Chapter 58 Something bad happened
There are still five days before Christmas. Today, Angela does not have to sit in the office and patrols the streets with Jack.
Given that the relationship between Angela and Wesley is still in the Schrödinger state recently, Jack doesn’t want to provoke this eldest sister, otherwise she might drag her to the bar to drink and complain after work. His super luxury The big kitchen is almost completed, and I'm still wondering if I can get the hot stove ready before Christmas, so the Christmas dinner will depend on it.
The two were silent in the car for a long time. Finally, Angela couldn't help but wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a call from the command center.
"Police car 7-A-26, located at Mrs. Megan's Psychic Studio, triggered the silent alarm. The situation is urgent. Sound the siren to clear the way."
Jack glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that there was no car behind him. He lightly applied the brakes and turned the steering wheel. With a beautiful drift, he turned the car around. At the same time, he sounded the siren and rushed towards the location displayed on the police computer.
Five minutes later, the two got off the car and walked into a uniquely decorated store. Angela opened the door and heard the fierce quarrel between men and women coming from inside. She pulled out her Glock and Jack. He also took out his gun.
The outside of the store was set up as a waiting room, which was empty, and the inside was a studio. The two men were walking forward with guns in hand. When they entered the inside, they saw a middle-aged white man with an excited expression and a crystal ball in his hand. He was preparing to hit the woman who was lying on the ground.
“Answer me, tell me right away, how the hell did you know?!”
Seeing the middle-aged white man’s expression of excitement, Angela pointed the gun at him and shouted a warning : "LAPD, throw away what you're holding."
The woman lying on the ground had exquisite makeup and exotic clothes. In Jack's opinion, she looked more like a stripper than a psychic.
She quickly stretched out her hand to try to stop the middle-aged white man: "Can you tell him not to throw it away and put it down gently?"
"This crystal ball is worth 900 US dollars."
Angela tilted her head and signaled to the middle-aged white man: "You heard me, move slower and be a gentleman."
The middle-aged white man in a high-end suit was very sensible and saw two pistols pointed at him. , carefully placed the crystal ball back on the velvet-covered table.
Angela put away her pistol and stepped forward to control him.
"Turn around and face the wall."
Jack pulled up the woman who fell to the ground and asked: "Madam, are you okay?"
The woman stood up and looked towards Jack's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice that was originally sharp due to fright suddenly became lower and became a little more charming.
“I’m okay, I was reading this lunatic’s mind just now, and this guy suddenly went crazy and had a violent outburst.”
The middle-aged white man quickly interrupted her.
"Don't say a word, you and I have a psychic consultation confidentiality agreement."
The female psychic turned to look at him, as if she was looking at an idiot.
"There is no such agreement, you bastard."
Angela found the wallet from this guy, opened it and looked at the documents inside.
Jack continued to ask the female psychic: "What specifically did you say that made him use force to you?"
The female psychic continued to look at Jack, her eyes gleaming like a little girl who was just starting to fall in love.
“He and I were talking about relationship issues, and I said I saw a scene of him and a beautiful woman in the woods, and then he was like crazy, yelling at me . ”
Angela and Jack looked at each other, each finding a surprise like winning a lottery in each other’s eyes.
"So, sir, can you tell me why her words just touched on your private matters? Did you do something to a certain woman in the woods recently?"
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"No, this is all a misunderstanding." The middle-aged white man began to argue in a panic. Angela was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she directly turned on the intercom and contacted the command center.
"Command Center, look up a name for me, Randy L. Fisher."
The command center replied almost instantly: "7-A- 26 police car, please note that the suspect's wife was reported missing six weeks ago."
The female psychic on the side was suddenly shocked: "Oh my God, I was just making it up, I didn't see anything. .”
"Are you just making it up? How is that possible?" The middle-aged white man's face was filled with disbelief.
Angela had already taken out the handcuffs and cuffed him.
The female psychic was still talking: "Do you think a real psychic would receive customers in such a musty little shop?"
Then she turned her head. Looking at Jack with a coquettish face, he slowly got closer: "Speaking of which, a picture really appeared in front of me. The two of us will be in my room tonight."
Jack was so frightened that he hurriedly He took two steps back, opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, and ran away.
I don’t know if the police uniform has an added lethality to someone’s handsome face. It’s not like I haven’t encountered someone who took the initiative before on duty, and some even stuffed his phone number into his pocket, but people like this female psychic are so direct. This is the first time I've been invited.
Angela escorted the suspect into the back seat of the police car with a accustomed look. She was already used to her partner's ability to attract bees and butterflies. When Hannah and Jack were patrolling together before, she had It is often seen that the two of them are stopped together by some so-called talent scouts, and they are stuffed with a bunch of business cards after making all kinds of extravagant promises.
The suspect was taken into the police station and after completing the formalities, the detective who took over the case was naturally responsible for this guy. The two of them continued to return to the police car and prepared to get back on the road.
As a result, just after reporting the status to the command center, a new task was sent. John and Neela Harper found a strangled male body in the bathroom of the Seventh Street Bus Terminal. They need to rush to the scene for support.
The so-called support usually means going over to help set up a cordon, maintain order, and then wait for the police detectives or the relevant departments assigned to the case, such as the Robbery and Murder Division or even the FBI.
But something seemed a little unusual today. Before the four people finished pulling up the security tape and chatted for a few words, a large number of black cars with various markings arrived. Not only did they include detectives from the Major Crime Unit and the Metropolitan Division, but also Jack I saw the FBI, DHS (Department of Homeland Security) and even white buses with CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) logos.
Just when everyone felt bad, a large group of guys who covered themselves tightly got off the CDC bus and quickly blocked the entire bus terminal.
John murmured to himself: "This battle is a bit big."
Everyone present felt that something was wrong.
Zoe led a group of people to the four of them. The blond middle-aged woman standing next to her had a very similar temperament to John's ex-girlfriend and current ambiguous girlfriend Jia Lisi.
Zoe looked nervous. She was clearly talking to John and Nila Harper, but her eyes glanced at Jack beside her intentionally or unintentionally.
“Hey, did either of you come into contact with the body.”
Nila Harper pointed at John: “He did, and he checked the body with rubber gloves. "
Jack and Angela both raised their hands: "We only glanced at the body at the door."
Time flies, this novel is uploaded faster. It’s been a month, please don’t complain about my update volume. Now I can write full-time at a stable 4K a day, and occasionally a little more. Before, I spent 40,000 to 50,000 words in manuscript storage due to plot lag and sleep problems. This is what I saved. I’m more than half full, and I’m working hard to recover in the past two days.
As a result, yesterday the editor suggested that I put it on the shelves around May 1st. I suddenly felt like I was going to lose my hair. I tried my best to save some manuscripts and try to get a few more chapters on the shelves. I also ask for your forgiveness, book friends. I am really a newbie coding this plot. I’m thinking big, and I’m going to make up for some old dramas that I’m not very impressed with in the future.
Everyone sees my writing attitude, and I should be considered quite serious. I hope you will keep reading before it is put on the shelves. I still want to see if I can go to Sanjiang just in case. After all, that means that there will be enough collection before it is put on the shelves, ensuring that I can make a living at the starting point.
Interested book friends can help promote this book. I have never paid any votes, so I can only ask everyone. Thank you very much!
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