[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Lance has a headache now, because Gordon will always enter the hypothetical reasoning state without anyone else, muttering something in his mouth, just like now.

The few people squatting and smoking over there have already raised their heads. Of course, this cannot be ruled out because he and Gordon have 'invaded' their territory, but when they looked at Gordon, they obviously had Lots of bad emotions like 'this guy is weird' and stuff like that...

"..." Gordon turned around, he looked at the road coming, "What a good place."

"Ahem." Lance coughed dryly twice, then reached out and patted his sleeve, then raised his head and showed a slightly shy smile to the group of people here, "I don't know Can I ask you a few questions?"

A few meters away from Lance, a person stood up. The dark blue pullover hid the faces of the people inside in the shadow under the dim light of the night, and he did not pinch the cigarette on his mobile phone.

"Don't you guys know you can't come here?" He said, "And what is that guy over there talking about all the time?"

His words seemed to be a signal, and the people who were squatting just now also stood up, and there was a faint tendency to lean towards them to see them surrounded.

Lance's smile remained unchanged, "It seems that this has always been your place?"

The leader in the dark blue jumper spat, "That's right."

Lance touched his pocket and flashed his ID, "FBI agent, please cooperate with the investigation."

As soon as the voice fell on the scene, several people panicked and wanted to find a place to run, but Lance and Gordon stood at the only exit, unless they could open the back door of the hotel.

"...ok" The leader dropped the cigarette butt on the ground, stretched his arms on his chest, "ok, bro, we're just here for a little gathering."

Regardless of this, Gordon asked directly, "Are you all here from the 20th to the 23rd of this month?"

The leader was stunned for a moment, and then hastily denied, "Actually, we were all in the bureau those few days." Speaking of this, he seemed very dissatisfied, "We have always been very law-abiding."

Lance raised an eyebrow.

"Have any strangers been here before the 20th? You should have been here all the time."

"No." The leader shook his head almost immediately, "Actually, we are not always here, we just come here once in a while."

Listening to what he said, Lance glanced at the few people present.

Then several people saw that the two of them didn't intend to stop them, so they walked away carefully.

Lance didn't seem to see it, which made the leader seem a little more courageous, so he walked forward, and after taking two steps, he suddenly turned around, "Is something serious?"

Lance didn't answer, but Gordon muttered softly, "It's a coincidence, or it's part of the plan, no, I was able to get those file reports, not only do I have the list of crimes, I also have every source's information. A footprint, I have unparalleled wisdom, I turn everyone around, I have compassion, I want to..."

Lance: "I'm sorry, that's right." He took out his business card and handed it to the man while speaking, "This is my business card. If you think of anything later, you can contact me."

The man looked back, as if he had some scruples, and waited until the others could no longer see their backs before turning around, "I know something big has happened, but I don't want to cause trouble."

Gordon walked over slowly, bent down to look at the back door of the hotel, but didn't touch it.

The man's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head again, "What I just said is the truth, are you really the FBI?"

"Heh~" Lance laughed, "Do you suspect that we are not as scared as the FBI was just now?"

The man scratched his head, and moved his white fingers on the hat, "If there is a big problem, it is normal to go to the FBI, I heard that there is a 'Bloody Batman' in Des Moines..."

"Who did you listen to?" Gordon turned his head sharply.

"...I just accidentally overheard those policemen when I was in the police station." He raised his hand and tried to show his innocence, "Besides, you are a new face in Des Moines."

"You seem to know a lot of people?" Lance reached out and touched his lower back.

"People like us are sensitive to people, and the smell on your body is very different from other people." The man laughed dryly, "But you are not the same as the FBI on TV."

"Noah." Gordon knocked lightly on the back door, "Go and ask who has the key to this door." He didn't turn his head, but his voice was higher, "We are profilers. "

"Wow~" the man immediately became excited, "cool~ can you see what I do?"

This time, without waiting for Gordon to speak, Lance put his arms around the man's shoulders, with a warm smile on his face, "Of course~ I not only know that your family background is average but you need money urgently recently, I also know You may say that you and some people in the hotel are hooking up with each other, maybe I should ask the front desk to find out whether the things that are often lost in the hotel should be recalled."

