[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Afterwards, Morgan and * went to the university where Gate was, and they also went to find some classmates who were traveling with Gate after greeting the school leaders in advance.

"Can you tell me what happened at that time?" Morgan asked a boy wearing a red hat. Although it had been a long time, he still seemed a little nervous when talking about this matter.

"I, we just drank some wine in the bar, and then he disappeared when he turned around." The boy touched the brim of his hat, "We have already talked to the police about the other things, doesn't it mean that there is no problem? "

Morgan looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Because we have a new witness."

The boy's hands trembled, and then he pretended to be nonchalant and put down his hands, "So are we suspects now?"

Morgan: "Actually, if you don't tell what you know, you're a suspect based on what the eyewitnesses say."

"We..." The boy was a little anxious.

"You guys?" Morgan repeated, "Any other guys you guys were with?" He turned around as he spoke, and was asking another guy a question not far away*.

Seeing Morgan looking over, the boy over there couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat off his forehead, his face was already pale.

"Even if we tell the truth, you won't help us." The boy's brown eyes kept rolling, and he was very disturbed. "After all, if we say something now, no one will believe it."

"Obviously you have missed the best time to make a statement." Morgan touched the edge of his sunglasses, "But we have other suspects, and this time we are here to find out the real situation."

"Really?"

"Dude, do you think I'm a liar?" Morgan chuckled twice, then straightened his face, "Listen, your truthful statement is very important to us, Gate is your friend, isn't he? ?"

The boy was silent for a while, then looked at his companion, and suddenly smiled, "I thought only women would ask me this question, man, to be honest, you are much gentler than those policemen."

Morgan shrugged.

"Actually, Gate was drinking with us at the bar that day, and when Gate was drunk, we helped him out and got him into a taxi. Because Ann and I wanted to continue playing in the bar, we didn't go back with him." The boy blinked. Rolling eyes, "We really don't know..."

"Gate is drunk? Did you watch him get into a taxi and leave?" Morgan narrowed his eyes. "Let me remind you that if the clues you provide are wrong, it will be a disturbance..."

"Tsk." The boy frowned suddenly, "I mean, can you not tell my parents?"

"Watch what you do, buddy."

"We took a little medicine. In fact, we are like this every time. Gaite can take care of himself. Nothing happened before. As for the taxi, we did send him to the taxi. I closed the door. At that time, my clothes were caught by the car door, although I was in a daze at the time."

Morgan took a deep breath and turned his head away. The other boy was still trying his best to dissuade him. He continued to ask, "This time you take the usual medicine? Is there anything strange about it?"

The boy lowered his head now, as if he didn't dare to look at Morgan's expression, "We usually... I can't say, but this time the medicine was given to us by Gait, so we took it too."

"How does it feel?"

"Much better than before." The boy touched his head, "Actually, we only occasionally..."

Morgan sighed again.

Lance buried himself in the pile of files, he doesn't want to get up now, Morgan and * have called back to talk about the situation there and rushed back, Garcia was also asked to start digging up other victims and drugs, It doesn't matter whether there is a product or not. In this situation, it is necessary to grasp even a simple clue.

"I think if you go to the bar and look for the bartender, you will be able to ask something." Al frowned, "I think there is something wrong with him."

"Because you're too smart?" Lance raised his head, carefully considering his words, "Aside from this, where else can we get clues."

Al didn't even lift his eyelids, "The most direct source of evidence is the corpse, but Hu Qi and * have already seen it, and there seems to be nothing wrong."

Facing Gordon's probing gaze, Lance closed his mouth and decided to continue playing dead.

"Because of the two different performances before and after the murderer, we almost thought it was two people at first." Reid's movements were not slow, and he kept writing something on the paper, "Perhaps the person we are looking for is two people subconsciously. personal."

"You mean we're looking for a schizophrenic?"

Rhett froze suddenly, then nodded as if nothing had happened, "Yes."

Lance pushed the cup on the side of the table, "Maybe we should ask Garcia to help us check the interior again, for example, the police in some places have retired or been retired..."

