[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"That person?" Gordon looked at Lance's bad face.

"Well." Lance scratched his head, "I don't know where I met a... guy named Jim?"

Wait, if you really want to talk about Jim, he really knows someone, but that person doesn't even count as acquaintance with him. How could such a big man stalk a small man like him...

Oh, God!

"You figured it out." Rhett said firmly.

Lance shook his head, "I seem to remember that there was a milkman..." He frowned as he spoke, "Forgive him, he's just a milkman."

Gordon shook his head, "How long has it been?"

"It's been several years." Lance pressed a few keys, "I met this Jim by accident, let's see."

Gordon asked Lance to call Garcia when he was free, and Lance also agreed, talking all the way and returning to the hotel soon, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Rhett's room is on the right of Lance. Lance watched Rhett with a new hairstyle open the door of the room and walked forward.

"Noah." Rhett said.

Lance looked back, puzzled in his eyes.

Reid dodged his eyes quickly, coughed twice, "Hey, we can try." Then he went straight into the room without waiting for Lance's reaction.

Lance: "..."

In fact, little doctor, you can still think about it for another ten or eight years, no problem at all!

The tired Lance felt that he had done a good job, but he really couldn't do anything other than complain about himself, so he laughed twice and went into his room.

Then he sat on the bed and silently took out his phone.

……

I applied for a twitter, and couldn't wait to post a status.

[Not adding r is also lucky e: Chi, Han is a big shot!I don't want to eat meat anymore. ]

-Comment[1]:

-I like real leather the most: I’m not an idiot~ I still need to eat some meat, look at you, you’ve gained two pounds from last week~

Lance stared at the almost instant reply, and decided to put the phone farther away.

The next day at work was of course not very good, Rhett looked at him like this and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn’t say anything, Lance had something in his mind, wondering why he would get into big trouble, and when he walked in haggardly, his head went straight Knocked on the door.

"..." Jack looked at Lance's appearance and hesitated for a rare moment, then turned his gaze to Reid who put the bag aside, "I've found out a little bit about what happened last night."

Gordon had already run to the whiteboard and picked up a pen.

"I think we need a new whiteboard for the time being." Reid walked back to the door and pulled Lance in. Although he looked thin, he was a man with a lot of strength, so it was no problem to pull Lance.

Jack turned his head to look at Gordon who was holding a pen and pouted, and immediately said, "Of course, of course."

"So what did you find out?" Lance rubbed his temples weakly and took Jack's words.

"The report has come out." Jack said and looked into the door. "I just came out to have a cup of coffee and you are here. The report is still in my office."

"uh-huh?"

"That's right. Last night's arm was analyzed by our forensic doctor. According to calculations, it has been more than 24 hours since the arm was cut off, and the incision is also very sharp. The murderer seems to have no hesitation." Jack said, his face Although there is no expression, but the tone is a little strange.

"Then can we know that the person is alive when the arm is cut off?" Reid continued to ask.

Jack shrugged, "This is a little troublesome, but it's been more than 24 hours."

Lance was lying on the table, listening to the conversation between Jack and Red, and suddenly felt a little bored, so he turned his face, put one side of his face on the table, put one hand on the table and began to tap with his fingers.

'da da da da'

"Noah." Gordon looked down at Lance, but stopped him.

Lance put away his fingers subconsciously, and relaxed again after a while.

"Mr. Detective today seems to have something on his mind."

Lance's muscles trembled almost subconsciously when he heard the voice, and then his body became stiff.

The smile on Hannibal's face was just right, and he walked over very lightly, "Did something happen to you?" Was his subtext that he was someone to confide in?

"Mr Lecter."

Hannibal greeted the others again, seeing that Lance was still lying on the table and didn't intend to sit up to say hello, nor was he dissatisfied with his faux pas, he still smiled so softly.

"Actually, a glass of warm milk before going to bed is good for sleep." Hannibal said softly.

Rhett scratched his head.

Gordon had already got a new whiteboard, and was impatiently writing about last night's new case on the board.

Jack trusted the psychiatrist very much, "Agent Lance and Dr. Reid were in trouble last night, and we have now taken over."

Hannibal was almost taken aback when he heard the news, and then he continued to ask with concern, "Can you tell me what's the trouble?"

"A guy gave us a severed arm." Beverly walked in through the door, "It's on the car of the two of you."

Hannibal's pupils shrank suddenly, blinked quickly and then there was worry in his eyes, "God, this is really surprising!"

"It's really surprising." Gordon didn't turn his head, "Is it that person?"

Lance raised his head, "Probably not, if it was him, he would have said it was a gift for me, and the text he sent didn't mean to show off."

Jack also caught up with the conversation, "Have you got a doubter?"

