[comprehensive] superior skills

After exchanging mobile numbers and email addresses with the computer queen and Dr Genius, Meghan drove back to her cozy home in Middleburg in her little red Polo.

"Oh dear Meghan, I can't believe such a horrible thing happened around us! You're lucky!"

The warm-hearted Mrs. Baker ran out as soon as she heard the sound of the car, "Look at the little Coco, how restless he is when he leaves his master's arms!"

"Come on baby, come to Mommy's arms!"

Megan took the puppy that was rushing over, and showed her a very bright smile, "Maybe I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

"No, don't say that!"

The plastic curling iron on Mrs. Baker's head bounced back and forth with her movements, "Cocoa is the most well-behaved pet I have ever seen, just as perfect as its owner!"

"Oh, I wish I was as good as you say!"

Megan took out a bouquet of dewy pink peonies from the carriage, "Although their flowering period is only twelve days, it is enough for us to remember this unique beauty."

"This is for me?!"

Mrs. Baker happily buried her face in the tender petals, "I was still worrying about what to do with the vase in the bedroom, but you helped me solve a big problem!"

After Megan listened to the full-time housewife's endless complaints with a nearly numb smile, the poker friend's phone finally jumped out to rescue her.

"Honestly, I'd rather face Hodge's never-changing poker face than this."

Megan let out a long breath, threw off her high heels and walked into the bathroom.

In the living room, some items that were originally neatly arranged were scattered in a mess, which were the traces left by the strange visitors and the not-so-gentle Mr. Police.

After Ke Ke lowered her head and sniffed around, she got into the nest bed where she felt most secure.

It has been treated with tenderness and kindness since its birth, and this is the first time it has encountered such a terrifying and obviously malicious human being.

And that terrifying blasting sound will definitely restrain it from exploring the new world in a short period of time.

But this is also a good thing, it is time to let it know that the outside world is never as safe and reliable as it thinks.

After Megan washed off the unclean smell and came out, she soon found the pet curled up sleeping in the den.

She didn't bother it, just picked up the ornaments on the ground as gently as possible, and let them go to their places.

After that, she was not in a hurry to make dinner, but followed the spiral wooden staircase into the attic hidden in the mushroom top, which was a secret garden belonging to one person.

Lying on the soft and comfortable big bed, Megan looked at the group photos hanging on the branches that had appeared in the deepest part of her memory, and closed her eyes sleepily.

The sensational Rose Killer was finally brought to justice, and the news media came from various cities overnight, hoping to get the most eye-catching first-hand information.

As the team's external liaison officer, Zhenzhen was so busy that she hardly even had time to go home. She was stationed in the office with other detectives who were interrogating the prisoners, sorting out valid evidence materials by the way.

In the detention cell, Dean, who had never closed his eyes after 24 hours of continuous interrogation, finally got the first free breakfast provided by the government during the break.

"Hey, why no pie?"

Dean held up the beef burger in his hand and shouted, "Who would eat such a greasy food in the morning?"

The policeman who delivered the meal looked at him coldly and said, "Come on, boy, don't forget your identity!"

"Don't prisoners have human rights?" Dean shouted through the iron net.

The police who were gradually walking away didn't even bother to look back this time, and directly locked the heavy iron door at the entrance and exit.

"When you're in a federal prison, you won't be in the mood to think about it anymore," said the inmate next door.

"Which dude are you?"

Dean turned his head angrily and replied, "Sam? Where are you? Answer me!"

"Dean, I'm on your left." Sam didn't sound very well.

As a college student who almost got into law school, he is well aware of how unfavorable the current charges are to the brothers.

If the charges cannot be cleared as soon as possible, I am afraid that he and Dean will eat free government meals for the rest of their lives.

At that time, the difficulty of surviving in such a violent and sinful environment will never be less than that of facing evil spirits and ghosts.

Because at least when facing the latter, they can still use the weapons in their hands to protect themselves, instead of being controlled by others like they are now.

Unaware of his younger brother's thoughts, Dean, who had always maintained an optimistic attitude, leaned against the wall and stretched an arm through the gap, "Hey, Sammy, I've got you! Don't worry, we don't have anything. Did it, those damn cops won't find evidence."

The brother's confident words gave Sam a little comfort, and he followed him, trying to touch the other person through the same movement.

At this touching moment, another pot of cold water was poured over, "It's really brotherly love. Unfortunately, the last thing federal agents need when handling a case is evidence. They only believe their own eyes."

