[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Mommy, Mommy, I want candy." The blond-haired little girl tugged at the hem of her mother's skirt, her blue pupils were full of longing.

The beautiful lady bent down and rubbed her daughter's hair, "Sweetheart, we have to go home, Dad has already prepared presents at home."

The little girl continued to scratch the lady's skirt, "Mummy, my good Mummy, just for a while! The candy store is just across the street."

The pretty lady raised her head and looked out of the car window. Sure enough, there was a candy store. She looked back at her daughter with expectant eyes, and finally nodded.

"Honey, do you want to be with Mommy?" The pretty lady loosened her seat belt.

"Okay Mommy." The little girl smiled sweetly.

The mother and daughter had just crossed the road holding hands.

"Pong!" There was a loud noise.

The little girl immediately turned around to look.

Ms. "omg" immediately covered her daughter's eyes.

There was a big black plastic bag on top of their private car, which may be caused by a fall from a high altitude. The plastic bag has been broken, and the weight has already shattered the front windshield of the private car. What is creepy is , the dark red liquid flowing out of the broken plastic bag, and the faintly visible human arm.

"Mommy, what's wrong with Mommy?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay my sweetheart." The lady stroked her daughter's soft hair, although her voice was trembling, she tried her best to comfort her.

There was a lot of movement here, and after a while someone reacted and called the police.

The beautiful lady was in a mess. This kind of thing shouldn't have happened. If they didn't get out of the car just now, and they were still parked there, wouldn't the daughter and her both be hurt?

"Dididi." The phone rang, and the lady took a look with a sigh of relief. It was her husband's phone number.

"Honey, omg, fortunately with you, I..."

"Have you received the gift?" A low and hoarse male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"..." The lady was stunned immediately, "You, who are you? Where's Joe?"

"Hehehe, I know you and our lovely little angel are looking forward to the gift I brought you, have you just received it?"

"What the hell are you talking about... who are you? Where's Joe?"

"Oh dear, how can you ask your husband the name of another man."

"I ask you, where is my husband Joe?" The lady grabbed her daughter's hand, as if her body was immersed in an ice cellar.

"He's not your husband, I am." The man over there seemed to be irritated, his tone became a lot more hasty, but he quickly slowed down, "I don't like you always talking about that man, I also I don't like our little angel calling 'Daddy' to that man, but you guys like him so much, I had to make him a gift for you."

"..."

Do not! ! !

Across the street, a dark red liquid had stained the roof of the car.

Quantico's morning was obviously extremely busy, with lots of people coming and going. Lance performed very well in the first field trip, and Hu Qi didn't want to let him go anymore, so he officially stationed in bau up.

Another thing is that after Lance came back, he immediately found a house and moved out. Although the price was very expensive, the advantage was that he didn't have to see the landlady anymore.

The morning of bau is a bit energetic, because this is the only time of the day when you can relax without receiving a case.

"Lance." Al greeted with a smile.

"Morning~" Lance raised his paw.

"You are so early."

"En." Lance grinned, "It's actually because I moved after I came back yesterday, and I went out a little earlier today to see how long it will take for my new home to get here."

"Huh?" Al couldn't react, "Moved?"

"That's right, I've looked at a few houses with this thought before, and I decided on the plane yesterday, and then I went to hand over to the seller after I came back." Lance waved his hand, "Speaking of which, they haven't arrived yet. ? If you have 5 minutes left, you will be late."

"No no no~" Morgan walked in with a bright smile and shook his finger at Lance, "We are very punctual."

"I can see it." Lance laughed, "Sure enough, seeing a smile in the morning will make you feel good."

Sure enough, it was very punctual. In the last few minutes, members of the bau team appeared one after another.

While flipping through today's newspaper, Lance was thinking about what new episodes would be released this year, and then he saw * walking into Hu Qi's office.

It didn't take long* to come out again, her pretty face was full of helplessness and apology, "Guys, there is a job."

"Oh~"

"um~" Lance flipped through the file folder *just handed over, "I seem to have seen this news."

"Huh? It seems that the news spread fast enough." * Blinked his eyes, "This is a case that happened on the streets of Birmingham New Town yesterday afternoon. The victim, George Smith, was packed in a plastic bag and thrown from a tall building. It hit the car of her wife Kate, who luckily was across the street from her daughter Belle at the time."

"How was the victim, I mean before he was thrown downstairs," Morgan asked.

"Well, it's alive."* nodded.

"Looks like we're going to Birmingham, see you on the plane in 20 minutes."

Fortunately, after the last time, I told him some precautions for going out, including being ready to go out at any time, so you have to prepare your own personal clothes and so on.

Lance boarded the plane with a small bag.

Gordon was looking at the photos of the scene, and Reid was sitting next to him. When he saw Lance come in, he just glanced at it, and then turned his attention back to the documents in his hand.

"Lance." Gordon looked up.

