Coming out of the interrogation room, Detective Coulson had a gloomy look on his face. His case had reached a dead end.
Obviously, it is not a crime to be an out-of-towner who shows up outside Becky's Pixar at the wrong time and then unfortunately witnesses a tragedy.
So Coulson was following the so-called procedure, summoning the witnesses who discovered yesterday that overlapped with the clues of out-of-towners to the police station, and after trying to find out whether these people were related to the Fight Club to no avail, he still You have to put on a smile and say, "Ah! Sorry for wasting your time again. I hope you have a pleasant stay in Barton."
And the other party would just give him an expression of wanting to buy a ticket and leave this damn city right away.
Of course, Detective Coulson wouldn't want these out-of-towners who he had listed as suspects to leave Barton, so if he didn't find new clues for his speculation, he might not be able to find these people next time.
"These people are so tight-lipped!" Coulson leaned next to James' desk and took James' coffee very consciously.
This pair of partners still divided the work. The overlapping list obtained yesterday was half of each person's, and James reviewed it faster.
The reason why it was so fast was that he was not prepared to reap the rewards at all. "What were you expecting?" James looked at his coffee being lifted to his lips by Coulson, "If your guess is correct, this is the remnant of the Newton Club. Revenge." It's not if, James has been reminded by Zach, and now what he said to Coulson is just to express a point of view, "It's not like we haven't reviewed Barton's club members, although they haven't fully developed yet. They have taken shape, but each one of them insists on keeping the club’s secrets. They would rather admit that they have participated in several sabotage activities and get a record of violating public safety, but they will not say anything about the club’s situation.”
James looked away. The tone was gloomy, "If it weren't for our luck, the undercover operation happened to meet the club's promoters, instigated their internal members, and got help, Barton's club case. We wouldn't be able to solve it."
These words seem to be far from the truth we know. First of all, James's undercover operation did not meet the club's promoters, Saint Sissi and Thomas Gangello. He did not meet any of them. Then Jason's instigation of rebellion really had nothing to do with him, it was just Zach's talk. Finally, the Barton Fight Club case is solved? It's ridiculous, the guy they want across the country doesn't exist.
However, from the perspective of what human society needs to know, what James said is the 'truth'. His gloom lies in the fact that he is fully aware of the falseness of the truth. as well as-
Knowing that Fight Club has Gangro's charming eyes as a guarantee. There should be self-awareness that the interrogation he and Coulson are currently conducting cannot have any results.
Plus, James sensed a fluke. Zach had told him yesterday that the attack was not only carried out by the remnants of the club, but also by the vampire Gangero who acted blatantly (erasing other witnesses' memories of Emilia). So when these out-of-town witnesses were summoned today, James was very worried about one thing. Recruiting an uncontrolled Gangero to the police station was a very dangerous matter.
But most of the day of interrogation passed. Suspects come, suspects go. Nothing disturbing happened at the Barton Police Station, which meant they were lucky that among the people summoned, no dangerous Gangaro... or, well, had been here. Among the people who came in and out of the interrogation room, it was just the two detectives who couldn't remember each other's red eyes.
Since James hasn't thought of this, don't remind him. Apart from making him uncomfortable, it really has no practical significance.
"What did we miss?!" Coulson frowned. He slapped the table irritably. He should be irritated, his speculations need to be supported by evidence, and so far, he has none.
James twitched his lips and said as if instinctively, "Without us, this is your speculation, your idea, I'm just cooperating."
Coulson glanced sideways at James, clicked his tongue, raised his cup and raised his head fiercely, and emptied James' coffee. Still not satisfied, he threw away the empty coffee cup and looked at James with a frown on his face, "Why? Tsk! Why do I feel you are so inactive?"
Coulson pulled up a chair, forced him to sit uncomfortably towards James, and lowered his voice slightly, "Do you think we are in a good situation in the bureau now? Everyone treats the two of us when doing things. Does it feel good to be isolated outside in line? How can you be so used to being in a ghost situation?!"