Being interrupted again, Dean kicked the wall in turn, "Damn it, what are you dissatisfied with us?!"

"Don't get me wrong, I have no ill intentions towards you two."

A big hand stretched out from the cell next door, "As fellow sufferers who were also framed and arrested, I just want to advise you to recognize the reality and not be too idealistic."

Sam on the other end asked loudly, "Who are you?"

There is no simple person among the prisoners who can be held here. He doesn't believe that there are other innocent people besides his own brother.

"Lincoln Barrows, a murderer who did nothing," replied the man next door.

Dean took a bite of the hamburger as if venting, and said vaguely: "I said that those policemen are self-righteous idiots! They still want to trick me into pleading guilty and mitigating punishment. Do you really think I'm an ignorant little baby?"

Sam didn't want to communicate too much with strangers, so he asked his brother, "Dean, how does the burger taste?"

"Not very good, the meat is a bit old, and there is no cola to go with it."

Dean took another bite as he spoke, "When I go out, I must go to the best shop and eat the most delicious pie to make up for today's loss."

Of course, I have to settle accounts with that bad woman named Megan!He swore secretly in his heart.

Taking a sip of the milkshake absent-mindedly, Sammy took the burger to his mouth, but suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Dean?"

He slid softly against the wall and said weakly, "I think the milkshake has gone bad."

"What?" Dean tasted it hastily, "The taste is not bad, at least it is much more delicious than beef!"

"do not……"

Realizing that someone might have been poisoned, Sam, who had no time to warn, only gasped and let out a soft cry before falling over.

"Sammy!"

Sensing that something was wrong with the younger brother who was separated by a wall, Dean hurriedly dropped the food in his hand and ran over, but fell down the moment he lifted his foot.

Before he completely lost consciousness, the woman's hateful smiling face appeared again in his mind, "Damn witch..."

"Sam? Dean?"

The neighbor next door who didn't get the slightest response was frightened by the sudden turn of events, and desperately slapped the iron fence and shouted: "Police officer! Someone needs help here!"

Outside the door of the emergency room, several people from Hodge who heard the news were discussing the prisoner's condition with the attending doctor.

"The signs of the two patients are very strange. They are different from the traditional vegetative state and have no response to external stimuli."

The white-haired male doctor said perplexedly: "In my medical experience, I have never met a patient like them who has been in a deep sleep with all the tests normal."

"Like Sleeping Beauty?" Rhett said suddenly.

"Yes."

The man smiled cooperatively, "I think they need a prince more than a good doctor."

After sending away the attending doctor who was powerless to change the status quo, Gideon looked at the Wen brothers lying unconscious on the hospital bed, "I think he is right, we really need a virologist or toxicologist more. "

Hodge said seriously, "You mean someone poisoned the suspect?"

"Isn't that an obvious question?"

Gideon took a few steps on the spot, "The food for the prisoners is provided uniformly. It is definitely not a trivial matter to be able to locate two of them so accurately."

Anyone who has access to the case files and does not want the Wen brothers to reveal some truth may be the perpetrator of this act.

"There are people who don't want them to go to court alive."

Morgan thought of the very defensive congressman, "Because that would involve too many shady secrets."

When a scandal breaks out of a glorious image or a weak person who is sympathetic and cared for, the people who have been deceived will definitely explode with unimaginable reversal power.

This storm of public opinion can easily destroy a person's career, or a company with unlimited potential.

"There are conspirators within us."

Hodge came to a sad conclusion, and then made temporary adjustments according to the current situation, "Zhenzhen, try to keep the news secret, at least don't reveal anything about the murderer from your mouth; Reid is in charge of contacting the laboratory, and in the shortest possible time Toxic testing of food scraps; Morgan and Al to investigate the latest Reese research topic and any drugs that could be causing the symptoms."

"Gideon and I stayed at the headquarters to try to find suspicious persons, and contact us by phone if we have any news."

Under internal and external troubles, everyone realized the urgency of the matter, and quickly and effectively completed their tasks in accordance with the instructions of their superiors.

Watching the young detective leave, Gideon refocused his attention on the medical staff walking around, and said thoughtfully: "In such a crowded public place, the possibility of accidents is too great. .”

Aged wires, misoperation of equipment, and even the negligence of a water delivery worker can completely stop the two suspects from breathing, as long as those behind them feel that all this is not safe enough.

"I would remind the guarding officers to be on duty with at least one person on alert."

