[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Escorted by the police, Lance returned home, turned on the computer immediately, paused with his fingers on the keyboard, and finally gritted his teeth and knocked down Arthur Conan Doyle.

Then came the Enter key, the internet speed was not bad, and after blinking a few times, the interface was swiped out.

Lance clicked on an encyclopedia and looked carefully. He didn't miss a single word. Sure enough, he didn't see any familiar words in the introduction of the father of detective novels.

So speaking of this matter, the so-called perfect plan in Randall's mouth is very likely to be conceived and implemented by the modern version of Professor Moriarty, otherwise Lance really can't think of anyone who can make Colonel Moran take action work.

Professor Moriarty in the original book is mysterious, smart, elegant and powerful, and he is committed to London. Half of the cases in London are controlled by him. If he is in this era, he must not be satisfied with a small London, Lance It is almost certain that this boss has set his sights on the world and is committed to building a powerful worldwide criminal empire.

……

It's really acne. Lance has no other thoughts about such a boss except to be full of cowardice. He doesn't want to confront this person who he can't defeat at all. He can't be a hero because he can't control the opponent's power at all. The evidence of a crime, such a person, even if the police all over the world are dispatched, they will not be able to catch it.

Unless someone fed him a bullet while he was unprotected.

Lance ruffled his hair, twitched his temples, and finally typed 'Jim Moriarty' on the search interface

The strange things that Lance imagined did not appear, such as the page was completely blank and there were no results, but he did find some slightly famous people.But obviously these are not the goals Lance is looking for.

Lance scratched his head again, he sighed and left the computer to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

far away in the UK.

The protagonist Lance is thinking about is elegantly holding a red wine glass to his lips and taking a sip, standing bored standing at the huge floor-to-ceiling window looking at the very gratifying green scenery in the distance.

"Hmph~" For some reason, Moriarty suddenly smiled, and the white finger print on the glass was very pretty.

Then he turned around and jumped a few times in small steps. This move made him look a little childish, but it didn't destroy his own temperament, which was really amazing.

He put the wine glass back on the desk and drank red wine in the study. He didn't think there was anything wrong. He flipped a page of paper between his fingers and scanned the pages with a lazy look. Sometimes all eyes were focused on one thing, as if he was looking at the love of his life, but after a while he disliked it, picked up the red wine again, took a sip, and actually stopped reading the book he was flipping.

After a while, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated twice. He was not in a hurry, and slowly picked up a handkerchief from the side and wiped his fingers carefully, then took out the mobile phone and pressed the answer button, "Hmm snort?"

He smacked his mouth twice while listening, until the last moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and a light that couldn't be ignored suddenly burst out from those eyes with casual emotion.

He hung up the phone.

"It's really interesting, very interesting!" He seemed to repeat unconsciously, and then felt that what he said was also very interesting, he smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and drank the red wine in the glass.

Then the light in those eyes did not go out, he stood up, looking for something anxiously on the huge bookshelf behind him, and pulled out a photo album from it after a while.

He couldn't wait to sweep the other things on the table aside, opened the photo album, stopped on the second-to-last page where the photos were placed, and then slowly pulled a photo out of the photo album, and opened the photo album in the middle of the desk. From the drawer, a small photo album was taken out, with a black leather cover, which looked very classy.

He carefully clipped the photos to a separate page, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, no longer caring about the original album.

"Noah Lance, Noah... Noah... Oh! Noah?"

In a good mood, he flipped through the black leather photo album and stopped on a page. He slid his finger on the face of the man in the photo on this page, but he still couldn't help sticking out his tongue He licked his lips. He felt a little thirsty. He reached for the wine glass beside him. He had already drank the wine in the glass just now.

Moriarty frowned ruefully and let out a sigh.

"Sherlock Holmes..."

He pondered for a long time as if he encountered a problem, "Which one?"

Although the suspect was found, the vacation was interrupted because Randall was shot dead in the end, so the bau team suspected that Randall was just a young man, and there was someone behind him who advised him, and this person was also observing With bau, you know this is not a relaxing thing to do.

