[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Lance went to work after a day's rest, and the rest of the bau team acted as if nothing had happened. They didn't mention anything about Lance's going home to rest, and they were still laughing and joking.

I have to say that they are the smartest group of people in country a for a reason.

He took a candy and stuffed it into his mouth. Lance frowned and put down the newspaper, then took the candy can in front of him and looked through it carefully. Unsurprisingly, he found a few from a pile of colorful fruit-flavored candies. A plum flavor.

"...Al?" Lance turned his head immediately.

Al covered his face with a magazine, "Oh~ look, this necklace is so beautiful~"

Lance put his eyes on Morgan's face, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Morgan, who was still watching the excitement, immediately showed a smile and then covered his face with a cup.

"Who the hell put the plum candy in my sugar bowl?" Lance said helplessly.

Rhett freed his head from a thick book, "Actually, I put it."

Lance: "...Little doctor, don't lie to me, I'm an honest man."

Reid's eyes wandered for a moment, "He said you like plum candy."

Lance fixed his eyes on Morgan's face from the new frame. After holding the cup for a while, Morgan finally put it down and raised his hand, "Okay, okay, it's me."

Rhett pursed his lips, "You lied to me."

"Listen, listen!" Morgan immediately waved his hand, "It's just a joke, I swear!"

Lance looked at Morgan frantically apologizing with his words in his mouth, and finally said, "I haven't seen this kind of candy in the supermarket. It tastes good. Where did the little doctor buy it?"

Rhett was stunned, but still answered, "It's in a snack shop near my house." He paused, "Have you not found it?"

"Maybe it's on some other shelf." Lance picked up another peeled candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, "I didn't see it."

Al couldn't help but burst out laughing, and Morgan could only touch his nose and smile wryly.

Lance shrugged his shoulders, picked up the newspaper again, scanned it roughly, and finally set his sights on a page.

It's not long, but the content is creepy, "Jack the Ripper?"

"What did you say?" Morgan frowned.

"He said 'Jack the Ripper,'" Rhett repeated, before looking at Lance as well.

Lance handed over the newspaper, "Hmm, it's 'Jack the Ripper' that's not wrong, but the report says he's been imprisoned, and he seems to have killed his wife and children in the end."

"Wow~ This is a big case." Al put down the magazine, "There are quite a few serial murderers in country A."

"Wait." Reed had finished reading the newspaper Morgan handed over by this time, "Jack the Ripper refers to the serial killer who killed prostitutes in London in 1888, but the murderer in this report even killed a policeman." It doesn't fit..."

"It was fabricated in the newspaper. It should be similar. Many people you know like to give some aggressive names to some murderers." Lance's hand paused on the plum candy, and then took another fruit candy to eat "Looks like I'll have to visit my dentist this weekend."

"But……"

"Red?" Gordon walked into the door and handed an envelope while talking, "There is your letter."

"It's really rare to be late today." Lance laughed.

Gordon looked back, "Sorry, I heard you."

"..."

"Um, Gordon, take a look at this." Al stood up and handed the circled newspaper to Gordon.

Gordon took the newspaper and read it, then turned and went upstairs without saying a word.

"Does it look like a big-name star?" Lance's eyes lit up, and he continued to talk to the others.

Gordon, who was climbing the stairs, stopped and turned around again, "I heard you."

"..." Lance touched his nose, glanced at Reid who was frowning and studying the letter paper, "Aren't you going to open it?"

Rhett glanced at Lance, then squeezed it again, as if he was measuring the thickness, then picked up the knife next to him and opened the envelope. Unexpectedly, it was just an invitation letter.

Lance opened the drawer, took out a book and continued reading.

"Red? What is it?" Morgan moved his neck.

"My college classmate, he held an art exhibition and wanted me to participate." Reid put the invitation letter aside, "in la"

Gordon is an avid art lover. In addition to buying some artworks, he usually goes to some art exhibitions to buy some interesting things. He soon knew that the envelope in the morning was an invitation letter from an art exhibition.

Lance put his luggage away, but he didn't figure out why he came to LA with Gordon and Rhett in the end, and it was obviously none of his business.

"Because Hu Qi happened to have a business trip to LA." Gordon explained, "The local police station has always hoped that our headquarters can send someone to guide them."

Rhett pursed his lips and did not interrupt, Lance was still puzzled.

Gordon went on to explain, "I thought you were also interested in art, and you could listen to it when we tutored the local police department."

Lance: "..."

