[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Wilson swallowed, "I've been caught gentlemen."

"So everything about you will be dug out by us!" Hu Qi gritted his teeth, his expression a little fierce, "Now you have to tell us where that ship is going!"

Wilson was also annoyed, and screamed, "This has nothing to do with this case! Even if you add other charges to me!"

"You're afraid." Gordon seemed much calmer, "It's just where to go."

"..." Wilson took a deep breath and stopped talking.

This is the first time that the bau team has obtained the trace information of its own team members in three months. It is bound to ask something from the mouth of this 'insider', but the involvement of this transnational trafficking case is really too big , Wilson's value is far greater than he himself imagined, so although the above also know that it is related to a missing FBI, it is impossible to provide them with endless time. At the latest, Wilson will be escorted away tomorrow morning for further investigation. being interrogated.

The time left for them is not long.

Rhett has drank five cups of coffee from noon to now, which makes him in a very good state of mind, and it can even be said that he is overexcited. His eyes are always staring at the single-sided glass to observe Wilson's every move. .

Others took turns to go into battle, repeating loudly the question of 'where is the ship going' with exhaustion.

Wilson only felt tired, mentally exhausted and physically exhausted tormenting him, which made his answers even more incoherent, so he wanted to cover his ears in an attempt to isolate the sound from the outside world, but he could only cover his head even if he turned his head sideways. With one ear closed, the annoying fly-like sound would still enter his ear.

Gordon patted Rhett on the shoulder, "Spencer."

Rhett didn't even move his eyeballs, "Coffee is addictive." His voice was hoarse, "This stuff can calm me down."

"Then you should eat milk candy." Gordon shook his head, "We will find him."

Rhett's throat moved, "I was thinking about what I should say after I saw him. Although it was a little far away, I stood here and looked at the man inside, and my mind was already thinking about the future."

"Everything will be better."

"..." Rhett didn't answer, and finally spoke after a few seconds of silence, "Yes, everything will be fine."

It seems to be speaking to myself.

"God, why don't you let me go!" Wilson was about to go crazy, "God knows you are abusing! Abuse!"

"If you have this word in your dictionary." Morgan slapped the table fiercely, "Where did that ship go?!"

"Oh! That's a private boat, who the hell knows where it will go!" Wilson replied loudly.

"Where did it go?!" Seeing that he had let go, Morgan continued his efforts.

Wilson: "..."

"Where did he go? Answer me!"

"Don't you understand English?" Wilson almost growled.

This kind of interrogation continued for a long time, but Wilson kept gritting his teeth, as if swallowing the answer into his stomach.

"Why is he so persistent?" * Puzzled, "It stands to reason that it's just a clue, and he can even get some leniency because of it, but he doesn't say anything."

"Either he really doesn't know, or the owner of that ship is too powerful, and he is very afraid of him, so afraid that even if he himself is doomed, he can't reveal a little information." Reid replied, he touched his head, Suddenly feel a little irritable.

"You should rest, Spencer." *disapproves, "Your spirits are bad."

"..." Reid wanted to refute, but his eyes fell on the coffee cup he was holding in his hand, but he couldn't utter the rebuttal. There was a sudden commotion in his chest, as if something was about to happen, "You're right ,*." He frowned, "There seems to be something wrong with me."

"Oh!"

"Maybe I should go to the hotel and sleep." Rhett said to himself.

Gordon looked up at him, "Have a policeman escort you to the door, Spencer."

Red turned and walked over to the nearest officer.

The next morning, while Lance was still in bed, the doorbell rang.

Lance opened his eyes and sat up, opened the drawer beside the bed and took out the pistol inside. The doorbell didn't stop. Lance lifted the quilt and walked to the door quickly and quietly without shoes on, and pressed the button. From the video surveillance at the door, John and Sherlock, who had just separated yesterday, were seen standing at the door one behind the other.

"You guys better have something important to do." Lance muttered, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him and put them on before opening the door.

John showed a friendly smile, "Good morning, Noah."