So in addition to the in-depth investigation by the bau team, the fbi regional director Erin Strauss called Lance to the office and asked him to make an undercover report.

Lance made the report seriously without the script, because he hadn't received the notice the day before, maybe the female supervisor just wanted to prevent him from preparing in time to achieve the most realistic situation inspection.

There was a cup of coffee in front of Lance, he picked it up and took a sip, then put it down.

"Noah Lance," Strauss said. "How does the coffee taste?"

Lance nodded a little cautiously. He seemed to be trying to make himself look decent, and deliberately straightened the expensive pins on his clothes. "Hey, as you can see, it's pretty good."

Strauss narrowed his eyes, "That's good, but Agent Lance, I think you should know what I called you here for."

Langston sat up straight, "I, I know."

"Then let's start. Anna tried her best to recommend you to me, so let me see the results." Strauss smiled.

After that, Lance gave a very detailed report.

"It's just too much fuss, just like this time, the suspect has been caught. Although the suspect was killed in the end, it seems impossible to catch the current clues, but what they mean is that it will take time on this."

Lance seemed to have said something that left him speechless, and his brows frowned.

Strauss nodded at him, and didn't say much, "Then, in terms of team members, did anyone do anything out of the ordinary?"

Lance sneaks a quick glance at Strauss before saying, "They're all too cautious..."

It took more than half an hour for Lance to be released from the office by Strauss. He squinted his eyes and returned to bau.

The bau was still the same, and many agents were walking around. Lance saw several people reading documents while walking, apparently extremely busy, and he took a deep breath.

"Hey, buddy, it's not the forest that can't breathe fresh air." Morgan didn't know when he stood behind Lance, and patted Lance's shoulder to interrupt his movement.

Lance was a little unhappy, puffed up his cheeks and turned around to stare at Morgan, "It's not polite to interrupt someone's embrace of innocence."

Morgan raised his eyebrows, "Innocent?"

Lance looked around, then lowered his voice, "Actually, I've been keeping something from you guys."

"Lance, everyone has secrets." Morgan shook his head, saying it didn't matter.

Lance laughed, "You don't even ask me what my secret is, Derek is a good guy~ What if I'm hiding from you that I'm actually a perverted murderer?"

Morgan took a step back in surprise and then moved Lance up and down several times, and Lance looked at him generously.

Morgan shook his head, "To be honest, if it's true, then you are the most handsome and richest perverted murderer I've ever seen."

"My pleasure." Lance replied, "Oh~ I've grown tired of joking after staying here for so long."

Morgan shrugged and walked inside.

"I'm a mole." Lance whispered as Morgan brushed past him.

Morgan immediately stopped and turned his head.

Lance spread his hands, "I just got back from a job report~"

Morgan took a breath, and there was a little more struggle in his eyes.

"What kind of expression do you have? Don't you guys already know?" Lance looked very happy. "My acting skills just now can win an Oscar!"

Morgan shook his head, "Lance, we're not..."

"I know." He never thought of fooling the smartest people in country A, "I'll go up and chat with Hu Qi, do you want to join me?"

Naturally, Morgan declined.

Lance didn't care, he ran upstairs to complain to Hu Qi.

Afterwards, the attitude of other Bau team members towards him was no different, and Lance himself didn't think there was anything wrong except for the cancellation of the holiday and his serious dissatisfaction.

However, since this incident, the friendship between Lance and Rhett has improved. Lance will take Rhett to the bookstore every two weeks on Friday, and then buy a book for Diana. It was still awkward at first, but Lance looked calm, and Rhett got used to it after being awkward.

In addition, there is another thing to say that in the past few months, Lance has met the beautiful girl Benny who approached him many times. Although he has always kept his attitude away from this girl, but Can't stand the legendary fate.

It's different from any party I've seen before.

Benny covered her head and felt a little dizzy. This was different from the banquets she had attended in the past. She thought this way, but her eyes were not looking at everything around her or the people around her.

Young people in extremely revealing clothes got together a few times, all holding wine glasses in their hands, talking to each other.

