The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

When James walked into the police station, he was greeted with applause, of course, not for him. Bayi ■ ◆ ■ ▲ Chinese website www.81zw.com ● James walked to his partner, Coulson, and lifted his chin to the man who was being pushed by the two policemen. "Who?"

Detective Coulson patted Red's palm while answering James's question, "Still jailbroken." Coulson pouted, "The boss said, every time you catch one, you must 'warmly welcome'!"

James lost interest. Because of the influence of the prisoners on the public opinion, the Patton police has been under great pressure. In the past few days, almost everyone mobilized to hunt down the fugitives. Everyone is tired, this is just a small way to improve morale.

Before the applause was over, I saw the boss of the police station. Director Cologne appeared at the staircase, sorted out his coat and tie, and walked outside the police station. He apparently went to the media to show his credit.

James twitched the corner of his mouth and opened a document on his desk. The tone was not good. "The most important thing has not been found yet. What can I tell the reporters." Robert's photo was pinned to the first place in the document. On one page, James glanced at the corner of his mouth again, his face somber.

Coulson continued to applaud until Director Cologne left, then flicked his pink hands and glanced impatiently at his partner, "What is most important! You have a problem with your thinking!" He took the information from James. , Staring at the bored face that I saw these days, "Every fugitive is very important and must be brought back!"

Despite the words, Coulson's face was as gloomy as James's. This Robert is simply a ghost!

At that time, because of the pressure of Herman, the case was settled hastily, and now I really want to arrest again, only now how poor it is that I have little information!

The most effective way to search for fugitives in the city is to start with the relatives and friends of the fugitives. Most of the people who were arrested were secretly contacted with their families and caught by the police. But this Robert's social relationship is simply blank!

I was n’t a Patton. The investigation result of contacting the place of birth is that this guy ’s family, except himself, has been killed in an accident long ago. The place of residence is unknown, the friends are unknown, and the occupation is unknown ... How can people check this?

The wanted order has been issued long ago, and the city border gates, train stations, and ports are all staffed. ∮ 八 ∮ 一 ∮ 中 ∮ text, www.8.1ｚw.COM But a few days later, there is no news at all! Actions that do n’t have any direction and wait for the rabbits will have no effect other than consuming everyone ’s energy.

In this way, there is no way but to give up in vain.

The Secretary may have foreseen this situation. First of all, the merits of other people ’s arrests will be fired to weaken the most critical influence.

It is indeed the most critical one.

Judging from the population supply that has been captured, the leader of the jailbreak is this Robert, and it is very temporary! The murderer seemed to understand the internal problems of the prison very well. And procedures for handling events.

While the rainstorm burst the sewers and the emergency treatment of the accident in the prison, he seized the gap, incited the prisoners, and stirred up the riots, which eventually caused the escape.

Many contents in the confession made the police somewhat helpless. For example, ‘In the middle of the night, when the guards hurriedly left the duty room, Robert said, the sewer must have exploded ...’ When asked. Why is the prisoner answering when he is so sure, ‘because he was born once a month ago. ’

‘Then he asked us to start damaging the water pipes of the prison house and completely flooded the place before the lock closed ...’

‘When the prison guards are here and we are running to stop us, we are all ready, the goal is the key ...’

‘I ’m going out next month, but everyone is out of the prison. Would you let me lie back on the flooded bed? ’

...

Coulson discarded the information, and it was useless. Now there is no other way than time-consuming. Fortunately, it takes time. They do n’t need detectives to do it. Coulson pulled up his coat from the back of the chair, didn't put it on, and hung it on his forearm. "I'm not going to spend it here, what about you?" This is what he meant to go home.

James looked at the time, but he didn't have the cheekyness that only the old detectives like Coulson had. He had just arrived, embarrassed to leave immediately, "I will wait."

Coulson pouted, "You might as well sway outside, maybe you can hit a hapless guy, stay here, and you can't do fart!" Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com?

James thought for a moment, nodded, and just left his chair with hot ass, and walked out with Coulson.

"Right." James suddenly remembered something, "Is there anyone in charge of the shelter over there?"

Coulson had forgotten the matter and thought about it, "It seems that he didn't call me." He waved his hand. "Whether he is, someone is already there anyway. No one can do anything to save trouble."