As I said before, even now, this pair's position in the police station is a bit awkward. Everyone else is doing the work that the police should do normally. Only these two people, relying on the chief's order, are helpless and guarding. own case.
This is not accurate. The case is the same. Most police officers in the police station are still dealing with the bombing of the Bache medical supplies transport truck. We are already very sure that it is an attack case. In the eyes of most police, it is still in a qualitative state. Stage—accident or terrorist attack.
After all, as a transport vehicle for medical supplies, oxygen-generating equipment is clearly written on the transportation list. It is an explosive item. So regardless of the media's wording when the incident occurred, the "fire attack" some time ago was caused by the deliberate guidance of the police. It can be regarded as just a result of inertia. Now with the announcement of the news, the current news has begun to blur the entire case. Qualitative. The real final conclusion still depends on the investigation results given by the police.
Of course, we can also regard the current blurring of news as the media performing its duty to stabilize people's hearts.
However, only Coulson and James had completely treated the case as an attack. No matter whether they are advanced or knowledgeable, they are an isolated couple anyway.
Coulson is obviously dissatisfied with his current situation, and his next words are proof, "You are young, and you have the last name of Lance! But I am not prepared to waste time like this, I don't have time..."
James was finally saved by the ringing of the phone. He pushed away his partner's face, which was getting closer and more ferocious, and answered the phone, "Detective Lance."
"Hi, James, it's me." It was Zach.
James really wanted to hang up the phone right away, but it was too late. Coulson had already lost his previous expression and raised his eyebrows. "Did I hear Mr. Grande's voice? What did he say?"
"This is my phone!" James pressed the receiver with one hand, "This is my space!" He looked at Coulson with a sullen face, and drew a space in front of him with his other hand, and then Pointing to Coulson's table opposite, "Go back to yourself!"
"Tsk." Coulson curled his lips. He said the key point, "Your informant. Who cares!" However, he still stepped away knowingly and returned to his desk under James' gaze. As he said just now, he was a police detective who was not young and did not have the surname of Lance, so he took a deep breath, reopened the documents on his desk, and found a way out of his situation.
"Say." James made a gloomy sound into the phone until it was confirmed that Coulson was no longer paying attention.
"You sound like you're in a bad mood." Zach was on the receiver, doing what he always did to James - pushing the young Detective Lance towards a 'dead end'. "Then what I say next will make you feel even worse. We are at your house."
James gripped the receiver so tightly that his joints turned white, and it was definitely heard clearly by Zach over there, because—
"Don't be too excited, I haven't finished talking yet. We, um, me, Wales. The two remnants of the Fight Club Gangluo who lost too much blood, and Ozzie Cozier. And Emily who insisted on following. Ya.”
James puffed up his chest and took a deep breath. This was the suffering of being 'forced to death' and giving up. Guess which one of 'us' played a decisive role in this
"Why is Oz at my house?" James' first question. Oz, well, Zach still uses the full name. After all, Zach and Oz didn’t know each other well, so James only used their first names.
"You can't force me to mobilize all my senses and be wary of Gangro who is about to launch a second terrorist attack, and at the same time guard against mind readers' detection of my thoughts." Zach's voice was slow and slow in the receiver, "So he already knows We lied a little to Linda."
Remember it. Linda was prepared to ask James to cooperate and hide the fact that Lance was controlled by the Sabbat. At least James' father, General Lance, was from the Sabbat. And James was honest with Zach. Not only did he say that he was unwilling to be a character in his father's script, he also said by the way that he had known the Cozier family since he was a child.
In the receiver attached to James' ear, a male voice sometimes said something to Zach in the background. James could barely identify it as Ozzie Cozier, and Zach replied without any precaution, "It doesn't matter, he can understand."
Understand what? James didn't need to ask.
Zach on the receiver continued, "James, you don't need to think too much about this. You need to know that Amelia was saved once by Oz, and the relationship between the two has made actual progress..."