It was the first time for Benny to come to this place. Such a fresh face naturally attracted attention. She herself was also a little cautious. From time to time, she lowered her head to look at her shoes, as if she could relax a bit just by looking at her.

Tina was by her side, watching Benny's actions, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes in an inelegant manner. She was not in her usual attire today, her hair was tied up high, and the makeup on her face was heavy but delicate. Extremely, the clothes on her body revealed a beautiful belly without fat and round shoulders, making her look youthful and rebellious.

Bernie finally couldn't help but took Latina's hand, "We are..."

The corner of Tina's mouth curled up into a smile, her eyes seemed to be hooked, and then she picked up a glass of red cocktail from the plate in the hand of a passing girl in coquettish dress and stuffed it into Bernie's hand without saying a word, "No After asking so many questions, after tonight you are the one in our circle who came to drink this glass of wine."

Benny was obviously shocked by Tina's words, and her face was obviously excited. Her hands trembled a little, and her fingertips touched the wine glass tremblingly. Swallowing a little bit of saliva, he drank the wine in the glass.

And after she finished drinking, she obviously noticed that the people around her were looking back with scrutiny, so she rubbed her head.

"Not bad." Tina smiled, "Come with me, I'll introduce a few people to you."

"En." Benny nodded, and followed behind Tina. She helped her forehead again, as if she was a little uncomfortable because she drank too much just now.

It was Wednesday, Lance was holding his head, his whole body was filled with an emotion called 'depressed', he muttered something softly in his mouth, which made several colleagues sitting at the next table raise their heads and wink at each other , after a few eye contact, Morgan ran over to care about his colleagues without hesitation.

"Dude, you've been like this for several days. Except for work, you just sit like this. Are you in any trouble?" Morgan raised a hand, "Just caring."

"Derek..." Lance put down his hand, with imperceptible annoyance in his tone, "I recently encountered an emotional crisis."

"Huh?" Al stretched his neck and let out a soft sigh, "Emotion?"

With a flash in his eyes, Reid hurriedly lowered his head and took out a magazine from the book next to him, flipping through it pretending to be casual. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to see a little red on the tips of the white ears.

Morgan didn't look back, but continued to tease, "Then can I know which girl has won the favor of our noble son?"

"No, the word favor is wrong, it should be irritability or panic." Lance scratched his head, "I swear to God, I can see that girl every time I go shopping this month... It’s almost as if once you go to buy something, it’s automatically bound to a rhythm that you can’t even sell!”

"..." Morgan thought for a while, if it were him, his heart couldn't help shaking, "This is really bad."

"Yes." Lance was extremely helpless, "I tried to go to another place to buy daily necessities, but I still encountered them."

"Is this fate?" Al finally couldn't help interjecting, "It seems that God is arranging opportunities for you."

"..." Lance raised his head, looking back and forth between the two people who were gossiping, "God knows what you look like now, I really thought you were brothers and sisters who had been separated for many years."

"It's so mean." Al curled his lips, then turned to look at Rhett, "Red, do you know who Lance's 'troublemaker' is?"

Rhett's hand trembled, and the page slipped from his fingers. He coughed dryly, "No, I don't know."

"Really?" Al obviously didn't believe it.

"Come on Al, don't embarrass the little doctor, you know that girl." Lance waved his hand, "I don't think it will be long before I can accept God's arrangement with peace of mind."

"Oh?"

* came out of the office with a large stack of documents in his hand, and then went straight to Hu Qi's office. This move was seen by Lance, and his face immediately wrinkled, "While I was still struggling in my heart, what else? Something happened."

Morgan heard the words and looked back at the direction Lance was looking at, and raised his eyebrows. The mood of joking with Lance was also gone, and he turned back to his desk, "Those bastards will not stop committing crimes just because we haven't rested. of."

"You remind me of our tragic vacation again." Lance frowned. "By the way, I got a message not long ago that our colleagues are in trouble?"

"We have a lot of colleagues, Lance." Seeing that the topic just now had been covered, Al didn't go any further, "Which part are you talking about?"

"Branch." Lance thought for a while, "It looks like he's investigating a perverted murderer."

