[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Mr. Hans looks like a very traditional American country man. He has a majestic physique and a beard that can cover half of his face. He has obvious rejection of outgoing people who come to the door, but he can stand up for big things. Show your responsibility as a man.

To be honest, Lance admired this kind of people, because if you can show enough kindness and don't want to offend, they will at best adopt an attitude of indifference, which is much better than some fake flatterers.

Benny tried his best to comfort Mrs. Hans, but it seemed that the more he talked, the redder Mrs. Hans' eyes would be, which had the opposite effect.

Rhett is not good at communicating with other people. Every time he wants to open his mouth, he will be interrupted by Benny's next words. Lance can't help frowning while watching from the side. Mr. Hans nodded, "Since this is the case, we don't want to waste other time, can you please take us to Bowei's room?"

Mr. Hans checked his body, and the door behind him was open, "Anytime." After speaking, he glanced at Benny and Mrs. Hans who were still standing in the yard, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Rhett glanced at Lance, and walked into the room first, followed by Lance.

Mr. Hans lowered his eyes and entered the house, and then led the way without saying a word.

Both Lance and Rhett are looking at the furnishings in this room. As shown in this place, the decorations in this room are also full of country style, and there is even a deer's head hanging above the fireplace in the living room.

"Your family hunts?" Lance asked aloud.

"Does this have anything to do with finding my son?" Mr. Hans replied in a low voice.

"No offense to sir." Lance explained, "I just want to understand Bowei's daily life. We are the bau organization of the fbi, and we study human behavior."

Reid immediately said, "We study the victims' families to understand their daily behavior, so as to extend the understanding of the suspect's psychology, or we can also infer some key information about the suspect."

"I don't understand your stuff." Mr. Hans took a deep breath, "But as long as it can help, that's fine."

Bowei's room was upstairs, and there was a small wooden sign hanging on the door, with Bowei's full name written on it.

Mr. Hans reached out and opened the door, "Go in."

Lance and Rhett looked at each other, and they walked into Bovey's room. The moment the door was closed, Lance saw Mrs. Hans hurriedly catching up with a hint of blame, "How could you... "

What can I do?How can two strangers enter her son's room, and her son has been missing for a long time?

Lance hooked his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Rhett blinked.

Lance was stunned for a moment. Normally, Rhett would not care about these things. Well, in fact, Lance is not sure if he really understands the people around him, because people are the most elusive in the world. creatures, including himself.

"I'm just speculating maliciously. In fact, Mrs. Hans already believes that Bo Wei is dead."

Rhett's hand stopped when it touched the window frame, "Obviously, but Mr. Hans didn't give up, and we won't give up either."

Lance smiled, "Of course." As he spoke, he turned his attention to Bowei's room.

Bowei is a seven or eight-year-old child, but the room is too neat and tidy. The cups on the bed are well folded. When you open the closet, the clothes inside are also very well sorted. Even the books on the small desk are neatly arranged. together.

Not like a child's room, in other words, not a room that a child can clean.

"Um, it seems that Mrs. Hans will come to help Bovey clean up the room every day." Reid turned around, and various emotions flashed quickly in his brown eyes, "Listen, if you are an eight-year-old child... ..."

"Why not yourself?" Lance picked up a book on the desk and opened it, then put it down and picked up the next one.

"When I was eight... when I was eight..."

"Okay, stop." Lance raised his left hand, told the books to spread on the table and continued to turn over, "Doctor, doctor, I'm an eight-year-old child."

"..." Reid pursed his lips and coughed dryly, "OK, basically an eight-year-old child should have the ability to think independently."

"Hmm, it's been there since I started remembering things." Lance said, "Eight-year-old children who are in elementary school can already form gangs in school."

"Is that right?"

"At least in the orphanage, if an eight-year-old child doesn't join a certain camp, he won't even be able to eat potatoes for lunch." Lance waved his hand, "Let's continue, doctor, an eight-year-old who can think independently children."

"And being taken care of by his mother in daily life. His eyes are almost transparent." Rhett frowned. "I didn't find anything superfluous."

"Don't take children's secrets as superfluous." Lance chuckled twice, "Their creativity and imagination are enough to amaze adults." He closed the open book, "So We're now going to find a place where we can hide the boy's little secret without being spotted by searchlights."

"Yes." Rhett nodded, "Did you find anything?"

"Of course." Lance tilted his head, "I didn't see his diary, and he didn't even write anything else in the book space. Either the family education was very strict, or..."

Rhett raised his eyebrows, "But how do we find that place."

"Where did the doctor hide things when he was young?" Lance suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Huh?" Rhett was stunned for a moment.

"Okay." Lance grinned, "I noticed that there is a clock in the living room, especially in such a place, their work and rest are very regular, so after class, Bo Wei can talk to his little one for a while. Let's play together."

"Then he'll be back."

"Generally speaking, children will have their own ways to express when they get novelty or happy things, such as collecting some 'trophies' or other things." The arc of Lance's mouth became wider, He slowly approached the bed, "His room is too 'clean', unless Mrs. Hans cleared those things out, or he has another 'stronghold' outside, but children of this age will still I can’t help but want to hide my favorite secret things closer to me.”

Glancing at Rhett, Lance lay down beside the bed, reached out his hand and touched the corner under the bed near the bedside table, "The air is not very good, but..." His arms stretched forward again, and then gently Laughed, "I seem to have found something."

What I started with was the unique cold touch of metal. It was a square box.

"Hmm, it should be a biscuit box."

Reid came over almost immediately, knelt down and caught the box that Lance took out, "Indeed."

He raised an eyebrow and opened it.

A few marbles, some colored paper, and some small coins, probably all the boy's possessions.

Lance got up from the ground and brushed the dust off his body, "I knew that no matter how hardworking a person is, even if he could wipe the underside of the bed, he would miss that piece."

"It's amazing."

"Of course, that's where my breakfast biscuits were hidden."