Lance raised his eyebrows, and raised his pistol in front of the two of them, "It's been a long time since anyone knocked on my door."

Sherlock seemed to let out a short cry in surprise, and then stepped over Lance's sideways body and entered the door. John saw that Lance's face did not change before he heaved a sigh of relief and followed Sherlock into the room.

"A cup of coffee and two candies." Sherlock sat down on the sofa unceremoniously.

When Lance turned around, he saw his leather shoes stepping on the white wool blanket. The lining was so eye-catching that he couldn't help squinting his eyes. Even if you express your dissatisfaction, he will not make any changes for you, especially if you already have a certain friendship.

"Are you dissatisfied?" Sherlock adjusted his sitting posture as if he was satisfied with the sofa, and even twitched the corners of his mouth at him.

"If it's my wool blanket in exchange for your smile, I've earned it." Lance sneered, stuffing the pistol into his pajamas pocket.

John had just stepped on the carpet with one foot, and he didn't know how to react when he heard Lance's words, so he turned his head and looked at him nonchalantly. Lance felt itchy when he looked at him, "I stepped on one foot!" up."

John blinked twice and smiled, then walked to the sofa on the other side and sat down, "It's two now."

Lance was helpless, "Okay, boys, the bickering game can be over, now can you give me a reason for me to take out a pistol to meet you early in the morning?" He put his hand on the door handle and tried to make sure the door was locked. After being locked up, he went into the house.

John looked at Sherlock in the next second, "Sherlock said there is something very important."

Lance smiled, "Good, John, do you drink black tea?"

John nodded, and Lance turned and went into the kitchen when he got the answer. First, he had to make a cup of black coffee and two sugars for Mr. Detective.

By the time he came out of the kitchen with coffee, Sherlock had already stood by the window, raised the thick curtains and looked outside, with a slightly focused look on his face.

Lance put the coffee cup on the table and walked into the kitchen again, this time bringing out the black tea.

"Thank you." John held up the glass.

"I accept." Lance shrugged. "Thanks to Sherlock, I feel that my safety is guaranteed."

Sherlock lowered the curtains, "Obviously."

"Now answer my question."

Sherlock sat back on the sofa, "You have a list of suspects."

"I thought Sherlock already had it." Lance picked up the glass, "I have to say that Holmes is extremely sharp in certain aspects."

"Obvious."

"Wait!" John put down his glass, looking a little confused, "Although I will get Sherlock's ridicule for asking me this way, what did you just say? A list of suspects?"

"Believe me, John, Sherlock won't laugh at you." Lance nodded and took a sip of tea, "Even if he laughs at you, you just need to punch him on the chin."

After a pause, Lance adjusted his sitting posture, "I thought you had already told the police about this clue."

"I've given enough hints." Sherlock shrugged.

Lance sighed, got up and walked to the safe, gently opened it, and took out the file bag he got last night, "Your brother is a generous gentleman."

"Tsk."

John rolled his eyes, looking at the file bag in disbelief, "Who is that?"

"Basic information about the deceased, I and Sherlock's methods of investigating the case are different, on the contrary, I can't even tell from the corpse what occupation the last person she came into contact with." Lance explained, "But Sherlock can. "

John pointed to the portfolio, "Where did you get it?"

"Another Sherlock Holmes, he is very concerned about the safety of his brother, so we had a very constructive conversation yesterday." Lance put the portfolio on the table and joked by the way, "As a Instead of directly punching his pretty face in Sherlock's exchange, this generous gentleman provided me with basic information on the victim."

"This……"

"I'm not very interested in the little girl's daily life, so I only read the most basic information." Langston paused, "As Sherlock said, I made a list of suspects. It's a bit sad that her stepmother also It's on this list." What is gratifying is that she did not kill the girl.

John moved his lips as if to say something, then turned his head, "So Sherlock, is that why we came here early in the morning?"

Sherlock raised his legs in a very lazy posture, "The coffee is good."

Lance understood, "It seems that he just came to try my coffee."

"Huh?" John's short snort answered Lance.

Lance felt like he was being laughed at.

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