[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

As for what to look forward to specifically, Lance didn't say anything more, and Rossi didn't continue to ask.

The two stopped the car in front of the grocery store, and almost felt the gazes from all directions when they got off the car. It was only afternoon and the weather was a bit cloudy, but there were not too few people on the street. There are also many shops on it.

Two strangers came to such a sensitive place at such a sensitive time, really don't blame the local people for their curiosity.

Lance looked at the curse words written on the rolling shutter door with red, black and yellow, in short, it was spray paint of various colors, similar to the words of "go to hell", "go to hell" and "bastard". I felt the simple and honest folk customs of Slightly South Town, and talented people came out in large numbers.

Putting on disposable gloves, Lance took care of opening the door, inserted the key into the lock, and pulled up the shutter door. There was another door behind the shutter door, but the upper part of the door they saw at the moment had a glass window Partly, the glass has been shattered, leaving only a little residual sharp brittle stuck on the corner, insulting words were also written on the wooden door, a big hole was broken at the bottom, and the glass window above The notches simply echo each other.

"Oh!" Lance let out a sigh of inexplicable meaning.

Rossi saw the same mess inside the grocery store through the dilapidated glass window. A shelf was overturned, and the goods were scattered on the ground, mixed with a little glass shards. The counter was also in the same chaotic situation.

"It seems that the enthusiastic people have already acted instead of the police." Rossi said, turning his head and looking around.

There were already some people standing in twos and threes on the surrounding streets, some didn't speak but just looked towards this side with their arms folded, and some whispered to each other, but they looked at them with undisguised curiosity.

With a sense of ritual, Lance used the key to open the door, which could have fallen to the ground with a little push, and walked in with Rossi.

Rossi reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall, the light tube above the head flickered twice, and then some dazzling white light made the grocery store brightly lit.

Rosie took out a little book from his pocket and opened it to read it.

Lance wasn't shy either, but he didn't get too close, he just asked, "I remember the police file said that they had checked the accounts, and the ropes were all accurate enough for everyone to buy, ah, here It seems that there are not many clues, and they are all polluted."

People come and go, and when they implement the justice in their own minds, they also greatly damage the original appearance of the grocery store. It is not known what was taken away.

"Look at the cash register." Rossi went straight to the counter, and now there are as many clues as can be found.

Lance was struggling to find a place to stay in the mess all over the floor, but he just kept paying attention to the situation in the store. There was a small space at the top of the shelf next to the wall, and there were some different items on it. The goods that are often used, but it can be seen that they have been carefully taken care of and arranged neatly.

"It's not so much a grocery store, but a small supermarket, except there's nothing to eat." Lance touched his chin, "Did you find anything over there?"

Rossi looked up at Lance, but didn't speak.

Lance also looked at him, not giving in at all, "What did you find? Are you worried that someone outside can hear us talking? Normally, we can't hear us clearly at this distance, don't worry."

Rossi twitched his cheeks, but was finally defeated, "Although it was severely damaged, it can be seen that his character is rigorous about his work. Even the counter looks chaotic, but it is not dirty. There are no sundries and stains, and he has had a good relationship recently." With his gloved hand, he took off a pink hairpin scattered in the corner next to the cash register, "It's not for children, but the other party should not be very old either. Big, and the right age for Conrad."

"He has a girlfriend?" Lance pondered for a while, "It stands to reason that from Miss Warren's autopsy report, there are obvious signs of abuse, and she is in obvious short-term malnutrition, the murderer should be personality. Abnormal, the kind with a strong desire to control."

"Keep watching, I'll go out and chat with other people." After finishing speaking, Lance walked out of the grocery store without looking back.

Rosie glanced at him and resumed her observation.

Lance took a deep breath at the door of the grocery store, and then looked at the person standing at the door of the next door looking here. It was a little woman with a frightened face, wearing a yellow apron with a cat pattern on her body.

Lance took out his ID from his pants, held it in his hand from a distance, then approached the little woman, and introduced himself as he walked, "I am Agent Noah Lance of the FBI, This time I am here to assist the police in handling the case, hello."

