Chapter 3: Sleeping lamb

Ep3 Sleeping Lamb
"You've asked it over and over ten times!" Quinn still wore his skull T-shirt and sat impatiently on the chair in the police interrogation room. "Don't I speak English? Or say, you guys Have ears one by one? "
Opposite the metal table, the middle-aged policeman's face was quite ugly, but he still could not hold back his anger, and pushed the simulated portrait on the desktop to him again: "Are you sure there are no errors?"
"Come on! I don't see the total time of his face adding up to more than half an hour, and it's almost two days now! The appearance of the yellow race looks similar, I have tried my best to remember, what else do you want!" Kui Eun-huo slammed the tabletop loudly.
Another young policeman sat at his desk with half at will, leaned down, grabbed his collar, stared at his eyes and drank, "Don't be so arrogant, boy, the contents of the notebook are still waiting for you Explain it well ... what are you going to do, you botched imitator? Are you going to succeed to become Nocturne II? "
Quinn's eyes panicked, her voice could not help but weaken a lot, and she still insisted: "If you think about it, it is a crime, then all people in the United States have to go to jail-who doesn't want to put the national treasury in his pocket? "
The young policeman snorted and gave a sudden slam, pushing him back to his seat.
Questioning every word and every detail about that young Asian man, for the eleventh time he fell on this man who was stubborn, 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 portrait he gave was similar to that of a gas station employee and a hotel owner. Another girl, Jessica, was still unconscious in the hospital because of an overdose."
"Another simulated portrait with a different look. How many are there in our drawer, Rob? For each crime, even if there are witnesses, the description and portrait given are different. Can he change the facial features?"
Rob blinked green slender eyes, suddenly lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I heard that the Chinese have an ancient martial art, they can change their appearance and even their gender at will, even the old man can change in a moment. Become a little girl, what's it called, oh, 'Yi Rong Shu' ... "
His companion stared at him severely with dark blue eyes: "Are you being brainwashed into an idiot by the strange Kungfu films? This ridiculous legend also believes! We have also learned makeup, how to dress up, only From height, hairstyle, clothing, temperament, it is still feasible to confuse an unfamiliar person in a place with insufficient light. How can it be like plastic surgery, even the basic shapes and positions of the five features are changed? "
"Well, Leo Lawrence, I've made sure your head is insulated from the sense of humor again." Rob sneered, apparently just a joke just now, calming the solemn atmosphere. "Forget that your maternal grandmother is also Chinese, how about any new discoveries to this one-fourth fellow?"
"He's a left-hander." Leo handed him a photo of a transparent evidence bag with a small piece of sketch paper in it, with black charcoal drawing a life-like doodle on the paper. "The evidence I just found is suspected to be the‘ killing ’handwriting. I have performed a handwriting identification and faxed it to the BAU (Behavioral Investigation Support Section) to supplement the criminal psychological profile.

Rob took it over, and carefully observed the wolf that had been ripped open and hung upside down from a tree branch. He bounced his tongue and said, "It's a good drawing, it's very successful. He intends to add a new mark from this time. Well, then we would like to thank Mr. Nocturnal Demon, who has made a great contribution to us in grasping more arrest clues-I will explain to the morgue and sew his belly a little straighter. "
Leo is speechless about this totally unreliable new partner, and can't help but miss the retired old man Kenneth deeply-although he is always soft-hearted and treats coffee as life, he is always smoother and livelier than this The overkill is much better.
"I now feel like flying a kite when I was a kid," Rob returned the photo to Leo, shrugged with regret, "the kite flies and flies in the sky, we chase and chase on the ground, we can't chase."
"We will catch him! Just like those cunning scum before, the last one will be brought to justice." Leo sank his face, and the dark blue eyes under his black hair were brewing like a deep current flowing under the sea. A turbulent storm.
Rob was most afraid of seeing him look different from the crimes of the whole world. This made his handsome features similar to a cool movie star Xiao Xiao, with a severe and shameful shame.
No wonder he still can't find his girlfriend! The unkind partner groaned in the stomach. It is estimated that no woman wants to marry anthropomorphic version of the US Constitution, no matter how beautiful the packaging is.