"Haven't we been doing this kind of case all the time?"

"makes sense."

Not long after speaking, Hu Qi came out of the office and knocked on Gordon's door, *standing on the stairs, "Here we are."

This time the case is more difficult, it is said to be in Des Moines.

"Huh?" Lance put down the documents in his hand, "Then the mayor is in a hurry?"

Des Moines is the capital of the United States, and because it is in a "swing state", it is a must-see in every US presidential election.

"We can see that the suspect is provoking the government." Hu Qi turned over a page of information, "*, we can start now."

Rhett moved the coffee in front of Lance calmly, Lance nodded to Rhett, and then took a sip of the coffee unceremoniously, the taste was a bit sweet, it should be added sugar later, Lance He raised his eyebrows a little.

* Standing up, seeing the interaction between Reid and Lance was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't say anything about it, just turned on the projector, and then introduced.

"Our case this time took place in Des Moines. At least four people died within a month, but almost all of the dead were tourists who did not come to Des Moines."

"Then this case might have been done by xenophobes?" Al moved the pen in his hand.

* Shrugging, "At least the police haven't found any local victims yet."

"Then what is it that connects these cases?" Gordon interrupted them. He flipped through the documents in his hand, then looked at a few photos and pondered, "It seems that I found it."

In the photo, the clothes on the back of the deceased were all torn off, leaving him naked.Some words were written on Lu's skin with a black marker.

"What are these words?" Because the angle of the photo is actually not very clear.

"It's the victim's name,"* replied.

"kindness."

"Okay, everyone is ready, we will board the plane in 20 minutes." Hu Qi gave the final order.

Lance took another sip of coffee, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Rhett pursed his lips and said nothing.

Bau's plane flew smoothly as usual. Lance sat on the sofa after putting his luggage away. Gordon was still reading the information. He was obviously very interested in what the suspect was doing.

"Remember the basics of researching victims, Lance?" Gordon asked abruptly when Lance sat down.

Lance nodded, "What is the reason, why this time, why this place, why this victim."

"Good." Gordon nodded, "They are just traveling to Des Moines, why would our suspects choose them."

"Compared to this, I want to know why the local police didn't ask us for help earlier." Lance was puzzled, "Shouldn't such a method happen twice enough to cause alarm?"

*Does not look up, "Because the mayor was re-elected recently."

"So we can't let voters see such a bad case happen." Hooch explained, "First of all, the first victim, Gate Arbor, is a 20-year-old college student who came to Des Moines with his classmates. , disappeared at a bar on the second night in Des Moines, and police found his body two days later, in the bathroom of the bar where he disappeared."

Morgan went on to talk about the situation of the second victim, "Like the first victim, she is from Des Moines, but she is a brown-haired girl who is only 18 years old. It is said that she left her hometown to try her luck in the city. She played the guitar and sang in the park, a passer-by said that she hadn't arrived for two days, and was found dead on the park bench where she used to sit the next morning."

Lance asked in surprise, "Although I don't go out very much at night, I also know that the benches in the park are generally reserved for homeless people. How do you do this?"

"Um..." * flipped through the information a few times quickly, "because the benches in the park were repainted in those two days."

"Tsk."

"Hmm, this is 25-year-old Dea Cross, a company employee, on a business trip to Des Moines. It is said that no one has seen him for two days after arriving at the hotel. On the third day, he was called for hotel cleaning services. Then the waiter opened the door and found his body. The police arrived in time and quickly blocked the news." Al raised his eyelids, "Who can tell me that this person has been missing for such a long time if he has not been found? Wouldn't the corpse be held accountable?"

"Now is a critical period." Lance sneered, "But I don't think our murderer wanted these corpses to be hidden."

"you're right."

Gordon rubbed his chin, there were some fine stubbles on it, "Then our last victim."

Reid quickly replied, "Yes, yes, she is 22 years old, she is a prostitute, she was found in the red light district yesterday."

"Red Light District." Lance chewed these words, and suddenly felt that his reaction seemed to be overdone, so he lowered his head and said sorry.

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