"What?" Lance put his luggage away, and turned his head when he heard Gordon calling.

"Nothing, just to make sure, you are disgusted to see the dead body?"

Lance was stunned for a moment, then realized, and sat opposite Gordon, "It's not disgusting to be precise."

Rhett frowned, but just pursed his lips and did not speak.

"It's very disgusting. No one likes to see a dead body." Lance took out his mobile phone and turned it in his hand. In this day and age, mobile phones have very few functions, basically nothing but making calls and sending text messages. usefulness.

"Well, you're right." Gordon nodded, but he didn't mean to let Lance go, "But your current job is that you may see corpses anytime, anywhere."

Lance blinked.

"I think, if sometimes you need someone to talk to." Gordon shrugged.

Lance's eyes flashed, and one of the essential activities in the life of people in country A is to find a psychiatrist when they have psychological difficulties. Basically, everyone has their own psychiatrist, and Lance always feels awkward, even though he said 20 Years have passed, and he doesn't remember much about film and television works, but he can remember cm, and he can also remember Hannibal!

So he doesn't have a psychiatrist, and I really feel a little sad when I say it.

"Don't worry about me leaking the secret." Gordon shrugged again.

At this time, everyone got on the plane one after another. Although Lance knew that the members of the bau would not profile each other out of principle, but he was surrounded by the smartest people in the United States. He still knows something from his own actions, and he might as well speak out about some of his situations.

"Okay." Lance agreed, squinting his eyes and continued, "Actually, I have persecution paranoia."

"Your psychiatrist told you?" Rhett frowned, "But you have no symptoms, and delusional persecution usually manifests as a patient..."

"Red." Morgan said.

Reid blinked, lowered his head and flipped through his little book.

"I don't have a psychiatrist." Lance spread his hands, "Actually, this problem has troubled me for a long time. The door at home must be locked at least three times, and all doors and windows must be locked at night. There are things that allow me to defend myself everywhere, and I always carry guns and mobile phones with me when I go out, so that I can fight back in the first place."

"Well, it's just a strong sense of defense." Hu Qi said, "This is a relatively early phenomenon. It's best to find a psychiatrist."

"En." Lance nodded, "I did the same thing when I was in the orphanage. Now it's just that the tools for defense have kept pace with the times, and nothing else has changed. As for the psychiatrist..."

"What happened to the psychiatrist?"

"Do you know what my first reaction was when I saw a psychiatrist's brain?" Lance grinned, as if thinking of something funny, "I would wonder if he has a bloody habit, and then I couldn't help myself to him Draw your gun."

"Too bad." *frowns, "I mean..."

"It's a big deal." Lance narrowed his eyes, "In the cultural protection department, no one will conduct regular psychological evaluations for us staff, and it doesn't matter if they do, because we don't have to go out to work, but I think that in the bau Seems pretty important."

"You're right." Hu Qi picked up the folder again, "After this case is over."

Lance stuck out his tongue secretly, then smiled at Gordon.

The topic was revealed, and everyone turned their attention back to the case.

Lance flipped through the materials and looked at them. In fact, there were not many on-site materials that could be passed on, just a little overview and some photos at that time.

"My husband, George Smith, was away on a business trip this week. Before he came back, he sent a message to his wife Kate saying that he would come back this weekend to celebrate his daughter's birthday." *Frowning, "According to the investigation of the local police in Birmingham, it is said that the family is very decent, Almost no external feuds."

"A difficult case." Morgan raised his eyebrows.

"So we need bau's support."

"What is this place?" Lance pointed to a photo, which was obviously the interior of a well-decorated family. "Is it the home of the Smiths?"

"It should be." Gordon nodded. "This case is quite special. For the sake of comprehensiveness, the local police also checked Smith's home. What did you see?"

"A lot of stuff that kids like," Lance replied. "I think Mr. and Mrs. Smith love their daughter."

"En." Gordon nodded.

It was already night when the plane arrived in Birmingham, and the group of people stayed in the hotel to rest and planned to go to the local police station early the next morning.

Who knew that he was called up in the middle of the night, and it was Rhett who came. He seemed a little cautious. If Lance hadn't fallen asleep, he wouldn't have heard such a light knock on the door. Lance habitually moved the gun Hold and hide behind, then open the door.What I saw was a somewhat uncomfortable Rhett standing at the door, very uneasy.

"..." Lance instantly relaxed his body and took out the gun.

Rhett froze for a moment.

"Don't worry, I'm just used to it." Lance smiled and turned sideways to let people into the room.

Rhett blinked, didn't move, and then explained, "Well, your phone was turned off when I called you just now."

"I'm used to turning off my phone when I sleep." Lance turned and put away the gun, "What's wrong?"

"We have a new victim," Rhett said. "Gordon asked me to inform you to go to the police station together."

"Wait for me for 2 minutes." Lance nodded, "I'll change my clothes."