"What's going on?"

"The analysis report of the crime notice is somewhat different from the previous analysis reports, and there are more unknown ingredients than the previous notice."

The forensic expert answered George's question in this way.

The forensic data of the previous crime notices were surprisingly consistent, with the known and unknown ingredients neatly arranged, no more or less.

However, after the analysis report of this crime notice was released, the components detected on it were different from the previous data, with many unknown components coming out than before.

Therefore, the forensic expert thought about whether there was any error and planned to take out the crime notice and repeat it.

result……

The forensic expert looked at the words that seemed to have some kind of life, and the words that were creeping and evolved on the notice: "As a result, after I took it out, it seemed that the whole words were blurred. It was wrong, it seemed that they were trying hard to prepare for reorganization."

George's eyes fell on the camera that he was aiming at before coming.

The videos brought by the camera are being played exponentially. On the small screen, the crime notice facing the camera is facing the letters on it, and the words on it are quickly creeping from the original clearly visible to turn into a muddy ball.

Beckett frowned a little, not understanding what was going on now: "What's going on?"

George's eyes flashed and he shook his head: "Keep the observation."

Said.

George walked out, took out his cell phone from his arms, and called Patty Finn.

After all, Patty Finn called just now and he didn't answer.

but……

This time, Patty Finn did not answer.

Earlier.

In the Star Building, the first ray of sunrise appears outside the window, and the fully automatic intelligent sensing lights in the living room are also turned on.

Gwen, who was on the open kitchen, went downstairs earlier than her and Gwen and sat on the bar stool, and said, "Hanna, help me get the cheese in the refrigerator."

Hannah nodded, climbed up from her feet and walked towards the refrigerator.

When Locke went downstairs, he happened to see the scene where his girlfriend and his sister lived in harmony and made breakfast together.

"Wow."

Locke went down the stairs and headed towards Gwen, who was frying eggs in the kitchen, touched Hannah's silver hair, and smiled, "This house is getting more and more lifelike."

Gwen gave a 5-minute cooked egg to the plate and looked at Locke with a smile: "This is what home means, isn't it?"

Locke nodded: "You're right."

Gwen added a little pepper to Locke's five-point cooked egg, then pushed the egg to Locke, suddenly thought of something, looked at Hannah and said, "By the way, I contacted my alma mater, Mrs. Beyoncé is happy to enter you. We agreed to eight o'clock, so move quickly."

Locke has never been to high school in New York.

Gwen is the real old New York.

This is not.

Gwen contacted Mrs. Beyoncé, the director of her middle school, who was in high school, but because she was not at home yesterday, she could only leave a message on the answering machine. I just received a response last night. Gwen originally wanted to tell Locke yesterday.

but……

Locke was a bad guy and didn't intend to give her a chance to speak, so she couldn't speak, just like a livestock.

Hannah said oh, expressionless, not seeing happiness or reluctance.

Locke smiled and smiled at Hannah and said, "When you decide the time, you will know that in fact, going to school is much more interesting than being a killer. Moreover, the grade level with a lot of hormones can better exercise the killer skills you train."

Hannah had a light in her eyes, and she looked at Locke.

Locke smiled and said, "I promise."

When he first debuted, for example, his ability to see through people's lies was not just trained in school, and the middle school men and women who were full of hormones and were ready to move were very suitable for being a training partner.

Gwen unbuttoned his apron and looked at Locke: "Actually, I'll just take Hannah and I'll go there. The knowledge competition is about to begin in a few days, and there's the student council. Are you sure you won't go back to school first?"

Locke waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the champion is our pocket. As for next year, it has nothing to do with us."

Gwen nodded.

After a while.

Locke and Gwen took Hannah out of the underground parking lot.

Then……

Gwen blinked and looked at the parking space that was originally parked by Audi, but at this moment, the empty parking space was slightly stunned: "Where is your... car?"

Locke's expression was also very exciting.

Next second.

Gwen seemed to think of something, and his little mouth turned into an O shape. He looked at Locke and whispered: "It won't be taken away by him again."

Locke pulled the corner of his mouth, intending to take out the phone and call the police.

"What are you doing?"

"Call the police."

"……no!"

Lock looked at Gwen who was just pressing Jiuyi and preparing to move, just snatched his phone and stopped him from calling the police: "What's wrong?"

Gwen whispered: "Can't call the police."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "If you don't call the police and get stolen, Silver City Insurance will not accompany me for my losses. Moreover, do you think, if it was him, my car could still come back as it was?"

Gwen put away Locke's cell phone and held Locke's arm: "Anyway, you've been driving that car for several years. Besides, he sent your sister home to you and gave him a car. What's wrong? We don't have other cars, right?"

After watching this, Locke blinked at him, who could speak with big eyes, looked up at the ceiling of the underground garage.

seem……

The Unparalleled Assassin successfully instigated Gwen.

but……

Is it a little too late? I've planned to remove the Wushuang Assassin for a while.

but……

Locke frowned, then nodded helplessly, walked towards the Audi Q6 with a car cover, and said to Gwen: "Okay, but if George comes over to ask, I will say nothing, how can I deal with George and leave it to you."

"Don't worry."

Gwen patted his chest and said, "No one knows better how to fool George than me."

Locke opened his mouth: "..."

This moment.

It has to be said that Locke finally knew the true meaning of the expression that George once flashed across his face.

That's when I noticed that my little cotton jacket finally turned into a black-hearted, airy little cotton jacket with a change in expression.

Get in the car.

Car starts.

With a buzzing sound, Audi Q6 drove out of the Star Building, and then rushed towards Gwen's middle school alma mater.

It's in the alley diagonally opposite the Star Building.

Sitting in the Audi car, with sunglasses, he withdrew his gaze and looked back, and fell on the co-pilot like a brilliance. Then, Carrie, who appeared in a big element, made the shape of the shape.

"Leave?"

"Um."

Locke nodded, started the car, and drove Audi out of the alley, quickly galloping towards Wall Street where the headquarters of Case Trust Bank is located.

Half an hour later.

Patty Finn, sitting in the hospitality chair in the headquarters of Case Trust, recalled the email she sent suddenly last night when she was routinely preparing to check her emails and went to bed.

The content of the email was simple, but the sender made Patty Finn a little excited.

The mail from the Wushuang Assassin.

On that email, Wushuang Assassin left a message asking her to come here alone at this time and there will be a big news for her.

only……

Patty Finn thought of the crime notice that appeared at the Case Trust Bank branch yesterday, thought of some of the messages she received, and seeing that it was almost time to agree, he gritted his teeth, took out the phone from his arms, and then called George.

She is also an informant in the FBI.

So, Patty Finn knew that George was shot out by the unethical FBI and this time the case of the Unparalleled Assassin was investigated.

Ipati Finn knew George very well that after the FBI robbed the case, George would be very disappointed and unhappy.

She knows better than Helen!
To be continued...