[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Angie Nelson." Garcia took a sip of coffee, "I was adopted by Jasper Nelson when I was seven years old. I checked the adoption documents, but the relationship was changed later."

"Changed?" Hu Qi frowned, "Is Angie still Nelson's daughter?"

Garcia put down the coffee cup, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone, "But after being adopted for a year, Jasper Nelson did a paternity test with Angie Nelson for some reason, and then Wow~ The adopted child turned out to be his rightful little princess."

Hu Qi's frown deepened.

I just listened to Garcia's non-stop words, "And Jasper Nelson is very kind to Angie, and takes her out every week, sometimes riding a European-style horse and sometimes going to the manor, spending money on her Not stingy at all." She said and asked Hu Qi, "Is there something wrong with this little girl?"

"I saw wounds on her wrists caused by cutting her wrists. There are several wounds. I guess I have tried several times." Hu Qi turned his head and glanced at the tall villa, "Check if there are any records from the hospital."

"Oh." Garcia was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "Oh! Okay, I have called you back, and Morgan and the others just brought back the hotel surveillance... Mr. Leslie's lover didn't Entering his door, I just opened the door and left as if talking to the people inside, and the monitoring didn’t come back after that... Ah, it’s JJ’s call, wait a minute!”

JJ's phone call over there was also quickly picked up.

"This is the omnipotent Garcia, beautiful lady, can I help you?" Garcia moved his fingers.

JJ just came out of the gate of Leslie's house, got in the car and called Garcia, she read the name on the business card she just got, "About Mr. Galsworthy's lover, I have a name and a phone number here."

"Wow, what a coincidence, Morgan just gave me a portrait of this mysterious girl." Garcia paused his fingers, rolled his eyeballs, and looked a little surprised.

"Blaze Shelley, the phone number is XXXXX-XXXXX" JJ put away the business card, "According to Mr. Carlos Leslie, this girl is not Mr. Galsworthy's lover, but a sponsor , This gentleman often went to the orphanage in his early years, and he was very sympathetic to those in trouble."

Garcia tapped the keyboard, and suddenly stopped when he heard the words, "Is he?"

JJ couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Come on, what kind of funding needs to be specially opened an expensive hotel room for the girl to go alone."

"Huh~" Garcia narrowed his eyes, "I found it, but Blaise Shelley is a pseudonym, and the phone number is registered under the name of a lady named Isabelle Cecil. Her photo and Morgan gave My portraits match~"

"So."

"Then." Garcia took JJ's words, and JJ could only hear the clear and clear voice of the keyboard over there, "cross-search these two names and phone numbers with Jasper Nelson and his secretary... I'll let you know the result." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

JJ is obviously familiar with Garcia's operation, just tilted his head, and said to Anderson, who had fastened his seat belt and held the steering wheel with both hands, "Let's go back."

Hu Qi waited for more than two minutes before hearing Garcia's voice again.

Her voice was lively and excited, "Hi, boss, just now JJ gave me a name." After she informed Hu Qi of the conversation with JJ, she continued, "The hospital records just came out, Angie There is no serious illness that needs to be hospitalized, and the paternity test of Angie and her father is not from the hospital. I checked the authoritative organization and there is no relevant information. It should be done in secret and then announced.” Garcia said He didn't find it strange, "After all, it should be considered a risk for this kind of businessman to take the adopted child for personal identification."

Hu Qi thought for a while and said, "Continue to dig up information about Anji."

Garcia agreed, and Hu Qi also hung up the phone and took Emily away. They will continue to visit Jasper Nelson's secretary. Since they can't get some news from his daughter, they will It can only be obtained from his secretary.

When everyone in the BAU was busy flying, Lance went through another checkup because of a headache, and finally lay back on the hospital bed, and it was hard to love, and the report still had to wait for a few hours before it came out.

Reid was sitting on the chair next to the hospital bed, peeling an apple with a worried expression on his face, and successfully cut a cut on his finger, with blood stinging out, that posture startled Lance, and also made the same fuzzy Lance called God back.

This is great, after the nurse took the bandages and medicine to treat Rhett's wound, the two lovers who both had concerns stared at each other face to face.

After a long time, it was Lance who broke the work first, "This is good, I hurt both of you. I thought you had cut off a part of your finger just now."

However, Rhett ignored what Lance seemed to be complaining about, with an indelible worry on his face, "Why do you have a headache again?"

Lance could only comfort him, "It should have been moved before, caused by a wound or something, plus the dizziness caused by blood loss in the brain, and checked again. It shouldn't be a big problem that the report will be issued soon."

