgan Ayer, you go with Gordon."

Lance quickly shifted gears and parked the car in the parking lot. Reid, who was sitting next to him, was pale.

"Here we are, if I didn't drive in the wrong place." Lance lowered his head and unfastened his seat belt.

"..." Rhett swallowed.

"E, I'm sure there's no speeding. Even if it's Dr. Speeding, you just need to put on your helmet." Lance grinned and opened the car door.

"Only motor vehicles are required to wear a helmet while driving, and wearing a helmet for speeding in a car does not offset..."

Lance got out of the car and closed the door, turned around and walked to the other side to open the door for Rhett, "I mean, if you speed too fast, the helmet can temporarily protect your smart and fragile head, Doctor."

"..."

"Don't make that look, my doctor."

Reid frowned suddenly, got out of the car in frustration, and muttered in a low voice, "That's not the name in the morning."

Lance closed the car door and looked back at Rhett, "I heard that." Then he smiled, "Because I'm trying to say something to make you feel better, do you mind?"

Rhett blinked, as if frightened by Lance's enthusiasm, a little hasty and uneasy.

"Then Doctor, let's go."

With the fbi certificate, the journey was unimpeded, and the person in charge of the company was also willing to cooperate. After asking some basic questions, Lance and Reid were ready to call it a day and go back.

Reid looks handsome, but there are some problems with his clothes. He looks like an inexperienced student. It is still a bit conspicuous to walk in such a company.

Lance scratched his hair dejectedly, took out his phone and checked the time.

Lance is not particularly tall, but he is not short either. He is only 1.8cm shorter than Reid's 5m[-]. He is not inferior at all.

"Tsk, the phone is almost out of battery." Lance put the phone back in his pocket, his eyes moved among the people coming and going in the company, "It came out last night before it was fully charged."

Rhett obviously also thought of what happened last night, his mouth moved, but no sound came out.

"what"

Reid took a breath, "Actually, we usually don't turn off our mobile phones. If there is a case, we can leave immediately."

Lance pouted and said nothing about this matter, his eyes stayed on the security guard at the door for a while, then he winked at Rhett and walked over.

"I'm sorry, FBI." Lance flashed his ID, "I want to ask some questions, can I?"

The security guard was a tall black man, and he just nodded when he heard this.

"Excuse me, in recent days, during the peak hours of work, has there been..." Lance pointed to himself and Rhett, "Has anyone like us sneaked around besides the employees?"

Rhett: "..."

Black security guard: "..."

After a few seconds, the black security guard finally raised his eyebrows, "Some."

"Then did you drive a dark car, a slightly larger one, dressed as if you didn't want people to see it?" Lance continued to ask.

The black security guard nodded.

Because this company can be regarded as a well-known company in the local area, some wives will hire private detectives to investigate if they suspect that their husbands are having an affair. Of course, it is not uncommon for security guards to do this kind of thing.

Lance decided to melt himself into the file, and the information collected from various sources had been sorted out, and he was waiting for them to help find the mistakes left by the suspect and follow the clues to bring him to justice.

It sounds very interesting, but other than that, there is no progress.

It was already the second morning in Birmingham, and Rhett was not as nervous as before amid Lance's occasional harassment. Of course, Rhett was only nervous with him from the beginning.

Lance supported his head and thought about the past. According to American thinking, if he was hurt in one place, he either had to face the reality or leave the place where he was hurt and go to a new place and start over.

If the original conjectures are correct, the suspect is a person with a decent job and a happy family. He has encountered setbacks in his life. If he wants to start again, will he also find a new place?

But maybe his wife and children left him. No, there must be a reason why he attacked those men. It is guessed that the blonde and the children are part of his happy family, so the betrayal in those men may be a reflection of himself. must.

Lance lowered his eyes, guessing that Shen Jingbing's mind must be going to a place that ordinary people can't think of.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"Hey..." Sergeant Chris came in, the corners of his mouth stiffened, his hands in his pockets, "We have another victim."

Hu Qi nodded and closed the file, "*you stay and negotiate with the media, and the others follow me."

Lance: "..."

Similar to what happened in the previous two cases, all the cases seemed to be proceeding according to the template.

Morgan immediately called Garcia and asked her to help check the new victim, Jay Moses, to see if his situation was the same as the previous two.

As soon as Lance entered the door, he saw the scene that hadn't been cleaned up. A huge black garbage bag was placed under the steps of the courtyard, with a small piece of ribbon scattered beside it.

The others didn't stop in their footsteps, and of course Lance couldn't stop either, so he quickly reached the garbage bag.

A tall man was curled up in a bag, his clothes were in a mess, his hair was carefully trimmed because of dark blood clots stuck together, and there were people from the forensics department taking pictures and making Site survey.

Vig Moore, 32, of California.

……

"What's wrong?" Gordon turned his head.

Lance's face turned pale, "..."

Al came over, "Do you want to take a break first?"

Lance looked up at Hu Qi, and looked at Hu Qi right in front of him. He could see the undisguised scrutiny of Hu Qi's eyes. Corpse words are disqualified.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head at Al, "It's just that I can't get used to it, it will be fine in a while."

Al nodded.

Without waiting for Lance to say anything, everyone quickly got into normal work. Al and Rhett went to comfort the frightened wife and children together, Gordon and Morgan "visited" the scene together, and Hu Qi It's talking to the police.

Lance...

Lance squatted and pulled weeds for a while.

I couldn't help but look in the direction of the corpse again. The name floated above the corpse along with the murderer's age and state, just like a mosaic in a small film, but it still couldn't be wiped off.

Wretched world.

The scene was cleaned up soon, and Mr. Corpse was wrapped and carried into the car. Only then did Lance turn his attention to his wife who was being comforted.

……

How familiar?

Looks like I saw it yesterday.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental!

Lance's brows were jumping, and he saw that he said it was comforting, but it was Al alone who was whispering comfortingly, handing a tissue and patting his shoulders, while Rhett next to him kept flying around with regretful little eyes, but he couldn't say a word.

He lowered his head and touched his pocket, then looked up, the little girl in his wife's arms also raised his head, those big blue eyes were full of doubts instead of timidity.