Hodge said in a low voice: "The most difficult thing at the moment is that we don't have the right to privately complete the profiling and investigation of internal personnel. I have to ask my superiors for instructions."

Especially the current chief, Strauss, has always maintained a skeptical attitude towards his leadership in the group, and it is difficult to get her approval under normal circumstances.

"I'll deliver the report to her."

Gideon pretended to be relaxed and said: "When we can't get the approval of others, the only thing we can do is to insist on doing what is right in our hearts."

Hearing these heartwarming words, Hodge nodded gently, "For loyalty, bravery and integrity."

In the middle of the night, the young police officer who had been sitting stiffly all day couldn't bear the stiffness of his lower limbs, so he stood up and did stretching exercises in the quiet corridor.

He is very clear about his responsibility to guard the two vicious serial killers and keep them within sight for more than 1 minute.

That's what a no-nonsense FBI agent told him before he left, even though the two jerks in the room had turned into snooze babies by then.

"Hey guy!"

The potbellied partner came back with a bag full of food, "You have no idea what a wonderful game we missed!"

As an old man who is about to retire, he rarely needs to take on such labor-intensive tasks, so it is not a bad thing to have a drink in the tavern while buying supper.

The young police officer frowned when he smelled him, "Have you been drinking?"

The biggest advantage of a rookie is that even if he is not experienced enough, he will not be so slick and treat the rigid police code as nothing.

"Don't be so serious, kid, when you get to my age, you'll understand how stupid you were."

The fat policeman lowered his head and took out food, "Fried chicken, pizza, and hot dogs, what do you want?"

"It's enough for me to eat pizza," said the young man.

He has a good lifestyle and rarely eats at night.

The fat policeman was munching on the fried chicken, and the golden meat loomed in his mouth, "You eat too little, how can you get muscle if you don't have enough fat?"

He smiled ambiguously, "You know women always like stronger men, that will give them a sense of conquest! I met a beauty just now, she is really a stunner!"

The young man ate his pizza in silence, while enduring the noise from his companions.

The fat policeman talked more and more vigorously, as if he had been immersed in a wonderful fantasy, "Oh, if it weren't for the duty, I can guarantee that we will have a very wonderful night!"

"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom!"

The police officer, who was finally away from the source of pollution, hurried into the men's only place, and afterwards, while cleaning his hands, he looked at the resolute face in the mirror and complained: "I hope you won't look like that ghost in 30 years."

He still wanted to say something to cheer himself up, such as the oath of ideals and justice, but suddenly he heard the shrill siren sounding from the whole building.

"What's the situation?" He hurriedly grabbed the nurse who was running by and asked.

The nurse ran away with only one sentence, "It's a fire alarm! The exact situation is unclear!"

She was anxious to cooperate with the doctors to deal with the patients in the intensive care unit. If the disaster was serious, they would be the ones who would be affected the most.

"Damn!"

The young policeman ran back immediately, but bumped into a panicked companion on the way.

"Why are you here?" he asked in disbelief.

The old policeman was more righteous than him, "Do you still want me to sit there like a normal person and wait for the fire to start?"

The angry little police officer pushed him away and ran towards the ward where the mission was performed.

"A fool who only knows how to use his emotions!"

The old police officer muttered and cursed, and then dialed a number, "Headquarters? I have an accident here and need support."

After he finished the call and made it clear that the floor he was currently on would not be in danger, he dawdled and walked back.

Seeing the little follower standing at the door of the ward from a distance, the old police officer looked like you should have been taught with humility, "How about it, I said it's okay."

Unexpectedly, before the smile on his face faded, the little police officer, who never forgot to restrain himself, turned his head and said coldly: "Don't even think about retiring safely. From today onwards, we won't have any Have a good time."

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

The fat old man shouted angrily, "Don't forget you're just a rookie!"

"Yes, you really don't need to be responsible for rookies."

The little police officer grabbed his fat body that was limp like melted butter, and pressed hard against the window of the ward, "I sincerely hope that you can have enough excuses to convince those who hold the power of life and death."

Clinging to the glass was the greasy, deformed face of the old policeman.

When he saw the two empty hospital beds in the room, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body became extremely cold, and he could no longer tremble with his pulse.

The author has something to say:

FBI Creed.

Song Ci: Wen's family took the blame and ran away.

In addition, the brother in the cell next door is one of the members of the escape team. =, =

Want to stay a song with plum blossoms, okay~~