"You have been asking over and over ten times!" Quinn was still wearing his skull T-shirt, sitting on the chair in the police interrogation room and roaring impatiently. "Don't I speak English? Or do you have problems with all of your ears?"
The middle-aged policeman on the opposite side of the metal table had a rather ugly face, but he held back his anger and pushed the simulated portrait on the table in front of him again: "Are you sure there are no errors?"
"Please! The time I spent looking at his face added up to no more than half an hour, and now it has been almost two days! The appearance of the yellow race looks the same, I have tried my best to remember, what else do you want?!" Quinn furiously thumped the tabletop.
Another young policeman sitting casually at the table with half of his ass leaned over, grabbed his collar and stared into his eyes and shouted: "Don't be so arrogant, boy, the contents of the notebook, but also Waiting for you to explain it... What are you going to do, you botched imitator? Are you planning to succeed as Daredevil II?"
There was a panic in Quinn's eyes, and his voice became much lower and weaker. He still insisted: "If you think it is a crime, then everyone in the United States has to go to jail-who doesn't want to move the national treasury into his pocket?"
The young policeman snorted and shoved him back into his seat.
Regarding the cross-examination of the Asian young man's words and deeds, every detail of his every move, the eleventh time came to this nasty black man, and Quinn felt that he was going crazy.
Outside the surveillance wall, two men in dark suits were talking while watching the interrogation in the room.
"The simulated portraits he gave were similar to those dictated by gas station employees and innkeepers. Another girl named Jessica was still in a coma due to drug overdose."
"It's another simulated portrait with a different face. We have several in the drawer, Rob? Every time a crime is committed, even if there are witnesses, the descriptions and portraits given are different. Can he change the facial features?"
Rob blinked his green slender eyes, and then deliberately lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I heard that the Chinese have an ancient martial arts that can change their appearance and even their gender at will. Even old men can change in a moment. Becoming a little girl, what's your name, oh,'Yongshu'..."
His companion glared at him with deep dark blue eyes: "Have you been brainwashed into an idiot by the weird Kung Fu movie? This kind of absurd legend is also believed! We have also learned makeup, no matter how we dress up, we can only It is barely feasible to use height, hairstyle, clothing, and temperament to fool an unfamiliar person in a place with insufficient light. How can it be like plastic surgery, even the basic shape and position of the facial features are changed?"
"Alright, Leo? Lawrence, I once again made sure that your head is insulated from your sense of humor." Rob snorted, apparently just making a joke just now to ease the dignified atmosphere. "Forget that your grandmother is also Chinese, how about it? What new discoveries have you made about this quarter of your compatriots?"
"He's a left-handed." Leo handed him a photo of a transparent evidence bag. There was a small piece of sketch paper in the bag, and black charcoal sketched vivid graffiti on the paper. "The evidence just found is suspected to be the handwriting of the'killing'. It has been handwritten and faxed to the BAU (Behavioral Investigation Support Section) to supplement the criminal psychology profile."
Rob took it and carefully observed the wolf on the paper that was ripped apart and hung upside down from a tree branch. He flicked his tongue and said, "It's a good drawing, it's quite skilled... He plans to add a new mark from this time. Is it? Then we have to thank the hapless Mr. Ye Mo, who has made a great contribution to us grasping more clues to arrest-I will explain the morgue later and sew his belly a little bit straight."
Leo was speechless for this completely unreliable new partner, and could not help but miss the retired old man Kenneth. Although he was always soft-hearted and regarded coffee as his life, he was always more silly and lively than this. The kid is much better.
"I feel like flying a kite when I was a kid." Rob returned the photo to Leo and shrugged regretfully. "The kite flies and flies in the sky. We chase and chase the ground, but we can't catch it."
"We will catch him! Just like those cunning scumbags before, everyone was brought to justice in the last." Leo sank his face, and the dark blue eyes under his black hair seemed like the deep ocean surging under the dark current, brewing. A storm that hits the sky and rolls the waves.
Rob is most afraid of seeing his look that is different from the evils of the world. This makes his handsome features that resemble a certain movie star who is known for his cool appearance become severe and mean.
No wonder he hasn't been able to find a girlfriend until now... The unkind partner is complaining about it. It is estimated that no woman wants to marry a personified version of the U.S. Constitution, no matter how beautiful the cover is.
