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Mom, you should really come and see, they were all stunned by me. Carla sat in a chair by the hospital bed, holding a warm cup of Starbucks coffee in her hand, the temperature of the paper cup perfectly matching the temperature of human skin, for example, her mother's skin temperature.Still pink, still bright. I performed for forty-five minutes by myself, how about it? you? The word did not come from Carla's imagination.The woman in the bed was awake and asking questions in a definite voice. you. But Carla didn't understand what her mother meant by the word. It may mean: What did you just say?

Or: Who are you?Why did you come into my room and sit here like we knew each other. Or: I heard the word you, but I don't understand the meaning of this word, so I'm sorry to ask.I know the word is important, but I just can't remember it.you, you, you Then her mother looked out the window, at the ivy climbing the window, and said: Everything will be fine.We walked through safely.Carla knew very well that when her mother's consciousness was in this state, forcing her to talk to herself would only make her lose her temper.There is no connection between the sentence she said and the next sentence, and sometimes there will be a sudden loss of connection in the same sentence, which will make her speak more and more quietly, and finally fall into a bewildered silence.

Therefore, Kara can only go on chatting on her own.She told about the transformation-themed magic she had just performed, and excitedly told her mother how she had helped the police catch the killer. For a moment, her mother's eyebrows arched, as if understanding what Carla was saying.Carla's heart started beating wildly, and she moved closer to her mother. I found cans.I didn't expect to see it again. She laid her head back on the pillow again. Kara clenched her fists tightly, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.It's me, Mom!I!Loyal child.can't you see me you?

hateful!In her heart Carla snarled at the devil angrily, cursing him for manipulating the poor woman and blinding her soul.let her go!Give her back to me. Hi, here I come.A woman's voice suddenly came from the door, startling Kara.Before turning back, she wiped a few tears from her cheeks with her hand, as smoothly as if she were performing a French drop. Hi, she to Emilia.Sachs said: You followed me. I'm a police officer and this is our specialty.She walked into the room, two cups of Starbucks coffee in hand.She caught a glimpse of the cup in Kara's hand and said, Sorry, I brought an extra present.

Kara squeezed the cup in her hand.The coffee inside has already been drunk.She tossed the paper cup away and took the second cup of coffee Sachs had brought.As long as there is caffeine I will never waste it.She drank it immediately. thanks.Did you have a good dinner? very nice.Jenny was a funny woman, Thomas fell in love with her, and she was good at making Lincoln laugh. She was always contagious to those around her, Carla said: a good person. Emilia said: Balzac quickly pulled you away when the performance was over.I'm just here to thank you one more time and to ask you to write an invoice and we'll pay your hourly fee.

I never thought about money.You introduce me to Cuban coffee, and that's enough. No, you'd better write a requisition slip and send it to me, and I'll guarantee that the money will be requisitioned. I am a government law enforcement officer for fun. Carla said: This will be a good story, and I will definitely tell my grandson well in the future. Mr. Balzac is looking for a friend. I am free for the rest of the evening.I want to go to Soho to find friends, would you like to come with me? OK, Sachs said: We can. Suddenly, she looked up and her gaze fell behind Kara.Hello.Carla looked behind and found that her mother was looking at the policewoman with curious eyes, so she paid attention to her eyes.

She's not really awake right now. It is summer now, and the old woman said: It must be June, I'm sure.After speaking, she closed her eyes again and lay down back to her original position. Is she all right? This is only temporary and she will wake up soon.Sometimes, her state of mind does get a little funny.Carla stroked the hand of the old woman on the hospital bed, and then asked Sachs: Where are your parents? It sounds corny to say it, I feel that way.My father was dead, and my mother lived in Brooklyn, very close to me, a little closer than mutual care should be.But we have gradually understood each other.

Carla is well aware that the word understand is an international treaty between mother and daughter, so she doesn't want to ask, at least not yet.There will always be time in the future. A harsh beeping sound suddenly sounded in the room, causing the two women to touch the beeper on their waists at the same time.The winner is Emilia.I turned off my phone when I came in and there was a sign in the lobby saying it can't be used here.Can I borrow it?She turned her head to the phone on the table. You're welcome, please use. She picked up the phone and dialed the number, and Carla got up and spread the blanket on her mother's hospital bed.Mom, do you remember our bed and breakfast in Warwick?near that castle.

Do you remember?tell me you remember Emilia's voice: Lyme?it's me. Carla continued her one-way conversation with her mother, but only a few seconds later, she was interrupted by the policewoman's sharp questioning voice.What did you say?When did it happen? Carla frowned and turned to look at Emilia.And Emilia also looked at her, shaking her head non-stop.I'll go right over. I'm with her now.I will tell her.She hung up the phone. What's wrong?Carla asked. Looks like I can't go with you.We presumably missed a lockpicking tool or key, and Will ended up breaking open the handcuffs at the lockup to snatch the police gun.Now he has been shot dead.

