When James walked into the police station, he was greeted with a burst of applause, but of course, it was not for him. James walked towards his partner Coulson and raised his chin at the man who was being pushed inside by two police officers, "Who is that person?"
Detective Coulson clapped his red palms while answering James' question, "They are still people who escaped from prison." Coulson curled his lips, "The boss said that every one caught should be given a 'warm welcome'!"
James lost interest. Because of the impact of escaped prisoners on public opinion, the pressure on the Barton police has been great. In the past few days, almost everyone has mobilized to hunt for fugitives. Everyone is very tired, this is just a small way to boost morale.
Before the applause ended, the boss of the police station, Chief Cologne, appeared at the top of the stairs. He straightened his coat and tie and walked out of the police station. Apparently he was going to appear to the media to show his merit.
James twitched his lips and opened a piece of information on his desk. He said in a not-so-good tone, "The most important thing hasn't been found yet. What can I say to the reporters?" Robert's photo was pinned to the first page of the information. James glanced at the page, twitched the corner of his mouth again, his face gloomy.
Coulson kept applauding until Director Cologne left, then shook his pink hand and looked at his partner impatiently, "What's the most important thing! You have a problem with your thinking!" He took away the information in James' hand. , staring at the face that he had seen in the past few days with boredom, "Every fugitive is important and must be captured!"
Although he said this, Coulson's face was as gloomy as James's. This Robert was simply a ghost!
At that time, due to pressure from Herman, the case was hastily closed. Now that we really have to arrest him again, we realize how little information we had before!
The most effective way to search for fugitives in the city is to start with the fugitives' relatives and friends. Most of the people who are recaptured secretly contacted their family members and were caught by the police. But this Robert's social relations are simply a blank slate!
He was not originally from Barton, but the result of the investigation after contacting his place of birth was. Except for himself, all of this guy's family members had died in accidents long ago. His place of residence is unknown, his friends are unknown, and his occupation is unknown... How can anyone investigate this
The wanted order has been issued long ago, and manpower has been deployed at city border gates, train stations, and ports, but a few days have passed and there is no news at all! Actions without any direction and waiting for the rabbit will have no effect except to consume everyone's energy.
This continues. There is no solution except giving up.
The director may have foreseen this situation and first took credit for the arrests of others to weaken the impact of missing this most critical one.
Indeed the most critical one.
Judging from the confessions of those who have been captured, the leader of the prison break is this Robert, and it is very temporary! This murderer seems to have a good understanding of the internal problems of the prison and the procedures for handling incidents.
As torrential rain burst sewers and the prison scrambled to deal with the incident, he seized the opportunity. Incited the prisoners, launched a riot, and ultimately caused the prison break.
Many contents in the confession made the police somewhat helpless. For example, 'In the middle of the night, when the prison guards hurriedly left the duty room, Robert said that the sewer must have burst...' when asked. Why did the prisoner answer when he was so sure. 'Because it happened once a month ago. '
'Then he asked us to start sabotaging the prison's water pipes, completely flooding the place before the floodgates were closed...'
'When the prison guards discovered what was going on here and ran over to stop us, we were all ready. The goal is the key... '
'I'm going out next month, but everyone is coming out of the prison cell. Do you want me to lie back on the flooded bed? '
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Coulson threw away the information. There was no use reading it. Now there was no other way except to waste time. Fortunately. They detectives don't need to do such time-consuming things. Coulson took out his coat on the back of the chair, hung it on his forearm without putting it on, "I'm not going to waste time here, what about you?" This meant that he was going home.
James looked at the time. He didn't have the shamelessness that only old detectives like Coulson had. He had just arrived and was too embarrassed to leave immediately, "I'll wait a moment."
Coulson curled his lips, "You might as well hang out outside, maybe you can bump into an unlucky guy. If you stay here, you can't do anything!" This was the legitimate reason for Coulson to skip work.
James thought for a while, nodded, got off the chair with his hot buttocks, and walked out with Coulson.
"By the way." James suddenly remembered something, "The person in charge of the shelter, is there any news?"
Coulson had forgotten about it and thought for a while, "It seems you didn't call me." He waved his hand, "Whatever, someone is already guarding there anyway. As long as no one is looking for trouble, it saves trouble."
James curled his lips and stopped asking, but he had an idea to pass the time. Three hours of psychotherapy, and now there is nothing to do, so I can get through it. You don't have to wait for something to happen and have to 'check in' again.