It seems that the identity of the FBI is relatively high in the eyes of ordinary people. The woman is obviously relaxed, but she is much less vigilant. At least she just stood there and did not avoid it when Lance approached slowly.

When Lance walked up to her, she also greeted politely, "Hi, I'm the owner of this shop, you can call me Mrs. Anderson."

"Okay, Mrs. Anderson, may I ask you a few questions?"

"Yes." The woman nodded.

Lance looked at the dilapidated grocery store, "Do you know if Mr. Clive has any women who have a deep relationship with him?"

"Conrad is a passionate...Huh?" The woman stopped abruptly in the middle of her words, "Female? Ah..." She seemed to think for a while before shaking her head, "He is a relatively self-disciplined person , the store opens and closes on time every day, and there are almost no female characters except customers.”

"So, does he hate small animals?"

The woman obviously didn't expect an FBI agent to ask these questions, but she still answered seriously, "Except for raccoons, it's quite normal for cats and dogs. It's not annoying, but his mother hates cats very much. .”

"Okay, does he usually participate in community activities?"

"Oh, community events, yes."

"He would have conflicts with people. I mean, is there anyone in town who doesn't like each other?" Lance's expression was a little distressed.

"Yes, yes." The woman said quickly, but because the two were still standing in front of the shop, she lowered her voice, "Jack, the owner of the grocery store on the next street, they had a fight before, In the bar."

Lance got the answer he wanted, and couldn't help but relax, "Great, thank you for your help."

The woman also showed a smile, "It's really great to be able to help. To be honest, I still don't believe that Conrad would do such a thing. I believe there are still some misunderstandings. I mean the Warren family His daughter has also been to the store a few times, and he has a good relationship with him, but when he was searching for her, he was anxious and hardly slept."

Lance nodded, "We are also trying our best to help the police. I heard that there are still a few girls missing in the town."

Speaking of this, the woman's mood also became depressed, she shook her head, muttering something.

"the same."

Lance didn't ask anyone else, went back to the store, and saw Rosie continue to write and draw in his little notebook. Seeing him coming, Rosie put away the little notebook slowly, and then said, "I spoke to Garcia and she was looking into Conrad's relationship status."

Lance was not stingy either, "I talked to the shopkeeper next door, and it sounds like our current suspect is a little too self-disciplined, but he is usually a good person, and Lilith Warren seems to be a frequent customer in the shop, which doesn't fit Conventional serial killer selection criteria."

"Our mission this time is to help the police find Conrad Clive. As for the hidden secrets behind this, or maybe he is a murderer with a very high IQ who will pretend to be himself, it has to be based on finding him." Rossi took the lead to go out, his movements were chic, obviously he was in a suit, but it made him feel like he was out of a robe.

Lance silently closed and locked the door behind him.

Conrad Clive's house is not far from the block. It is a detached house with a front yard and a back yard, a typical A-style family building.

The condition of the house is much better than that of the storefront, there is no graffiti, and the neighbors on both sides are also very kind, but when it comes to Conrad, he is still not sure.

"Are you sure it's really him? Is there some misunderstanding?" Words like this kept coming.

To this Lance can only answer with the almighty 'still following up the investigation', but it seems that Conrad's popularity is actually pretty good, but there is a clear conflict with the status quo of his store seen on the block That's it.

Although the furnishings in his home looked a bit old, they were clean and the items were neatly placed.

To understand a person, apart from looking through his computer, he is looking at his wardrobe.

After notifying Garcia of the code of Conrad's home computer, Rossi and Lance will naturally do the rest of the wardrobe search.

The closet was opened, and there were still neat clothes inside. Although they were just cheap goods in the mall, they were all hung up on hangers, neatly arranged, and well sorted.Socks, underwear, shirts, T-shirts, coats, suits, pants, nothing messed up.

"A little obsessive-compulsive disorder." Lance touched the corner of his eyes, "Fortunately, it's not a particularly serious kind, but it's indeed a relationship."

As he said, he reached out and touched a pink shirt that obviously didn't match the style in the closet. "This brand should not be common here, and it feels good to the touch. The price should not be cheap."