On the third day after Rhett received the invitation letter, Lance arrived in LA. That night, he went to the art exhibition held by Parker Dudley, a classmate of Rhett University. There were many people in the art exhibition, most of them were in dresses.

So compared to other people, the three people who have been dressed casually are particularly conspicuous among these people. Lance raised his hand to stop the waiter to take a glass of champagne.

"Where's your classmate, Little Doctor?" He took a sip of champagne and then frowned.

"Hey~ Spencer! Spencer Reed!"

Lance turned his head and saw a tall man approaching, with a slightly excited smile on his face, "Are you really here?"

Reid blinked, and then introduced, "This is Special Agent Gordon Jensen, and this is Agent Noah Lance." He paused, "This is my college classmate Parker Dudley."

Lance nodded at him.

"Oh~ hello, Spencer, you haven't changed at all!"

Lance felt his ears hurt hearing the polite words, so he turned around and went to see the art exhibition by himself.

Speaking of which, these paintings still look pretty good. For art, if you look at the paintings and look good, it is art. If you think it looks cloudy, it is not art to you.

When Lance came back after wandering around, he saw a blonde beauty beside Rhett, holding a glass of champagne in her hand, with a smile on her eyes and brows, and Rhett also looked shy and excited, Lans Si's eyes narrowed slightly, it must be the little doctor's peach blossoms.

The outstretched foot retracted and turned around, and then saw Gordon talking with a girl in front of a painting, and the girl was almost attached to Gordon.

"..."

Lance was still wondering if his charm had dropped a lot all of a sudden when he saw Gordon turn back in a hurry, and the girl from just now was gone.

"Noah, let's go." Gordon glanced at him quickly, "Go get Rhett out and I'll drive."

After speaking, he left like the wind on his feet.

When Lance looked at his background, he seemed to be running away, and when he saw Rhett chatting with the beautiful woman, he was naturally happy, which was not the same.

"Red." Although he wanted to avoid making trouble with the little doctor, he still walked over, "Gordon has something urgent, we have to leave."

"Lance, this is Lila, she is an actress." Reid subconsciously introduced to Lance before he could react, "...what?"

"Gorden said he has something urgent to go back." Lance smiled, "I see that you guys had a good chat, you can exchange contact information and go back and chat."

Laila blinked and smiled, "Is this gentleman your friend?"

"Of course." Lance was a step ahead of Rhett, "Nice to meet you, Laila. My name is Lance."

"I know." Laila raised her chin slightly, "I just heard it."

It was estimated that Gordon would kill someone if he didn't go out, and Lance couldn't care less about it. He waited for Rhett and Lila to say goodbye, and then dragged people outside.

Gordon's car had already started, and the two of them drove off as soon as they got into the car, which showed that Gordon was really anxious.

"It's like chasing a wild beast behind." Lance sighed, "I see that girl is beautiful."

"Pretty doesn't mean it's suitable." Gordon shook his head again, "Go to the police station tomorrow morning, *has already contacted the local police, we can go back for a day to guide."

"Go back in one day?" Reid raised his head, his eyes flickering slightly.

Lance knew what Rhett was thinking. He always joked about having a girlfriend in Quantico Morgan, but now he finally had a good chat with a girl, and the little doctor couldn't help but feel flustered.

but……

Lance turned his head away and didn't answer, the city in the night is very beautiful, who knows if a girl who doesn't even want to give her contact information is a good match for you, little doctor?

Not to mention anything else, just saying that she gave Lance a sneak peek when she was talking to Rhett, Lance was not very optimistic about this relationship.

But no matter how it is calculated, it is the little doctor's own business, so it is better to let nature take its course.

The local police station of la showed great welcome to the arrival of the three detectives from Bau. Reid was in charge of explaining the knowledge and Gordon was in charge of supplementing. Several police officers were either standing or sitting with their notebooks taking notes.

The itinerary was well arranged, and the three of them were going to the airport to go back to Quantico after finishing the counseling, but Kim, who sent them away, received a report temporarily, saying that an actress and her boyfriend were murdered at home, He suggested that the three of them go to the scene to have a look, which can be regarded as professional guidance on the spot.

Gordon agreed.

The author has something to say: the two girls mentioned in the previous chapter have a case, pay attention to Benny.

And now this case is the 18th episode of the first season, and the choice of this case is probably to brush up on the relationship between Lance and Red...

There must be a catalyst when the relationship between the two parties fails!

Laila girl!It's up to you!

I haven't finished writing yesterday, let's continue...

Last night, no, it was written and written in the early morning... Suddenly woke up at four o'clock in the morning and found that I was not in bed...

Fuck me... the whole person is not well