"Ken he..."

"He didn't give us trust in this kind of thing." Lance interrupted Al.

Gordon reached out and touched his chin, "Al and Rhett, go to the bar again."

"Lance, come with me."

Hu Qi raised his eyebrows, "I'll go find out with Ken."

Gordon acted decisively, stood up and walked out as soon as he finished speaking, and Lance had no choice but to follow.

"It's me, Garcia." The muscles on Gordon's cheeks moved slightly, "Help me check the policemen who left the police station in Des Moines recently."

Lance paused, then continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

"I've found it..." Gordon continued to ask, "Okay, call me if you found it."

Lance had already walked to Gordon, "Have you found it?"

"Garcia found out that Natalie had a history of smoking and drug use." Gordon's mouth twitched, "We are still investigating."

"If it's really related to this thing, maybe we can shorten the range." Lance touched his chin self-consciously, then looked around, they had already left the police station, "So where are we going now? "

"Eat more for lunch later."

"?"

When Lance finally followed Gordon to the destination, he almost knelt down for Gordon.

The forensic doctor took off the masks, looked at their IDs, and brought them into the freezer.

"Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, your colleagues have already visited yesterday." The forensic doctor's eyes widened slightly, he looked carefully at each drawer, and then walked to the front of one to pull it open. , and then continued, "This is the latest victim. Her family has not come here, and the remains have been here."

Lance's gaze quickly skipped over the corpse.

Parry Cullen, 28, of Des Moines...

Lance was stunned. Originally, he thought Ken was more suspicious. Was it really just that he was too nervous about the case?But has Parry Cullen ever appeared in the current investigation?

"What are you looking at?" Gordon suddenly turned around and asked.

Lance wanted to answer subconsciously, but he held back immediately. He opened his mouth and then closed it and bit his tongue unfortunately. He frowned, "Tsk."

The forensic doctor glanced at Lance critically, "So what do you want to know this time?"

Gordon bent down slightly, getting a little closer to the corpse. He looked at the corpse carefully and seemed to want to find something from it.

Lance stuck out his tongue, "Our understanding is, did the autopsy results show that she had taken drugs before her death?"

The forensic doctor raised his eyebrows and took a board from the shelf beside him, "No."

"The first victim was at the beginning of the month..."

"I know, the police have specifically explained that these, um, the autopsy reports of the victims are all separate." The forensic doctor sighed, "If there is any, we will write it on the autopsy report, obviously not, of course I heard they were imprisoned for a while."

"You're right." Lance replied, and then his right hand tightened, "That's true."

The forensic doctor opened his mouth when he heard the words, "So you are here to confirm again?"

Gordon raised his head and looked straight at Lance, but he answered the forensic doctor's question, "I just want to find more clues."

The forensic doctor nodded knowingly, "However, although it is impossible to detect whether the victim had smoked before, the skin color was very unhealthy when it was first delivered, and there were some marks on the face."

"Maybe it's smoking?" Lance looked at the victim's hands. Although they were pale, the nails were still slightly yellow.

"Perhaps." The forensic doctor replied.

There were still things to be busy outside, so Gordon and Lance were left here. Lance wondered whether Gordon had discovered something by saying some sensitive words again and again.

Then he got a call from Al.

"It's so strange." Lance didn't turn his back.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Red is asking Garcia for help. We just arrived at the bar. Parry is not on duty today, so we..."

"Who, who, who??" Lance frowned, "Who are you talking about?"

"Parry, oh my god, the address that the owner gave me here is unoccupied. Rhett and I have been wandering around here for a long time, damn it! I bet this case must have something to do with this bastard!"

you are right.

"However, you can't arrest him because of this. After all, he is at most...a falsified address when applying for a job?"

"So we turned to Garcia for help."

Just listening to Al's voice, Lance could imagine that the girl was in a panic now.

"..."

"Okay, okay, I just wanted to tell you, you guys, Rhett... hey"

Why do I think girl you seem to be tired.

The author has something to say: I swear I haven't brushed bs these days!

==

i hate summer vacation