James pouted and no longer asked, but he had an idea of ​​playing time. With three hours of psychotherapy, there is just nothing to do now, and you can mix it up. I do n’t have to wait for something, I ’m going to ‘check in’ again.

He asked Coulson to go first, returned to his desk, and called Browning's office.

It was a very young female assistant who answered the phone. It was a little difficult for James to ask to move the appointment for the afternoon to the present. But James moved out to be a policeman, and free time is extremely rare, insisting on the present.

The female assistant was helpless. After consulting Dr. Browning, she agreed.

James himself knew that he had a bad impression with Dr. Browning. He was deliberately pleased and made up for it. When he arrived, he brought coffee that was often rubbed by Coulson.

Unlike the last gloomy night on a rainy night, this time was a sunny morning, and the office was very bright. The beige curtains are opened, and the sufficient light makes the lines in the room appear softer. It is a very suitable place for anti-confession.

Facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, Amelia, who reflected her image, turned around and glanced at James as she walked in. With no expression, he took the coffee from James and set it aside. "Good gesture, thank you."

James pursed his lips and sat down in the sand where he had been sitting for three hours last time.

Then there was silence.

Emilia seemed a little absent-minded, not looking at her patient, shaking her pen incessantly, not knowing what she was thinking.

James was a little uncomfortable, originally intended to show that he cooperated with the treatment, looked at the other party intently, and waited for the other party to ask questions. Now the doctor ’s eyes are not on him at all, but he seems to be peeping at each other.

James looked away, and the bored could only look up indoors.

This office felt strange when James first came. The layout is like putting the common people's living room and office together.

On the wall hang a certificate that shows Emilia Browning's professional ability, as well as some pictures of relaxing life and scenery.

The sand sitting at this time is not at all like James's attic, which is deliberately embarrassingly hard for art. The sleek lines, warm colors and soft cushions will only make people feel relaxed.

There is a touch of fruity fragrance in the space, which makes people relax in the midsummer. But when James looked around, he didn't find any fruit there. He looked around, only a bottle of perfume on the desk.

James's gaze left the desk and wanted to continue to observe other places, but inexplicably, his gaze returned to the desk. After thinking about it, James looked at Amelia, who was still absent-minded.

James didn't expect the person who actually asked him the question, "Doctor, your boyfriend, Harrison, are you okay?" James frowned, and as soon as he spoke, he felt as if nothing had happened.

Emilia's gaze moved to James from somewhere, and she did not answer.

James was a little uncomfortable and pointed to Emilia ’s desk, seeming to explain, “Your desk, without your group photo, while in the shelter, I also have no photos on Harrison ’s desk. ... "

"He doesn't like taking pictures." Emilia's eyes turned away again.

James twitched the corner of his mouth twice, squeezed his finger, and looked sideways out the window. Just sit there for three hours. This time it's the other party who doesn't speak. It has nothing to do with yourself!

I do n’t know how long I sat like this. Without warning, Emilia said, "You police."

James frowned and looked at Emilia. After the other person said no such expression at the beginning, he shut up and stopped looking away. What the **** is this woman!

Emilia suddenly stood up and looked down at James. "You police." She repeated this beginning again, and her expression had turned into contempt and disgust.

James frowned even tighter, watching Emilia walk to the desk without speaking, and actually left James there, drew the curtains by himself, sat at the desk, closed his eyes !

"Doctor." James's voice was low, standing up, staring at Emilia with his arms, "Do you have anything to say?"

Emilia opened her eyes and looked at James in a defensive posture again, shaking her head, "Harrison is missing, three days."

James's arms clenched his fingers tightly, and his momentum was gone, but he was only surprised.

Amelia stared at James's face and said flatly, "If your cops did their job, you wouldn't be so surprised now." She closed her eyes again, her arms on her chest Overlapping, "So yes, you are right, do I have anything to say, do you want me to finish?"

James's face had gone dark.

Emilia closed her eyes. "I have waited and searched for three days without any gain." I opened my eyes and looked at James. "I was in the shelter's office three days ago. The same purpose is to find Harrison. "

Amelia left James for a while, but James kept silent except for keeping her frown and pursing her lips.

Emilia shrugged. "I didn't find it. Did you find it?"

James stared at Emilia. "We haven't found it."

Amelia's eyes turned to the side, "I think so too. Huh, you police." (To be continued.)