I heard that there was a female technician named "Eve" in the New York branch who had a deep affection for him, and later sadly ended his unrequited love. According to the gossip, the reason was that he was a little confused with a suspect who was as beautiful as a work of art. Although he denied this, the two did not come together... The problem is that the suspect is a man! Rob had seen a picture of the blond boy, and he was actually made into a poster by his invisible love rival Eve and posted at home—it can be seen how beautiful it is to be tragic. (Note: Please refer to "Spider" for the story of the handsome blond guy with this troublesome physique and his hacker boyfriend.)
Is this guy really bent? Until he got in the car, Rob was still muttering in his stomach, looking at Leo with blinking eyes: This handsome mixed-race guy was leaning on the back of the seat in thought, smooth forehead, straight nose and beautiful lip line. The silhouette is a mixture of the deep and toughness of the Caucasian and the delicate skin of the Oriental. When the eyelashes are drooping down on those dark blue eyes, it can even exude a melancholy and moving breath...
Well, he does have the capital to eat all men and women. It’s a little handsome guy sitting in the crowd on the street, but you can compare it with him... The tragedy is that for work reasons, they often have to stand together all day.
When Rob's head, which was off-line from time to time, was still immersed in various dislikes about his appearance, their car had been driven into the underground parking lot of the FBI office building in Portland, Oregon.
When they walked into the office, Leo and Rob heard that several colleagues were discussing the new murder case. The eighth show of "Filming" is plastered all over the wall. The blond man in the photo after his tragic death is probably not even recognized by his biological mother.
"Do you feel cruel?" said a glamorous female agent with light blonde curly hair to the new junior. The latter's lips trembled while looking at the photo, and his eyes were full of righteous anger. "I suggest you go and see'Yelu Killer’s work is original. I personally think that this method of death fits him well. The Old Testament is right, “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth”."
"Tia, your argument is very dangerous." Leo walked to the coffee machine in the corner, chose the former between the ugly latte and the more ugly macchiato, and poured a cup of sip, "No matter It is still a crime for a crime to wrap itself with what a beautiful motive. There is no doubt that the'killer of the night' is a scum, but only the law can push poison into his veins, and no one else has this right."
"Come on, Leo. I know you hate'killing' and all criminals. But criminals are different from criminals. To put it uglierly, with a few more killers like'killing', the security of our country may be much better. "Tia retorted without backing up.
A short girl with glasses next to him joined the discussion timidly: "At least there is one thing that none of us can do: He does what the police should do, but he doesn't receive half of the government's salary, and he never fails-can we hire him? ?"
Leo pressed his forehead with his finger, "Wake up, girls! I know that putting together the simulated portraits of this guy can form the top three in the Asian men's beauty contest, but don't forget, he is a killer! He did this out of interest, not justice. He is no different from other perverts: killing people and having fun in it. One day when he finds that he can't find the prey, he will be unable to control the desire to kill and will be innocent. I can be 100% sure of what the people do! As long as you start a murder, there will be a pair of invisible hands pushing you, forcing you to come to the end of your life step by step!"
"Okay, the tea party time is over, go to your own work! Tia, pay attention to your detective status and position. Srina, can you be more naive and stupid? Leo, you are sent from the Washington headquarters Criminal investigator, I can't control you, but on my site, I have to act according to my rules." Sharman, the head of the regional office they dubbed "snake head"? Kings patted his hands twice and walked over. The neatly trimmed gray and white beards of his cheeks and jaws kept beating when he spoke, which was indeed like the swelling head and neck of a cobra when he was angry.
When Rob saw this, he immediately found an excuse: "I'll go to the Criminal Evidence Division to see what's new."
Leo, who was robbed of his lines, had to run errands: "I'll go to the police station's morgue again to see if there are any clues left." He threw the remaining half of the coffee directly into the trash can, and turned around. go.
"It's a pity." Tia pursed her bright red lips toward his back, and muttered in an inaudible voice of "Snake Head", "If it weren't for the rigid and upright textbook, he would be my favorite— I hate textbooks."
When Leo re-examined the body of the "Night Road Killer" from the strands of hair to the toes three times, and even no useful murderer's DNA was extracted, his mobile phone shook in his pocket.
As soon as the connection was made, the voice of sister Jasmine's needle hidden in the cotton poked his eardrums: "My, dear, brother, don't tell me you forgot to pick up my boyfriend at the airport. The plane landed at 10:30, can you tell me? What time am I?"