He let Coulson go first, returned to his desk, and called Browning's office.
The person who answered the phone was a very young female assistant. She was a little embarrassed after hearing James' request to move the afternoon appointment to now. However, James moved out that he was a policeman and free time was extremely rare, so he insisted on it now.
The female assistant was helpless, and after consulting Dr. Browning, she agreed.
James himself knew that he had a bad impression with Dr. Browning, so he deliberately tried to please him, and to make up for it, he brought the coffee that Coulson often drank when he arrived.
Unlike the dark rainy night last time, this time it was a clear morning and the office was very bright. The off-white curtains are opened, and the ample light makes the lines in the room appear softer. It is a very suitable place to confide in someone's heart.
Emilia, who was facing the floor-to-ceiling window with her own image reflected, turned around and glanced at James who walked in. Without any expression, he took the coffee from James and put it aside, "Nice gesture, thank you."
James pursed his lips and sat on the sofa where he had been sitting for three hours.
Then there was silence.
Emilia seemed a little absent-minded. She didn't even look at her patient. She kept shaking the pen in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.
James felt a little uncomfortable. In order to show that he was cooperating with the treatment, he looked at the other person intently and waited for the other person to ask questions. Now I find that the doctor's gaze is not on me at all, but it seems like I am peeping at him.
James turned his eyes away and was so bored that he could only look around the room.
This office felt strange to James when he first arrived. The layout is like putting an ordinary person's living room and office together.
Certificates showing Amelia Browning's professional abilities are hung on the wall, as well as some relaxing photos of life and scenery.
The sofa he was sitting on at this time was not at all as hard as in James' attic, which was deliberately embarrassing for the sake of art. Rounded lines, warm colors and soft cushions just make you feel relaxed.
There is a light fruity fragrance in the space, which makes people relaxed in the middle of summer. But James looked around and didn't find any fruit there. Looking around, he only found a perfume-like bottle on the desk.
James' eyes left the desk and wanted to continue observing other places, but inexplicably, his eyes returned to the desk. After thinking about it, James looked at Amelia, who was still absent-mindedly in a daze.
James didn't expect that he would actually ask the person who asked the question, "Doctor, your boyfriend, Harrison, are you okay?" James frowned, and as soon as the words came out, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him.
Amelia's eyes moved from somewhere to James and she didn't answer.
James felt a little uncomfortable and pointed to Amelia's desk, as if to explain, "There is no photo of you on your desk. When we were in the shelter, I also found that there was no photo on Harrison's desk. …”
"He doesn't like taking pictures." Amelia looked away again.
The corners of James' mouth twitched twice, he pinched his fingers and looked sideways out the window. Just sit like this for three hours. If you don’t talk this time, it’s the other person’s fault and it has nothing to do with you!
I don’t know how long she sat like this, but without any warning, Amelia spoke up, “You police officers.”
James frowned and looked at Amelia. After finding that the other party said this in a tone without expression, he shut up and still looked away from him. What the hell is this woman doing!
Amelia suddenly stood up and looked down at James, "You policemen." She repeated the beginning again, her expression turning into contempt and disgust.
James frowned even more tightly. He watched Amelia walk directly to the desk without saying a word, leaving James there. He closed the curtains, sat behind the desk, closed his eyes and rested. !
"Doctor." James' voice was a little low, he stood up, crossed his arms and stared at Amelia, "Do you have anything to say?"
Amelia opened her eyes, looked at James who was in a defensive posture again, and shook her head, "Harrison has been missing for three days."
James' fingers tightened around his arms, his aura was gone, and he was only surprised.
Amelia stared at James' face and said calmly, "If you policemen had done your job well, you wouldn't be so surprised now." She closed her eyes again and put her arms on her chest. Overlap, "So yes, you're right, I have something to say, do you want me to finish?"
James's face had darkened.
Emilia closed her eyes, "In the past three days, I have been waiting and searching, but I have gained nothing." She opened her eyes and looked at James, "In the office of the shelter three days ago, I remember your partner said, our The purpose is still to find Harrison."
Amelia stayed with James for a while, but James remained silent except for frowning and pursed his lips.
Emilia shrugged, "I didn't find it, have you found it?"
James stared at Amelia, "We haven't looked for it."
Emilia's eyes turned to the side, "I thought so too. Humph, you policemen." (..)