According to the gossip, when Leo was still working in the New York branch, a female technician named "Eve" had a longing for him and later ended his unrequited love. You know, the girl was a famous beauty in the bureau. It took him a full three months to bring him breakfast and coffee every day, and in exchange for the dark-haired detective somehow said: "Ansie, you are old Give me breakfast, your husband has no opinion? "
He actually confused her with another married female colleague. The girl tuned a department with tears, so Leo's femininity fell to the lowest line in the game.
Is this guy bent? Until he got into the car, Rob was still mumbling in his stomach, his eyes flashed at Leo: This mixed-race handsome man was leaning on the back of the seat and meditating. His smooth forehead, straight nose bridge and beautiful lip line were smooth. The silhouette, mixed with the deep toughness of the white people and the delicate skin of the Orientals, even when the eyelashes hang down on those dark blue eyes, they can even exude a little melancholy and touching breath ...
Well, he does have the money to take all men and women. It's considered a handsome guy to rest in the street crowd, but stand with him for comparison ... Tragically, for work reasons, they often have to stand together all day.
When Rob's off-line head was immersed in frustrations about his appearance, their cars had already entered the FBI's underground parking lot in Portland, Oregon.
As they walked into the office, Leo and Rob heard several colleagues discussing the new murder. The eighth show of "Killing the Blue" is posted all over the wall, and it is estimated that the picture of the blond man after his tragic death did not even recognize his biological mother.
"Do you feel cruel?" A gorgeous blonde curly-haired female detective said to her new student, her lips trembling as she looked at the photos, and her eyes were filled with indignation, "I suggest you go and see 'Night Road' The work of "Killer" is the original. I personally think that this death method is very suitable for him. The Old Testament is right, 'Eye for eye, tooth for tooth'. "
"Tia, your argument is dangerous." Leo walked to the corner of the coffee machine, chose the former between the lazy latte and the more difficult Macchiato, poured a glass of sip, "whatever What a wonderful motive for crime to wrap itself is still a crime. There is no doubt that the "night killer" is a scum, but only the law can push drugs / medicines into his veins, and no one else has this right. "
"Come on, Leo. I know you hate 'killing blue' and hate all criminals. But criminals and criminals are different. It's awkward. With more killers like 'killing blue', the security of our country may be much better. . "Tia retorted uncompromisingly.
A short girl with glasses next to it timidly joined in the discussion: "At least one of us can't do it: he does the job that the police should do, but he doesn't get half the salary of the government, and he never loses-can we hire he?"
Leo held his forehead with his fingers. "Wake up, girls! I know that simulating this guy ’s simulated portraits together can make up the top three men ’s beauty contests in Asia, but do n’t forget, he is a killer! He did it out of interest, not justice. He was no different from other perverts: killing and enjoying it. One day when he found that he could not find the intended prey, he would be unable to control the desire to kill and turn innocent I can be 100% sure of the people's hands! For killings, as long as you open your head, there will be a pair of invisible hands pushing you, forcing you to step by step to the end of life! "
"Well, the tea party time is over, do your own work! Tia, pay attention to your agent identity and position. Srina, can you be more naive? Leo, you are from Washington headquarters. Criminal investigator, I ca n’t control you, but on my site, I have to do things according to my rules.
Shamman Kings, the district office director they jokingly called
Snake Head,
took two shots and walked over, cheeks The grayish-white short beard trimmed with the subjaw kept beating constantly as he spoke, and it was really like the cobra's swollen head and neck when it was angry.
When Rob saw it, he immediately made excuses and said, "I'll go to the Criminal Forensics Section and see what's new."
Leo, who was robbed of his lines, had to run a errand: "I'll go to the morgue of the police station again to see if there are any missing clues." He threw the remaining half of the coffee directly into the trash can and turned around. go.
"It's a pity." Tia pursed his bright red lips to his back, and muttered in an inaudible voice of "Snake Head", "If it was not rigid and upright like this textbook, he would be my favorite dish— —I hate textbooks. "
When Leo rechecked the body of "The Night Killer" from the hair to the toe seam three times, and even a little useful killer DNA was not extracted, his mobile phone jumped up in his pocket.