"That's right." Lance smacked his mouth, "But this is only related to me personally, and I'm not sure if it has something to do with me."

"This is the reason for your poor spirits, are you worried or guilty?" Beverly looked towards the door, "Hey, Will hasn't arrived today?"

Lance adjusted his head, turning himself face down, while Rhett ran to fill their cups with their coffee.

By the way, the little doctor was very attentive all the way this morning...

Hannibal turned his head slightly and smiled at Beverly, "Sorry, I haven't contacted Will, I thought he had arrived."

"Noah." Gordon said suddenly.

Lance rubbed his eyebrows and straightened up, looked at Gordon, and then fixed his eyes on the whiteboard behind Gordon.

"If it's possible, can you show us the specific forensic report?" Lance frowned. "And we didn't look at the arm carefully for the scene last night."

Gordon turned around, "You and Rhett go and have a look."

Of course, the people who led the way were Beverly, Rhett, Lance who were present at the time, and Hannibal who suddenly said that he was interested went to the icehouse.

The arm was placed on an operating table, covered with a white cloth.

A few people put on white coats and took a closer look.

The incision is really neat, which shows that the knife is very sharp and the person holding the knife is also very strong. There is still some sludge on the arm that has obviously not been cleaned.

Beverly raised her eyebrows slightly, "I know you will come to see it, and you should be more inclined to this than what I wrote on the report." She paused, "Of course, I also took a sample for testing, and there is no omission."

"So." Lance walked to the side, "From your professional point of view, is the owner of this arm still alive?"

Beverly froze for a moment, and then looked at Lance with a meaningful look, but she didn't directly answer Lance's words, "A girl who loves beauty, likes to do nails, and her hands are well maintained, but There are still some traces that this girl was not like this before, she did heavy farm work."

Listening to her words, Rhett bent down and looked carefully at the hand on the operating table. As Beverly said, it was a girl's hand, and the slender fingers were carefully painted with nail polish.

Hannibal also looked slightly short, "Perfect."

"What's wrong?" Beverly put away the smug expression she just showed.

"The nails are not damaged, and neither is the nail polish. You have cleaned the gaps between the nails..." Rhett paused, "Probably not."

Lance narrowed his eyes, "Generally speaking, if your hand is cut off, the hand will definitely struggle, even if the arm can't move the fingers, it will subconsciously bend that kind of force that bursts out in despair and fear. It's not a joke. Yes, but according to the verticality of this incision, it seems impossible to cut empty, and there will be deviations." Lance raised one of his arms, and made a chopping motion with the other hand, "So we still have to Consider another possibility."

Reed continued, "After the victim's arm was cut off, the nails were trimmed and painted with nail polish, which shows that the suspect is a perfectionist. In his eyes, this arm should be a very beautiful work of art. But his sloppy packaging instructions were not, so we wondered if the victim was killed first, so quickly that she didn't even have time to react."

"There is also a possibility that the victim just fell into a coma, and she lost consciousness and was isolated from the outside world." Lance frowned, "So can you be sure whether the person was alive or dead when the arm was cut off? "

Beverly was silent for a while before pursing her lips and picked up the report hanging on the side, "I have a backup here, and according to the color of the blood, it seems that the person should be alive at that time, but when we got the arm, it was already over 24 Hours."

"If the other party is a good doctor?" Hannibal touched his nose with his slender fingers, and then he seemed to realize that this action was not elegant, so he put it down quickly, "If it's a doctor, it's no problem to stop the bleeding , and even said that if he is still working, he should be able to get a proper amount of blood packs."

"..."

"Mr. Lecter familiar?" Reid looked up at Lance's pale face.

"En." Hannibal was still good-tempered, "I was a surgeon for a while."

When he spoke, his tone slowly softened, as if he was nostalgic and also had some sadness.

Rhett: "Then why do you become a psychiatrist?"

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It was hot in the afternoon before yesterday, and I turned on the water and air conditioner at home, only to hear "crackling, rumbling"

...Silently turn off the switch, took a small screwdriver

I dismantled the air conditioner, observed it and found that the fan of the internal unit was broken into slag, and silently took out the slag...

Putting the parts back together...

I think I'm very talented.

At night, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and then heard the sound of shoveling in the backyard.

……

Scared to pee _(:3∠)_ It’s more than one o’clock, shoveling the soil...Hungry Ghost Festival...shaking, then crawling back to the bed and opening the button, and found that the author girls in the author group are actually spelling essays... spelling! ! ! !I was moved and cried!Then a girl asked me if I wanted to go out to see the moon, saying that the moon is super round today...

I thought about it for a while and heard the very clear and rhythmic sound of shoveling soil just now... um... I'd better sleep.

I'll go downstairs and run around for a while, come back later