The man shook his body and was about to run forward, but Lance grabbed his shoulders tightly. Lance slammed him into the wall next to him, with his right leg against his back, "I I also want to know who told you to wait for us here and say these things~"

Gordon shrugged his shoulders as if he was no longer interested in the back door. He walked over and squinted at the man for a long time before nodding, "It's a surprise."

It was indeed an accident.

"I'm going to work overtime tonight." Gordon said as he took out the phone.

The man struggled desperately twice, and Lance impatiently increased the strength of his legs, causing the man to grunt, but he didn't dare to resist any more.

"Is anyone packing for tonight's supper?"

"Of course, how about the coffee at the police station?" Gordon pulled the corner of his mouth.

The police car arrived soon, and Lance handed over the man to the police, got into Gordon's car and returned to the police station.

After meeting Hu Qi, Lance complained again why he was not handcuffed.

Al took a cup of coffee and put it on the table, "Your coffee, do you remember how many cups you drank today?"

As soon as Lance heard it, he immediately raised his fingers in front of him and broke them carefully, a little uncertain, "About five cups?"

"It's actually five and a half cups. The second cup you drank when you first arrived was knocked over when you drank half of it." Rhett pushed the door open, his hair a little wet.

"Have you taken a shower and ready for bed?" Lance asked.

"No, I'm still awake." Rhett frowned, "The person caught is..."

"It's the idle people around the hotel." Lance picked up the coffee, "Al is really considerate."

Al smiled slightly, "Ha, I can sleep well with this compliment, although I think it will make me happier if you invite me to eat cake later."

"Yes, don't worry." Lance took a sip before continuing, "We met at the back door of the hotel. At first I thought it was a petty theft, so I asked him about the number from the 20th to the 23rd. Somewhere he immediately answered that he was in the police station, no matter who he was, he had to respond. It was suspicious to answer too quickly. Of course, it did not rule out that something very memorable happened that day, but I don’t think so. He will find it unforgettable to be in the police station, but he still has time to think about the conversation with the police."

"Goon, great detective."

"Of course, Gordon and I gave them a chance, and this man stayed and emphasized again, and he also mentioned an interesting name." Lance pouted, "'Bloody Batman' Tsk, Batman is a symbol of justice, but if you twist it, it will almost match our suspect, but the secret behind the victim is that we only knew a few hours ago, he was in the 20th to 23rd I heard what the police said here, so either the police have already found out and came to us to tease us, or there is something wrong with him."

Al clapped his hands a few times, "It's really good."

Rhett pursed his lips, "I'll go see how Gordon and the others are doing." Then he stood up and opened the door to go out.

"..." Lance tilted his head, "What's wrong with the little doctor, he looks a little unhappy."

Al hesitated for a moment, "You...can't you see?"

"... Are you in a bad mood because you didn't eat supper?" Lance was a little uncertain. Seeing Al's eyes rounded with a 'no joking' expression, he had to raise one hand to express his surrender, "Okay, okay, But I remember that I didn't tease him today, and he shouldn't be angry."

"You..." Al moved his lips, "When you drank coffee this afternoon..."

"I added too much sugar to the coffee I poured him?" Lance frowned slightly, "But the little doctor should not be angry because of this."

Al who was interrupted: "..." She took a breath and stood up suddenly, with a somewhat irritable look on her brows, but after a few seconds she cursed in a low voice as if she had suddenly given up on something , "Damn it, how could I..."

Then he gave Lance a hard look, saw Lance gritted his teeth and said "I'll see how the interrogation is going" with a dazed expression on his face, then waved his hands and left, following her leaving the office The door was also closed.

Lance was the only one left in the office. His eyes wandered over the door for a while, and then he picked up the coffee and blew lightly. There was a layer of fine white foam on the coffee that slowly gathered to the edge of the cup. , Lance bowed his head and took a sip, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that I'm playing off..."

The author has something to say: Well...

No I don't update every day

I just wanted to update and failed... that's all!

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Status is being restored!Please don't worry about the organization, Lance will die right away... No, let Lance work hard to die right away... It's not right either...

Well……

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At this time, just brushing yo is enough... [Stare]