As soon as it was connected, the sound of the needle in the elder sister Jasmine pierced his eardrum: "My dear, brother, don't tell me you forgot to pick up my boyfriend at the airport. The plane landed at half past ten, can you tell What time am I now? "
"Of course I haven't forgotten. There is still time before the pick-up time—" Leo raised his wrist and looked awkwardly, "50 minutes ago ..."
"He doesn't know the language here, and he's not familiar with life," Jasmine warned him with the strength of his teeth on another continent. "If you haven't seen him within an hour, I'll tell my mother that you are all pretty girls Without interest, you will soon receive countless calls, day and night, crying and urging you to get married immediately! "
Leo felt a chill on his back and shuddered. He again tried his best to clarify his sexuality: "I'm not disinterested, I don't have time ..." But he was interrupted mercilessly by his sister: "Now, go to the parking lot, take out your car key, and immediately set off!"
Leo was defeated again by his sister, and had to say hello to the autopsy, drive away from the police station, and head straight to Portland International Airport. Along the way, he kept imagining how strong a man with a stupid mind and a low self-esteem could be worthy of Jasmine's terrible legs, hot mouth, and sturdy heart?
When he saw the Asian young man dozing in a chair holding a cardboard dozing, he couldn't help taking a breath.
Maybe Orientals seem to be younger than they actually are, but this man is too young to even be called a "boy". Leo visualized that he was no more than twenty-two years old-and Jasmine was thirty-two years old!
Well, sisters and brothers are not impossible, the problem is that the boy's handsome face with his chestnut-colored, silky short hair, thin body, sleepless state of unconsciousness, and the one in his arms in Chinese wrote " "Leo Lawrence, come and pick me up" What exactly is the cardboard?
At an airport in a foreign country, where people come and go, he is like a naive lamb on the seat, sleeping with a travel bag on his back, unconscious, and even a middle-aged white man with a moustache and a wry expression As he passed, he didn't know he touched his face.
Leo frowned anxiously. He must accept the reality in front of him-this boy, who is as tender and soft as mango-infused milk pudding, can be bitten by anyone, and is Jasmine's new boyfriend.
He walked over, grabbed each other's shoulders and shook it hard, and asked in Chinese with a pair of blurred tan eyes: "Li Biqing?"
The boy nodded awake like a dream, and asked, "Keanu Reeves?"
Leo sighed silently, trying not to associate the usual practice of pouring cold water on the suspect's face to make people completely sober, and pulled out the cardboard he held tightly in his hand. "I'm Leo Lawrence, Jasmine's brother."
"Oh, Leo, hello." Li Biqing murmured in a puzzled expression, "I'm so sleepy, the jet lag hasn't reversed ..."
Leo had to carry a travel bag in one hand, and pull the boy who walked straight out of the terminal hall into the car with the other hand. As soon as he got on the back seat cushion, he moved comfortably a few times and fell asleep quickly.
Returning to the apartment he rented temporarily, he had to take this guy who could not wake up anyway into the elevator, and he attracted several ambiguous eyes on the road, even the female college student next door who always loved to talk to him. They pulled their faces down in disbelief, and then "touched" the door.
Although it is currently not planned to develop a relationship with any woman, such a utilitarian attitude still makes Leo feel unjust and helpless.
After throwing Jasmine's little boyfriend on the bed, he immediately left the apartment and was ready to go back to work. Maybe he will still work overtime late tonight. He has a small lounge in the office building and sleeps 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 agents responsible for this serial killing have held two more meetings; the investigation and investigation of suspected vehicles, license plates and The camera call along the way is still in progress ... Leo is too busy to even eat the meal on time, and has no time to take care of an extra person in the apartment. To be precise, he had forgotten it at all. If he had brought into the apartment instead of an individual but a piece of cake, it would definitely have moldy and green hair.
It was already the fifth day after he finally remembered Jasmine's little boyfriend.
The refrigerator in the apartment had nothing but beer. The guy did n’t have a key to go out. So he figured out the door. He did n’t know the way. He did n’t know the way. The field ... Leo suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem-if left unattended, this soft pudding is so dimly strolling on the streets and lanes, and sooner or later will be eaten by some unhealthy pervert!
Thinking of the consequences and the anger face of Jasmine that followed, Leo decided to put aside his work for a while and hurried back to the apartment to take a look.
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