[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

If you don't answer Ms. Gao Han's call, she will call until she answers.

Alas——Xia gestured, and went to the corridor to answer the phone, "I'm here, tell me."

"You're not in New York?"

Xi Ya frowned slightly, it was not the first time that Gao Han knew her whereabouts, he should get used to it.

"I'm in Seattle, what's up?"

"I'll call you if it's okay?"

Gao Han snorted, "Have you received the item?"

"Murder on the Orient Express, I did receive it."

Originally, Xi Ya wanted to give Reid a birthday gift that wasn't a book. She didn't expect to receive a courier from Gao Han on the last day of the Fox Hotel. After discovering what it was, she borrowed flowers and presented it to Buddha.

"Since you have accepted the deposit, five days later London, England, Duke William's Berkeley Manor, I will not accept rejection."

Gao Han habitually ordered.

"..." Xi Ya took a deep breath, and still couldn't help but said, "From the moment you planned to send the book to the hotel, you...haven't considered the possibility that I don't have time and can't go there?"

"can you?"

Asking a question, Gao Han hung up without hesitation.

There was a "beep beep" in the ear, and the irritability in the bottom of my heart was getting more and more, and the strands were clumped together, cut constantly, and I couldn't figure it out.

Shia leaned against the wall weakly, for some reason, she wanted to hear Lin Se's voice at this very moment.

She tried to dial and tried to speak in a normal tone: "Daddy?"

Linse, who was writing the report, moved her ears and heard a slight difference.

He put down the pen, sat up straight, his eyes darkened slightly, "I'm here."

"I want to hear your voice."

The arrogant Xia acted like a baby...Linse understood.

Gao Han just called him to confirm that Xi Ya was not in New York. Although he didn't say what was going on, it was probably the same as before, and he asked her to go and do something without warning—in a way that made her feel uncomfortable when she heard it. tone of voice.

For ten years, Lindsay has been searching for a way for mother and daughter to live in peace.

Unfortunately, neither Gao Han nor Xi Ya could take that step.

"Xia, she is your mother after all."

"...Yes." In any case, it was the mother in name, 18 years.

Shia lowered her eyes, pointing her toes little by little, making semicircles one after another on the carpet, "Daddy, do you still remember what I told you before?"

"Ah, remember."

"I……"

Her throat was stuffy, her chest was stuffy, and her eyes were sore. Shea bit her lips hard, "I am an adult at 18 years old, so if something like this happens again, don't worry about me anymore, get a divorce. .”

Lin Se was dumbfounded. He never thought that Xi Ya, who didn't say a word, would secretly mind for ten years, "Xia..."

"Daddy!" Xi Ya hurriedly interrupted him, "There is still something to do here."

After talking to Linse a few words, her mood improved a lot. She slowed down her tone, "Let's have a good talk after I settle the matter here, shall we?"

Lin Se looked at the photo frame on the desk, and the little Xia smiled happily at the camera with her golden retriever in her arms, her cold eyes filled with unknown pampering and tenderness.

"Okay." Whatever you say is fine.

After ten years, it's time to solve it.

Xia clenched her fists, took a deep breath, adjusted her mentality, and pushed open the door.

Garcia, who was watching the movement at the door of the room, stepped forward first, and took Xia's arm affectionately, "Come on, we are almost done, come and hear the result."

JJ looked Shia around and found nothing wrong.

Al pulled Shia over, pressed her to the position next to Rhett, and teased: "OK, the heroine is back, let's continue."

Let's continue the case...

Xi Ya rubbed the center of her brows, "The owner of that human head, what information?"

Garcia felt that there was something wrong with Shia. After answering the phone, she looked very tired, not on the surface, but in her mentality.

"Kenny Dickens, 20 years old, 14 years old, father robbed and died in prison. His mother escaped in the same year. He was 15 years old and entered the juvenile detention center for theft. After he came out, he continued to steal. Nothing serious."

Gao Han’s phone call and what Linse talked about reminded Xia of the scene she saw through the open door when she was eight years old: the tall man with the back pushed the woman in the bright red dress against the wall. Half faded, jade arms entangled, lips and tongue intersected, unsightly.

She didn't peek at that scene, she wouldn't run out alone, let alone be kidnapped.

The temples twitched, the veins on the forehead bulged, and the back teeth were clenched tightly.

Xia suddenly stood up, "I'll go find the place where he was shot and see if there are any clues. Let's discuss it."

Everyone could see Xia's absent-mindedness and irritability: there was a problem with that phone call.

It's not easy to ask more personal questions, JJ poked Rhett, "Hurry up!"

"I?"

Rhett thought that they were not familiar with them, so what did they say?

Thinking about the way Xia was mentally exhausted and unable to concentrate just now, he shut up again, put down the "Murder on the Orient Express" that he had been holding in his hand, and chased him out.

At the entrance of the hotel, Reid catches up with Xi Ya, who has something to worry about.