Reid was still worried, and Lance had no choice but to forcefully change the topic, "Speaking of which, if it's okay, I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, BAU is very short of people now, even if David Rossi joins, he He has rich experience, but he is a new member in the team, and it will take some time to get used to him." He paused, "We can help if we don't go out and station at the headquarters."

Reid gave Lance a disapproving look, but did not deny it, "It should be, but as a victim, you should be restricted from participating in the case."

Lance sighed faintly, looked at Rhett, and suddenly asked him, "If one day I lied to you, Rhett, will you forgive me?"

Rhett also looked at him, time seemed to pass for a long time, and seemed to be in an instant, he replied, "No."

The corners of Lance's eyes twitched, and he immediately complained dissatisfied, "In this case, shouldn't you hold my hand and coax me to say, no matter what I lied to you, will you forgive me? I will let you be with me Didn’t the TV series you watched get into your head at all?”

Rhett was also speechless, but his attitude was more serious, "If you still choose to lie to me after we have experienced so much together, there will be no trust between you and me. No matter what the reason is, you have chosen not to lie to me. Trust me, then why do I have to forgive you. Besides, why should that kind of TV series be installed in my mind?"

"..." Lance pouted, "You also have a lot of secrets, little doctor, you don't want to tell me."

Rhett grasped his hand tightly, not giving in at all, "Concealment and deception are two terms, Noah. The things I conceal will eventually choose to share with you one day in the future, and deception is different."

Lance thought for a while and felt that what Rhett said was reasonable or unreasonable, so he kept Rhett's explanation of nouns, and asked another question, "I've been thinking about a problem, Doctor."

Rhett was already familiar with Lance's off-the-cuff thoughts and topics, and raised his chin to signal his lover to continue.

Lance licked his lips, "If a good person kills someone so that the bad person can get the punishment he deserves, can he be forgiven?"

"Even if they are bad guys." Reid said very firmly, "We should let the law punish bad guys. We have encountered many vigilantes, but our attitude has never changed. We will send the bad guys to the trial seat."

"What if the bad guys hide themselves among the good guys and wrap themselves in gorgeous clothes, and some even touch the law to exploit loopholes in the law?" Lance continued to ask.

Reid stared into Lance's eyes, but still insisted, "Then perfect the law, or find evidence to crucify the bad guys on the bench."

Lance's eyelashes trembled, "What if the evidence disappears."

Rhett felt that his breathing was stagnant for a moment, and the lover lying in front of him seemed to be different.

Lance closed his eyes, shut the struggle in his heart, and did not give Rhett a chance to peep, "If there is no evidence, there is no way." He answered his own question instead of Rhett.

If the evidence disappears, and those who expect to use the law to avenge their hopes fail, they will take up arms and vent all their years of pain and hatred towards their enemies. What can stop them?But that's not true, is it?

"Evidence will never disappear." Reed realized something, he stood up, took out the phone from his pocket, and dialed it in front of Lance, "Evidence will never disappear."

"Hello, Garcia? Well, Noah and I are fine, don't worry, can you send me a copy of the case file?" Reid didn't leave the ward, and his tone was even a little loose, "Ah, Noah and I both At the hospital, you're all busy, just trying to help, okay."

He hung up the phone after speaking.

Lance looked at his decisive look, and suddenly laughed, "You really have grown a lot, Spencer Reid."

Reid went back to Lance's hospital bed and sat down again, his intact hand attached to Lance's hand again, not caring about Lance's attitude, "You and I have both handled many cases in the BAU, we I have also experienced many experiences that no one else has, and I have met many people. Is there anything we can’t solve?”

Lance blinked, "You are the smartest group of people in country A."

Rhett just looked at him.

"I probably know who did this thing, the thing about me being poisoned." Lance moved his neck slightly, "I will tell you everything, and I will tell Hu Qi everything, of course, if Gordon also In words, you are my lover, he is my boss, and over there is my friend, I should stop them. By the way, Hu Qi was a litigator before joining BAU, right, I think he will be needed later help."

Let the evidence surface again, and let the wicked taste the evil. It is too cheap to die a decent death. Sure enough, the bad people should be put in the sun, and their crimes should be written in black and white in the literature for the world to see. The man-made white snow was opened, exposing the evil soil that was polluted by sin like a swamp.

Let the sin be exposed to the world.

Let everyone spurn.

Let them live in condemnation, unable to lift their heads for the rest of their lives, and can only bear it with their backs bent.

The author has something to say: Try it tomorrow on Saturday, um, it’s me