"Of course I didn't forget. There is still time to pick up the airport now—" Leo raised his wrist and looked at it, and replied awkwardly, "50 minutes ago..."
"He doesn't speak his language here and he is unfamiliar with the place of life," Jasmine warned him with gnashing teeth on another continent, "If you haven't seen him within an hour, I will tell you about the previous scandal with the suspect. Mom, soon you will receive countless calls from day to night, crying and crying urging you to get married right away!"
Leo felt a cold on his back, and the shudder was all over. Once again, he tried his best to clarify his sexual orientation: "That incident was nothing but a futility..." but was interrupted mercilessly by his sister: "Now, go to the parking lot, take out your car keys, and set off right away! "
Leo was once again defeated by his sister, so he had to say hello to the autopsy officer, drove out of the police station and headed straight to Portland International Airport. Along the way, he kept imagining what a man with a strong body, a dull mind, and a low self-esteem would be necessary to be worthy of Jasmine's fierce mouth, deadly legs, and sturdy heart
As a result, when he saw the Asian youth dozing off in a chair holding a cardboard in the waiting hall, he couldn't help taking a breath. Maybe the Orientals seem to be younger than they really are, but this man is too young, and he can only be called a "boy". Leo visually estimated that he was no more than 22 years old—and Jasmine was already 32 years old!
Well, it’s not impossible to have a sibling relationship. The problem is that the boy’s delicate face, thin body, unsuspecting sleep, and the one in his arms that says "" in Chinese Leo Lawrence, come and pick me up, what's the situation with the cardboard
In a foreign country, with people coming and going at the airport, he nestled on the seat like a naive little lamb with a travel bag behind his back. He slept unconsciously, even a middle-aged white man with a shabby beard and a wretched expression. When he passed by, he touched his face without knowing it.
Leo frowned in distress. He had to accept the reality in front of him—this boy who was as tender and soft as a milk pudding with mango inlaid, and who could bite by anyone was Jasmine's new boyfriend.
He walked over, grabbed the opponent's shoulder and shook it vigorously, and asked in Chinese, "Li Biqing?"
The boy nodded like a dream, and asked, "Keanu? Reeves?"
Leo sighed silently, trying not to think of the usual practice of pouring cold water on the suspect's face to make him sober. He pulled out the cardboard he was holding tightly in his hand, "I'm Leo? Lawrence, Jasmine's younger brother."
"Oh, Leo, hello." Li Biqing mumbled sleepily, "I'm so sleepy, jet lag hasn't reversed..."
Leo had to carry the travel bag in one hand, and with the other hand took the boy who was walking and swaying out of the terminal and stuffed it into the car. As soon as he touched the back seat cushion, he moved comfortably a few times and fell asleep quickly.
Back in the temporarily rented apartment, he had to hug this guy who couldn't wake up anyway into the elevator. On the way, he attracted several deep and ambiguous eyes. Even the female college student next door who always wanted to talk to him saw them. They both lowered their faces in disbelief, and then slammed the door with a "touch".
Although he does not plan to develop a romantic relationship with any woman at present, such a utilitarian attitude still makes Leo feel wronged and helpless.
After throwing Jasmine's little boyfriend onto the bed, he immediately left the apartment, ready to go back to work. Maybe he will still be working late tonight. He has a small lounge in the office building, which is enough to sleep on the sofa.
The murder scene needs further investigation to ensure that no clues have been missed; the completed criminal psychology profile has been obtained, and the detectives responsible for the serial murder have held two more meetings; on the tracing of the suspect’s vehicle and license plate and The camera is still being retrieved along the way... Leo is so busy that he can't even eat his meals on time, and he has no time to take care of the extra person in the apartment. To be precise, he had forgotten at all. If the piece of cake he brought into the apartment was not a person but a piece of cake, he would definitely have moldy and green hair at the moment.
When he finally remembered Jasmine's little boyfriend, it was already the fifth day after that.
There is nothing but beer in the refrigerator in the apartment. The guy doesn’t have a key to go out. Even if he goes out, he doesn’t understand the language and doesn’t know the way. He has a beautiful face that looks good and bully, plus a natural dull face. Aura... Leo suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem—if left alone, this soft and waxy pudding would walk around the streets and alleys in a silly way, and sooner or later would be confused by some hungry, perverted, and malicious people. Eat it in one bite!
Thinking of the consequences and the ensuing angry face of Jasmine, Leo decided to temporarily put down his work and quickly go back to the apartment to take a look.