Shia glanced at him, didn't ask how he came, and walked her way in silence.

Rhett didn't speak, and followed quietly.

First go to the place where the package was robbed, which is right in front of the post office.

Shea showed her ID and asked several post office employees if anyone had any impression of yesterday's bag snatching incident. Unfortunately, there were people who did, but no one paid attention to where the man went.

Failed.

Not surprising.

Just one meter away from the door, a girl came out and stopped the two of them, "Hey, are you the FBI who took the gun yesterday? I'm so impressed!"

Rhett: Exome

The girl didn't pay attention to Reid's expression, and said excitedly: "Yesterday I finished posting things at the post office and followed you out. I didn't expect to see such a tense scene. First, your bag was robbed, and then you and another The female policeman showed her identity and pistol/gun, I guess that person regretted it to death, and grabbed the bag and snatched it from the FBI hahahaha."

The girl covered her belly with laughter and couldn't straighten her waist.

Xi Ya didn't get her smile at all, it could only be blamed on this person's natural low laugh.

"Then did you see which direction the man went after putting down the bag?"

At that time, Shia was pointed at with a gun by the Interpol named Emily Plantis, and she put down her bag. She didn't plan to pursue it any further, so naturally she didn't observe where the man went after putting down the bag.

If no witnesses can be found, maybe Garcia has to check on the stabbed Interpol who just finished his mission.

"I saw it."

The girl nodded and pointed in the direction, "That man's face about to cry is very funny. I took a few more glances, and I just saw him going there. My house is also in that direction, so I won't remember it wrong. "

She spoke very carefully, explaining clearly why she paid attention to the movements of a bag snatcher and why she remembered where he went without asking too much.

"Thank you."

Shia nodded with a paralyzed face, turned around and left.

Reid followed, thinking about the scene at that time, couldn't hold back his smile: "You were robbed of your bag?"

Shia was even more paralyzed.

Rhett asked again: "After you were robbed of your bag, did you take out your gun?"

Xi Ya: "..." The other party didn't want to talk to you, and threw an aunt's towel at you jpg.

"you……"

Rhett still wanted to speak, but was frightened by the ferocity of "You are so annoying, believe it or not, I put a towel on your face" on Shea's face.

After walking about 50 meters, Shia looked back with a feeling.

The girl watched them from the same spot, and waved her hand excitedly when she saw Shea turned around.

Rhett asked in a low voice, "Is there a problem?"

Shea turned around and continued walking, "Maybe." She came to the post office to deliver packages for two consecutive days, and just followed her out, just in time to see the situation at that time, just in time to see which direction Dickens was going, just in time for them to appear when they needed information... …too much of a coincidence.

Rhett was not there, not sure what was going on, but Shea was.

I don't know if it's because of Gao Han's phone call, or because I can't live a long-lost two-person world with Lin Se sweetly, Xi Ya's heart is very irritable, as if her aunt is coming in the 38-degree summer.

Go in the direction the girl pointed, walk another 100 meters, and turn two intersections, Shia finds the place where Dickens was shot.

The last scene in Dickens's memory: a dead-end alley with no way forward, a few patches of red spray paint on the dilapidated walls, two green trash cans standing at the entrance of the alley, and he stood in the middle of the alley, bending over to pick up a trash can on the ground Sheet of hundred yuan banknotes.

Dickens is unconscious, not even aware of his own death.

The last thought in his mind was: Ma Dan actually got the bag from the FBI on his back and was pointed at by a gun. Fortunately, he returned it and ran away quickly without being caught!Ah, good luck, I picked up $100 for nothing, it's like a pie in the sky!

There are never pies in the sky, and some are just traps.

Shea was standing at the place where Dickens died. The place was easy to find. The dark red blood was still on the concrete floor and hadn't been wiped off.

She looked around, observing the terrain.

The alley is a low-lying place. If you want to shoot right between the eyebrows, you must be on the same level, or shoot at Dickens who picked up the banknotes and raised his head at a higher place.

This is not a bustling street, surrounded by old low-slung residential buildings, inhabited by migrant workers with no money.Most of the houses facing north and south here are inhabited. The houses are very dilapidated and the sound insulation effect is not good.

In such a place, if there is a shooting or homicide case, there must be a lot of movement.

Shia planned to go nearby later to ask if he heard any movement.

Someone must have seen something, a stranger, or a rectangular box carrying a rifle case or something...

"すみません."

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I am pissed off, it is clearly set up, but there is a problem with the time, which caused me to update without a little red flower! ! ! ! !Ahhh, I'm so angry, I'm so angry, how can I fix my obsessive-compulsive disorder!

My full attendance is gone, my little red flower is gone QAQ

The last sentence in Japanese, meaning sorry, is almost what you would say when asking for directions or something.Because there are men and women in Japanese, I don’t care about it, and I’m sorry.

Yes, Seimei is out