[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Before Lance could calm down and think about his situation carefully, a new case came. This time the case was very difficult. At least he ran to Hu Qi's office as soon as he came out of the office. You can see it.

Rhett didn't even put down his breakfast coffee mug.

"Big case." Morgan curled his lips, and he turned around, "We've even just come back, and Lance hasn't even settled down to a cup of bau's coffee!"

"Complaining so much is worse than sitting down and resting." Lance flipped through the newspaper, "And how can I get involved everywhere?"

Rhett finally put down his coffee cup, too.

Al was a little later than usual, and the exhaustion in his expression was obvious.

That is, she came in for a while, and Hu Qi called everyone in the conference room. This time, it was different from the past. Hu Qi personally introduced the case. Bau was originally called bsu, and it set up branches in many places. The situation this time is A branch encountered trouble in handling the case, and at the same time, because of insufficient manpower, it really had no choice but to ask the headquarters for help. By the way, it also hoped that the headquarters could send someone to guide it.

After considering the situation, Hu Qi decided to send a few people to help.

"Gordon, Lance and Rhett, three months."

The cities of Country A are very developed. In contrast, places like towns and countryside are much 'primitive'.

When the three of them arrived, Jack Crawford, the head of the local bsu, was already waiting at the airport.

Lance was still a little dizzy. In fact, when he first heard that Hu Qi was going to send someone to support him, he thought that if he and Reid were separated for a while, he should be able to calm down and think for a while, but he was disappointed in the end. up.

They couldn't separate.

Just arrived at the destination, Jack took three people to the hotel to stay, and said that he would start working the next day.

When the three-member team arrived at bsu's workplace the next day, the materials of the cases handled had been sorted out and placed on the table.

Jack first briefly introduced his team, and then started the case introduction.

"This is our latest case," Jack said, "it was a crime committed by the girl's father, Garrett Jacob Hobbs, but there was an accident during the arrest process, and he had already been shot. , his daughter Abigail survived."

Lance habitually took out the information in the box and handed it to Rhett, "so"

"But I don't think the case is over yet, we haven't even found the victim's body." Jack's eyes flashed, "We hope to get more information from Abigail, and while we are tracking, a Copycats, what we have to do is to catch the copycats too."

"Where is this girl now?" Gordon looked at Rhett who was flipping through the documents quickly.

"She is in the nursing room, and the nurse said that she is still agitated and cannot ask questions."

Rhett didn't look up, "Is there bleeding from the outside of the neck, and the throat was cut?"

Lance raised his eyebrows, "Why does it sound so confusing?"

Rhett shrugged his shoulders, still didn't lift his head, pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over, "This."

Lance also read it quickly, and then felt that his world view had been refreshed. This is a very detailed report, and the entire case is written in very concise language.

Probably because Abigail was about to turn 18 and was about to leave home, so her father Hobbs, who loved her very much, abducted and slaughtered several girls because his only daughter was about to leave. He simply killed his wife when he came to arrest him, and cut his daughter's throat when confronting the police...

Sanguan, are you okay?

"So Abigail is actually still in the weak stage?" Lance rubbed his chin, "Why didn't you give us these materials last night?"

Gordon took the piece of paper in Lance's hand and looked at it, and walked inside rudely while looking at it.

Jack was not annoyed, "I think you need to rest in your state last night. Besides, our investigation has froze because of Abigail. Will you have the energy to complete the task after you have rested?"

Gordon asked some questions from time to time, and Lance and Rhett began to find breakthroughs from the information. What they have to do now is to find the bodies of the murdered girls, because Hobbs's house was almost searched, and Not a single trace of their hunting cabin was found.

Oh, and a copycat.

"So I can only find a breakthrough from Abigail? If Abigail doesn't get out of the weak period for a day, can I just wait?" Lance leaned back on the chair, holding a pen in his hand and writing Turning around, "It would be nice if we could meet her."

While talking here, a young man with brown curly hair and pale skin walked in through the door. His complexion was not good, and his eye sockets were blue, which indicated that he had not had a good rest recently.

