[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Granny Franklin was watching TV at home, drinking a beer while watching a report about Tommy Killer in the TV report.

"Now the FBI has intervened in the investigation, and another attack happened in the afternoon. It is said that this is Tommy's killer's biggest failure..."

Grani's hands couldn't stop shaking, and he pinched the can until it deformed, and the beer spilled out.

How could it be a failure, how could it be a failure, this case was not committed by him at all, the damn police, can't even see this!What fbi?Sure enough, he is already stupid!A bunch of shit!

Here, Grani was so angry that he stood up and was about to go out.

He wants to call these idiots and defend his dignity and reputation!

As soon as he stood up, the door was kicked open vigorously, and he saw a group of people wearing clothes with the words fbi printed entering his room with guns raised.

"FBI! Granny Franklin, you're under arrest!" Morgan held the gun steadily, pointing the muzzle at Granny's head.

An incomprehensible smile suddenly appeared on Grani's slightly distorted face, "You have found me..."

Lance and the others also entered the room immediately. Morgan slowly approached Grani with a gun in his hand, but Grani seemed to be stunned, looking at the door motionlessly. The lady who opened the door.

The lady's eyes were full of disbelief, her lips were trembling, "God, I shouldn't have let you in, I thought..."

"You're doing well, ma'am." Al took a step back and comforted softly.

"No!" The lady shook her head suddenly, "You must have arrested the wrong person! Why did you arrest him?!"

"...Ma'am." Al had no choice but to take a few steps back again, put the gun back on his waist, reached out to support the lady's shoulder, and tried to lead him away from here.

"I'm the Tommy Killer that's been rumored!" Granny suddenly shouted, with undisguised pride in his voice.

"How is it possible!" The lady shook off Al's hand and wanted to rush in, but was stopped immediately.

"Now is not the time to reminisce, Granny Franklin, you have been arrested. Immediately throw away the weapon on your body, then raise your hands high, and kneel down with your head bowed." Morgan still said the same tone.

Grani did not move for a long time, but still stood there.

"It's impossible for him to kill someone. He's very timid. Even if I yell at him, he doesn't dare to say anything. This kind of person doesn't even dare to commit suicide. How could he kill someone!!" the lady screamed.

Lance really wanted to stuff the landlady's leftover apple pie from yesterday into the lady's mouth. Although she could hear that she was trying to defend Grani, it didn't sound right!

Sure enough, Grani's face changed, and he touched his back decisively. All the FBI immediately tensed up, and took up their guns. Al and another team member almost forcibly invited the lady downstairs.

The corner of Grani's mouth twitched slightly, and he immediately pressed the gun to his throat, "Bring her up! I'm not a coward! No!"

"well" Gordon took a step forward.

Grani immediately stared at him warily.

"Actually, you've done so much, it's pretty good." Gordon didn't seem to see his expression, "No matter what she thinks of you, you are already a very successful serial killer, and many people already know about you."

"Really? But..."

Lance pouted, "I want to be fair."

Grani looked at him again.

Lance tilted his head, "To put it bluntly, women basically have duplicity. In fact, many women don't want men to be better than themselves. I saw that lady just now must be suppressing you in life. God, this must have sucked."

"You...you know?"

"Of course, I have such a landlady, but she always likes to take credit for the things I do well, so that she can show off to her neighbors." Lance pouted, "Think about it Look, if you die now, oh~ I mean, you already have a lot of fans, you know? If you die, the person those fans are looking for is not you, but the lady just now, I really can't imagine, what if that lady makes up a mess, she doesn't even know you by now, she might say something that she can control you tightly, and then your methods of killing people are all She's implying, oh~ will your fans be disappointed, and then they'll think that's the lady they should adore?"

"no, I can not!"

Gordon took over the words, "Why not, you know that we will keep all the files of serial killers like you under strict custody, except for some writers who will visit you in prison to listen to your dictation of your life and help you write your biography In addition, what other people saw was only these few cases, by the way, we didn’t even disclose the methods and methods to the outside world, you see the case this afternoon, they thought it was you who did it.”

Grani's hands were already shaking.

"In this way, your fans can only ask the lady just now for verification. After all, she lives with you and is close to you. I can already imagine that she is surrounded by your fans and asked her to tell about your deeds. It's about time."