There was another female voice in the background, and James could barely identify it as Amelia, but Zach simply ignored the background, "Amelia is your psychiatrist, whether she wants it or not, Oz." Everyone can easily get your information, so even if you try to avoid contact with anyone from the west, our little secret can't escape Oz's mind reading, so there is no need to hide it. Can you understand what I'm saying?"
Probably added, "As for Linda, she has made it clear to me that she has finished her work for the Sabbat in Barton, and now she only wants to try the personal affairs of the inheritor. So follow her wishes and let She, an outsider, thinks of some things and lives a peaceful life just by giving to others and being kind, and there is nothing wrong with it. Oz, the partner of the Sabbat who will be with you sooner or later. Haha." I don't know why Zach on the other side of the receiver said Laugh, or sneer, "That's not necessary."
It seemed that Zach's words were not just for James, because the background sound on the other side of the receiver became clear instantly. James knew that Zach secretly pressed the speakerphone! And James personally taught Zach how to use this advanced phone!
In the background on the other side of the receiver, Amelia's voice was filled with anger.
"What does he mean? You said you deliberately approached me because you were curious about the relationship between Barton aliens and humans! Okay! I accept this statement. After all, even as a psychology major, I can't quite understand how I could fall in love with a food Ghouls! But what did Zac just say about James?! You approached me to get information about my patient! You read about James in my thoughts..."
"Well, Amelia, James is only a small part of the reason. The Cozier and Lance families are family friends in the west... Zach, you..."
The speakerphone was gone, and apparently the mind reader noticed Zach's little move. There was only Zach's voice in the receiver again. Our vampire was still slow and deliberately lowered his voice, "I haven't told Emilia Harrison yet, I need to make some preparations, you know."
James didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand. He held the white hands of the receiver and lifted it slightly away from his ears to give his painful ears some rest. He took a deep breath again and said, "You mean two gangeros."
"Yes." Zach's volume returned to normal, "Welsh has identified these two people, and we have just stopped their attempt to blow up Cozier's store. We need a place for interrogation. Your home is relatively close..."
"fry?"
"Oh, don't worry, Mo is there to deal with explosives. I found that the ghosts of the Republic are very useful in certain situations..."
"I'm not asking about this!"
"Oh." Zach paused and was silent for a while, then asked, "Then what are you asking?"
James glanced at Coulson, who was looking down at the documents, and lowered his voice, "The technique, and the Becky transport truck..." He probably wanted to ask if there were any similarities. Although he was blocked, he could be excused for not being blocked. provide clues to the case. Coulson really wrongly blamed this partner before. It's not that James doesn't care, he just knows how to care in the right place.
"Well, then you asked the wrong person. Do I look like a criminal who is proficient in explosives?" Zach asked on the receiver, "You should ask yourself, so I am calling you now to ask you to come back."
"Immediately..." Just as he started to speak, James stood up pretentiously, but immediately sat back and lowered his voice, very gloomily, "I have no reason to leave the police station now. Coulson just taught me that I can't pay attention to the case..."
"In order to prevent the attack, I pulled the fire alarm around the Kozier store. Of course it was a false alarm. The firefighters came in vain, but they still safely blocked off the surrounding area to check the situation. This made some customers very dissatisfied. You know It’s not the weekend, but it’s the customers who still shop on Lister Street. Well, you can use this as an excuse.”
James stood up completely this time, and hung up the phone without any courtesy at all without saying goodbye. Of course, our vampire wouldn't care.
"Hey! Where are you going?!" Coulson noticed his partner's movements and stared at James.
"Go home." James replied simply, raising his voice and shouting while scanning the police station, "Has anyone received a security complaint near my home on Lister Street?"
"Yes! There was a false fire alarm just now. There were several stores at the same time. There was a little conflict between the citizens and the fire department. Some patrols went out." A guy from nowhere popped up and responded with a smile, "It's okay. Son, it’s still some distance from your home, in the middle of Liszt.”
James stopped explaining to Coulson, waved in that direction, "I'll treat you to coffee next time!" and left. (.)