"Oh, Will!" Jack stood up straight and waved at the young man, "Come here."

The young man paused, and the trajectory he was going to go to the left changed, and he walked over.

Lance also sat up straight subconsciously. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed a little familiar. It didn't mean his appearance, but his temperament, a very unique temperament.

"This is my team's 'consultant', Will Graham, he has a lot of research on the psychology of serial murderers." Jack smiled, and then he turned his head and said to Will, "These are From Quantico headquarters, this is Special Agent Jason Gordon, this is Dr. Spencer Read, and this is Agent Noah Lance."

Will obviously didn't care much about the three of them, and he nodded coldly.

"Who is your partner?" Lance asked suddenly.

Gordon did not stop Lance, but continued to look at the information.

Rhett smiled awkwardly when he saw Will being so indifferent, and then lowered his head angrily.

"What?" Will frowned.

"No offense." Lance waved his hand, "I think you should have a partner."

Will seemed to think of something, and his face softened a little, "Yes, I have a partner."

Jack nodded, "I hired Will's partner, a well-known psychiatrist."

Lance almost subconsciously touched his lower back. His movement was not large, but it was enough for Jack, an old detective, to understand, so his eyes became inquiring.

"No offense intended." Lance smiled wryly twice, "I just heard the psychiatrist subconsciously take precautions."

"That's really helpless." Jack frowned, "Dr. Lecter is a professional and good doctor."

"What a pity." Lance shook his head himself.

I really saw the good doctor that Jack said was at the dinner table at night. Jack invited three people from the bau team and the team members in his own team to have dinner together.

Unlike usual, this time we ate in a high-end restaurant, so everyone dressed more formally.

Then Lance almost immediately spotted a new face on the long table, and quickly realized that this was the very professional Dr. Lecter that Jack said.

Dr. Lecter has short dark blond hair, which is placed on his head docilely. There is a calm smile on his handsome face. He nodded to several people before introducing himself, "I am accepted by Jack." Invited into the squad and also a psychiatrist."

Lance listened and cut up the steak.

"My name is Hannibal Lecter, and you can come to me if you need it."

My name is Hannibal Lecter My name is Hannibal I'm Hannibal Hannibal Hiss! ! ! !

"Prick—" The sound of the metal knife rubbing against the dinner plate was very harsh. Lance's eyes were empty, but the strength in his hand was slowly increasing, but he didn't notice it.Regardless of whether this person was the ogre Hannibal he knew, the name alone was enough to make Lance kneel on the ground.

"Noah?" Rhett pushed Lance's arm, and the steak on Lance's plate was pushed off the plate by the force of the cutlery knife.

Lance lowered his head blankly and looked at the slightly messy scene in front of him. He jumped up in the next second and stretched out his hand to touch his lower back. After feeling the familiar touch, his heartbeat that seemed to have stopped just now gradually came back.

When he came back to his senses, everyone on the long table was looking at him.

Lance didn't put on a show either, and immediately turned his head to show his discomfort, "I'm sorry, please give me some time, I'm quite repulsive to psychologists."

Hannibal smiled very good-naturedly, "It's okay, many people don't like psychiatrists."

Lance didn't explain further, and the steak in front of him was replaced with a new one in a short while.

But when he thought of Hannibal, he couldn't eat the steak, although he didn't see the name on the piece of meat.

His head was a little empty, and he couldn't help thinking about what kind of mood he would feel if one day, Hannibal invited him to a big meal, and he saw the uniform 'Hannibal' floating on a pile of food.

I feel tired just thinking about it.

Having no interest in meat, Lance had to order another salad to eat, but when he saw the salad dressing, he couldn't eat it anymore.

Look at the red wine glass next to it, under the light of the overhead chandelier, the red color inside the glass is reflected, it is extremely clear, and it feels like looking at a top-quality gem in a trance.

What can he do?

He didn't even dare to confirm whether this Hannibal was the Hannibal he knew, and he was as scared as a quail just by the slightest possibility.

Sitting still.

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