"No! She can't take it away! Impossible!"

"Now, drop your weapons, raise your hands, and kneel!"

"Guarantee that I will be known by the whole world when I go to prison, and that someone will come to interview me!" Galani roared with red eyes.

"ipromise" Gordon nodded.

Grani immediately threw away the pistol, and with a contented smile on his face, he knelt on the carpet. Gordon approached with the gun in his hand, then grabbed his arm and pulled back, handcuffed on.

Lance got into the car with his hands on his stomach, and Rhett was sitting next to him. The kid didn't know what he was thinking, and looked straight out of the window with a pair of deep eyes.

Lance tried his best to glance out the window. Except for the street lights, there was no beautiful night scene to see in the darkness, so he retracted again, rubbing his stomach carefully.

"Hey, Lance, you did a good job just now!" Morgan was driving, but this did not prevent the handsome black guy from spit out words of praise.

Lance was stunned, huh?Got in the wrong car?

"Well, thank you."

"What's wrong with you, aren't you feeling well?" Rhett finally came back to his senses, and he knew something was wrong when he saw Lance's appearance.

Lance bit his lip and raised his head, his black eyes fixed on Rhett, "Doctor... When are we going to eat, I'm starving to death."

"..."

"..."

In the end, Lance ate the chocolate candy sponsored by Morgan.

Generally speaking, having the FBI's bau to assist the local police in solving the case is beneficial to speed up the process of solving the case, but it is still very, very rare to have a serial killer arrested in the evening just after arriving in the morning, but anyway, the case Just break it.

They had already booked a hotel before they got here. The case was solved and everyone was tired. It would be inhumane to fly back at such a late hour, so Hooch decided to let everyone stay in San Diego for one night.

After getting the news that he could go to eat, Lance almost got up from the ground, his little hungry eyes blinked, making * and Al unable to bear it anymore.

"Let's eat Chinese food tonight." *Turned around, "I just inquired, there is one nearby."

Lance's eyes lit up instantly, "Eat!"

Rhett pursed his lips, "I remember you have been drinking coffee in the afternoon."

Lance nodded, "Yes."

"Then why are you still so hungry?"

"It doesn't matter if you're full with coffee." Lance thought for a while, "The coffee in the San Diego Police Department is worse than the one in the cultural department."

Then you still drink so much.

Without further words, the group arrived at the Chinese restaurant very close to the police station. This restaurant is owned by a Chinese. Being able to open such a restaurant here shows that the Chinese owner is still very resourceful. of.

Lance looked at the English menu handed over by the waiter with a serious face, which seemed awkward no matter how you looked at it.

* Kindly reminded, "What does Lance want to eat? Here is rice, the staple food of country Z, and some meat that is cooked in a strange way."

"..." Lance glanced at her, was silent for a while, and then, "What did you order?"

Morgan laughed, "Pasta, and some others."

Lance nodded, "I don't understand the menu very well, just order the same one for me."

*Handing the menu to the waiter, the waiter smiled and showed two small canine teeth, turned around and shouted in Chinese, "Master Zhang! Here are seven bowls of noodles with fried sauce!"

Lance: "..."

I was so moved that I was about to cry. In San Diego in country A, I was able to hear such an authentic way of reporting in country Z. It was so sensational and tear-jerking.

Zhajiang noodles are a bit delicate to make, but the speed is not slow. Before Lance has finished drinking the third glass of water, the noodles are served, and he hugged the bowl. Lance didn't care about other people's eyes at all. Picking up the chopsticks at hand, he stirred the noodles in the bowl for a while, then picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth.

The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any sense of stagnation.

"..." Reid's hands holding the chopsticks trembled a little, he couldn't hold the slippery noodles, and he heard the sound of someone eating 'hehehehe' in his ear, so he felt a little uncomfortable after hearing it.

In his busy schedule, Lance rescued his head from the bowl, and looked at Rhett who was struggling with chopsticks with puffy cheeks.

Rhett looked up at him too.

Lance blinked his eyes, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and then looked at the others, who were all buried in their food, as if they didn't notice what was going on here, so Lance grinned and continued to bury his head in the bowl inside.

"..."

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