"Lance." Coulson 'consciously' took the coffee that James had put to his mouth, made sure that James had not had a chance to drink it, and took a satisfied sip, "Not bad."
James frowned as he watched his partner sit on his table without respect, with a slightly mocking smile on his lips.
Detective Coulson's annoying smile was not directed at James, but at other people in the police station. It was a sign of pride.
But James doesn't think they have anything to be proud of. The situation in the southeast is still the same, and the fire case between him and Coulson has not been solved. However, just the day before yesterday, the police invited reporters and released the following content -
"Barton is being attacked by some criminals, and the victims even include Smith. These criminals use suicide attacks, posing a great threat to the safety of the citizens of Barton. The Barton police have already taken full action to try to prevent The citizens of Barton are panicking, but there are still omissions. Friends from the media have been asking questions recently. At the same time, there have also been bad attacks in the North and South Districts that our police failed to prevent. Next, our police will announce part of the case.
In addition, especially in the southeastern part of the North District, some unsettled elements took the opportunity to try to disturb public order and undermine the peace of Barton. For this, we deeply apologize for the police's own incompetence. Now, our police hope that friends from the media can cooperate and increase the vigilance of citizens. Barton’s safety requires the joint protection of all of us... "
This vague content turned the strange fires in the South and North Districts into an attack on Barton. With the case in Smith's warehouse that would naturally attract media attention, no one would suspect it; the police began to hide the southeastern The situation became that during the attack, the police tried their best to ensure that the public did not panic, but they failed due to lack of ability. Remember, James once told Zach. There was also a fire in the southeast, but it was simply ignored at the time. At this time, it has become "an unstable incident occurs in an unstable place, and restless people take advantage of the opportunity to act."
Coulson was proud that the case he and James had successfully alleviated the media pressure the police department was now facing, and the chief would still resent Coulson for failing to provide clues about the southeast. However, we can no longer blame him. Because Coulson got some use for himself.
The results are actually very boring. The news in the past two days repeated the following content - "Citizens should try to avoid activities in the southeast. Citizens in the southeast should be vigilant when traveling... Citizens should be cautious if they find strangers around them. If there are strangers, please be careful." If anyone brings bottled liquids (flammable materials), call the police immediately, and do not try to have any contact with people who may be dangerous..."
To be honest, James wanted to laugh and cry as he watched what happened. Whenever I'm confused, I always have a constipated face.
"By the way, there is a woman outside looking for you." Coulson sat on the table, crossed his legs, and kicked James' arm. "I said..." Coulson narrowed his eyes and looked at James. Ms., "Where do you usually meet people? Your friend in Barton, Fitz. I can understand, uh. I can't understand, how did you meet Grande? That woman outside looks like a … Hey, Lance!”
James has gone.
Walking through the police station, which was still busy, it was no longer as weird as it was when James first came back, because there were echoes of the 'incidents' in the news. The police station should be busy. But James still felt strange in his heart. Sometimes knowing the truth was really not a pleasant thing.
"James." The woman waiting at the door of the police station was dressed very casually, not casually, but casually without looking like a normal woman. It could be said that this person was either very sloppy. Or it's in really bad taste. Slippers, lounge pants and a big T-shirt, shopping for groceries would not be so casual.
"Linda?" James was stunned for a moment at the door, quickened his pace, took the woman's hand, and walked to the side of the police station building, "Why are you here!" His voice was lowered.
Linda? Does it sound familiar to you? Yes, it’s the bride’s name on Cliff’s wedding invitation.
"Can't I come?" he asked, but without expression. This was too natural. "Can't legal citizens stand in front of the police station?"
James frowned, and first he wholeheartedly led this woman, whom he obviously did not want to appear here, to the driveway of the police station. Since all the patrol officers who can be sent out have gone out, there is no one here.
"What are you doing here?!" James still lowered his voice.
Linda fished in the pocket of her baggy house pants for a long time and fished out an invitation, "I'm getting married. I don't have many friends in Barton, so I can only invite you."
James didn't answer, he was stunned.
Linda held the hand holding the invitation and waited for a long time. She became impatient. She tugged the corner of her mouth and stuffed the invitation into James's breast pocket, "Starting at noon on Wednesday, Holy Son Church in the South District. Don't be late, I can send the gift to me in advance, I want a set of porcelain tableware.”
Linda tilted her head and thought for a while, "That's it, goodbye."
When she turned around and was about to leave, our police detective finally reacted, "Wait...wait a minute!" James actually looked anxious, trying to pull the other party and take out the gun that was stuffed in his chest. Invitations, chaotic hands stretched and retracted in the air.
Linda still kept moving forward, curled her lips and turned around, still frowning, looking impatient, "Is there anything else?"
"Who, who is..." James made a decision in his chaotic movements. He took out the invitation from his chest, opened it, and stared at the words on it, "Cliff? Human? Alien? How did you get married..."
"No way." Linda stopped and turned around completely, "You know that mates were not invented by humans, right? Lower animals all have this behavior." Linda put her hands in her pockets , looking at the detective expressionlessly.
"You are human!" James clenched the invitation in his hand and stared at the woman in front of him.
"I am? Huh." Linda chuckled and turned her head again, "Porcelain, James, porcelain. You know I have always hated silver products."
"Linda!"
This time, the other party never turned around, dragging a pair of slippers, leaving only a silhouette of James' back.
"Hey! Lance!" Coulson's voice came from the turning point, loud, "Why are you here! Your phone!" Coulson's voice was a little lower, and he made a pretentious gesture to cover himself, "You Grande!"
"You fucking Grande!" James glared at Coulson fiercely, and stuffed the crumpled invitation into his pocket.
"Uh..." Coulson was obviously not ready to accept James' inexplicable foul language, and was stunned. "If you are willing to give it to me, I won't mind, haha." Immediately, a smile appeared on his face, sincerely .
Needless to say, James returned to the police station gloomily to answer Grande's call. (.)