The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Jack raised the corners of his mouth viciously, using the Dragon King's trick of crooked lips, and raised the evidence bag in his hand and laughed.

"Sorry, look what is this? I found Caleb White's diary. Your admirer is obviously not a serious person. He recorded every case you told him, every killing, All the burial places, all your secrets”

"So, there will be no more transactions, and there will be no policemen to accompany you on outings and mountain climbing. If I were you, I would find other hobbies. After all, you will have a long time and need to enjoy it alone."

Rosalind finally broke her guard, showed a ferocious face, and roared loudly at Jack: "You are dead, I will find a way to get out, I will definitely do it. When you fall into my hands, you will be miserable and kneel down like an insect. Get down in front of me and lick my toes with your tongue, just to beg me to end your life as soon as possible!"

"You're too old!" With these incomprehensible words, Jack exited the room and motioned to the prison guards behind him to take her away.

Of course, the terrorist Jack didn't dare to provoke him like this. After all, long-range snipers and bomb attacks were not something he could handle now. But he didn't care at all about this kind of serial killer who bullied the weak and only dared to attack the weak.

If this old woman really had the ability to break out of jail and come to trouble him, Jack wouldn't mind helping her gain a few pounds in an instant.

The next morning, Jack, who rarely slept in, was woken up by a phone call from Christian Wolfe, Mr. Accountant. His sleep time was getting shorter and shorter, and sleeping in was just a way to adjust his mood.

After all, experiencing a case like yesterday's, especially seeing the corpses of victims who had suffered inhuman torture, has a huge impact on a person's mind.

After getting up and washing up, he tidied up the guest room a little. Mr. Accountant drove a Ford Raptor with a trailer attached to the back. He barely got the trailer into the backyard. Jack looked at the vegetable patch that had been crushed in half and smacked his lips. Feeling distressed.

The guest room was prepared for Justin. Chris coaxed and coaxed her for a long time before getting her out of the car. Jack had no choice but to go out and buy a baby monitor to put in the room.

In this way, even if Chris is sleeping in the RV, he can immediately pay attention to her movements. This girl's problem is much more serious. Jack estimates that it is the limit of how he can get her to communicate with ordinary people.

He was completely unsure of whether he could be like Chris and not see any difference from ordinary people, or how to take care of himself completely.

Of course, even so, for Chris and Justin's father, it's already a miracle.

Even though Chris used his own experience to prove it, it took a lot of effort to get Justin's father, Professor Haber, to agree to bring Justin to LA alone.

In fact, this psychology professor who opened a sanatorium and research institute specifically for his beloved daughter with Asperger syndrome always believed that Jack was an Eastern wizard who had mastered some mysterious magic, because science could no longer explain it. He saw this from Chris.

Of course, Jack's treatment of Justin cannot be the same as Chris's. This girl can't accept any stimulation at all and can leave the small room of the institute for the first time in more than 30 years.

So Jack could only change his mind. After using acupuncture (therapeutic technique), he used psychological skills to subliminally instill her, and guided her in a softer way, so that she could enter a state similar to meditation.

The effect is unknown, because just after hypnotizing Justin, Jack received a strange phone call.

"Officer Tavole?"

It was a young woman's voice on the phone.

"Hello, who are you?" Jack asked politely, having never seen this unfamiliar number.

"I have your girl in my hands. I'll meet you at the Rose Cemetery in an hour. Don't tell anyone. You come alone." The call was immediately hung up.

Jack was shocked. His first reaction was that something was wrong with the Anderson family, and someone was attacking Zoe again.

Then he felt that it was impossible. His relationship with Zoe and Maureen was well kept secret, and his real girlfriend Hannah, who was well known to the outside world, was in Quantico. What kind of god could kidnap someone from the FBI headquarters?

After thinking for a while, Jack ran into the garage and dug out a business card in the glove box of the passenger seat of his Chevrolet car. This was the business card that Zoe had thrown in before the car was shaken last time.

Taylor's mobile phone number above is indeed consistent with the unknown number.

Taylor was kidnapped, and Rosalind actually had a follower outside, so her defense-breaking look before was still an act.

I really can't believe the plot, where has it all gone?

"Want to help?" Chris asked when he saw Jack's expression was extremely bad.

"No, just take care of Justin. This kind of thing is not suitable for you to do."

Jack quickly drove to the police station and made several calls along the way. As soon as he parked the car in the police station parking lot, Tim was already waiting there with the FBI tablet.

"Hey Jack, this is what David Rossi asked me to bring to you."

Jack took the tablet and quickly explained the situation roughly while checking the tracking locator signal.

"Rosalind also has an admirer outside. The other party kidnapped Taylor, the female news anchor of Channel 8, and wanted to lead me to the Rose Cemetery. Fortunately, Taylor was given a locator before. I will go rescue him now. You can do it for me. I’m going to meet that guy.”

"If that's okay." Jack put his index finger across his throat and made a slight gesture.

Tim said nothing and nodded to express receipt.

Jack grabbed the tablet and got into the police car. Just as he was about to start, Angela opened the passenger door and got in.

"What, you want to leave your partner?"

Jack was grateful, forced a smile, and handed the tablet to her: "Thank you, partner, you are here to guide me, we don't have much time left."

The tablet showed that the last location where the GPS signal appeared was a private farm in Kern County, about 60 kilometers away. The signal disappeared at 12:25, 10 minutes before the kidnapper called Jack on Taylor's cell phone.

If the kidnapper's method was the same as that of Caleb White, the reason why the signal disappeared was probably because Taylor was put into the oil barrel, and the Faraday cage effect caused the signal to be isolated.

Jack didn't know how long it would take for a person to suffocate to death after being locked in an oil drum, but when he thought about the blood-stained oil drum he had seen in the old zoo with its inner wall scratched, he became very anxious.

The siren was blaring. After the police car driven by Jack drove onto the highway, the speed did not drop below 160 kilometers per hour. The command center had coordinated with the highway police to help him open a fast lane.