I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 221: Complete prey portrait

The current pressure is on the American police.

There is a time difference between China and Los Angeles. The sun is shining brightly at noon in Jiangzhou City, while Los Angeles is fifteen hours late and is entering the silent night... The time difference determines that some people's crimes have already been committed, and some people's crimes have already been committed. The crime has just begun.

Under the same sky, a group of sleeping American policemen shivered.

A man was pacing, chanting in his mouth intently. He was like a hero in a literary work, with the tip of his tongue touching his lips and gently touching his teeth, calling out the name that had caused him so much mental torture during this period: Ni, elegant.

"Joseph, you are the most unforgettable man I have ever loved in my life. If you don't come to Paris to find me, there will be no meaning in my life -" The meaning behind these words, every adult understands that this woman is going to Died.

"Nya...ya...!"

Thinking of the bloody photo of the cut wrist, cold sweat slid down the man's brown temples, and there were bursts of clenching pain in his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

Unable to bear the condemnation of his conscience, he tried his best to reassure the other party not to be impulsive.

Niya said stubbornly: "I'm waiting for you in Paris! You must come to me!"

The blade in the white woman's hand did not leave the venous artery, and there were already two wrist scars on the fair skin, dark red. Blood poured out in large quantities, and this attitude was obviously decisive.

Joseph was anxious: "Don't be impulsive, let alone do stupid things! What will happen to your parents and brothers if you die?"

The female voice said sharply: "It has nothing to do with them! I just want you! Don't you understand? Are you really right? Do I have no feelings? Has our past been wiped out in the past five years?"

The past was awakened one by one, and Joseph's soul experienced countless tortures. At this moment, his emotions defeated his reason, and his heart softened, and he finally agreed, "Okay! I'll go find you!"

His compromise brought a happy smile on the woman's pale face. She burst into tears, and lines of crystal clear tears slid down her soft face: "Joseph! I knew you were not a cold-blooded man. You still have feelings for me!"

"I really love you. Come and find me. Let's go back to Paris and find the beauty of the past."

Joseph packed his luggage overnight.

He didn't pack much, only a change of clothes and a passport and other identification documents, and he was ready to leave as soon as possible.

As one of the owners of the villa, he knows how to avoid the villa's security, surveillance cameras, and late-night patrol routes by Umei Security Company bodyguards. Thinking of this, a trace of guilt appeared in Joseph's heart. When his father and the FBI police discussed security issues, they did not shy away from him, the son of a rich man, when they discussed the matter.

In terms of status, he is a protected person, and his mood is very important. In terms of rights, he is the party involved and has the right to know all this.

While the police were discussing in full swing, they must not have guessed that after letting him know about the security surrounding the villa within a ten-mile radius, what he got in return was not his obedient cooperation, but that one day he would take the initiative to escape from the villa.

Before escaping back to Los Angeles in early July, Joseph firmly believed in one truth: As long as he didn't make a mistake, his life should not be in danger.