OMG.she exclaimed. Emilia walked to the door.I'm going to do a site inspection now.When she reached the door, she stopped suddenly and turned to look at Kara.To be honest, I've been concerned about his security in custody while he's on trial.This man is just too slick.It seems that sometimes there is justice in this world.Ah, by the way, don't forget to write the bill.No matter how much you want to charge, remember to double it. Constable has some news.On the phone, a man's brisk voice came. Did he become a private investigator?Charles.Grady asked sarcastically. Although he was sarcastic, there was no malice.He to Joseph.Ross was not prejudiced. This man was a representative of scum, but he was a defense attorney after all, and he was going to avoid the lengthy judicial process caused by his client.What's more, he has always treated prosecutors and police with sincerity and respect, so Grady is willing to reciprocate in a kind way.

Yes, he did.He made several phone calls back to Kendong Falls, contacting some patriotic comrades.They checked things out, and it seemed that some of the old members' personalities had become fierce. who is it?Barneys?Or Stump? I haven't talked that deeply with him yet.All I know is that he was very upset, and he kept saying: Judas, Judas, Judas, on and on and on. Grady had no sympathy for him.This is what he asked for.He said to the lawyer: He knows that I can't let him completely avoid the sentence, right? He understands, Charles. Did you know Will died? Got it and I have to tell you that Andrew was very happy when he found out about it.I believe he really has absolutely nothing to do with those who want to hurt you, Charles. Grady never took advice from defense attorneys, not even Rose, who was outspoken.He asked again: So, he already has reliable information? He has, absolutely right. Grady believed him.Ross was not one to be fooled, and if he thought Constable was going to give someone away, then it was definitely going to happen.Of course, it wouldn't make a difference to the outcome of the case, but if Constable came up with strong information that would allow the local state troopers to conduct a full-fledged detection and arrest operation against the Patriotic L.A., then he would have the confidence to let go The suspect ran away. Grady had mixed feelings about Will's death.He was publicly concerned about the shooting and promised to do justice to it, but was privately glad the bastard had been dealt with.He still couldn't help being surprised and angry that the killer who planned to murder them broke into his apartment and invaded the home where he lived with his wife and daughter. Grady looked at the red wine in the glass, how eager he was to taste it slowly, but he also knew very well in his heart that after receiving this call, the wine was temporarily undrinkable.Constable's case was too important for him to be at his wits end. He wants to talk to you face to face.Ross said. This bottle of red wine is the 1997 Cabernet Sauvignon from Glitch Hill Winery.Great vineyard, great vintage.Ross continued: "How soon can you get to the detention center?" Half an hour, I'm going now. Grady hung up the phone and said to his wife: There is good news: there is no need for a court session. Louis, the guard with wary eyes, said: I'll go with you. After Will was shot dead, Ron.Sellitto cut down the manpower of the protection prosecutor in large numbers, leaving only Louis alone.No, Louis, you stay here with my family.I'll be fine. His wife asked curiously: You just said it was good news, my dear, so what is the bad news? I will probably miss dinner.Prosecutors said he grabbed a handful of biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth, then downed them with a gulp of expensive red wine.Forget it, he thought, let's call it a celebration. Sachs parked her battered yellow Camaro outside 100 Center Street, dropped an NYPD badge on the dashboard, and hurried out.She nodded to a mechanic standing next to a crime scene forensic vehicle.Where is the scene? On the back first floor, enter through the registration hallway. Is it blocked? Yes. Whose pistol is it? Linda.Walls, she is a police officer in the detention center, and she is quite emotional now.That bastard knocked her nose crooked. Sachs grabbed a forensic case, put it on a luggage trailer, and headed for the main entrance of the Crown Court building.Several other forensics technicians at the scene of the crime also did the same and followed closely behind her. Of course, the crime scene is not complicated.A shooting accident between a police officer and a fugitive?Things couldn't be more clear.However, this incident is still considered a homicide and requires a full forensic crime scene report to be provided to the Shooting Commission and any ensuing investigation and prosecution.Therefore, Emilia.Sachs will treat everyone equally and handle the scene with care. A guard checked their papers and led them through a maze of passages into the ground floor of the court building.Finally, they came to a closed door with police yellow tape.In front of this door, Sachs saw a detective talking to a uniformed officer, a woman with a bandaged nose and toilet paper stuffed in her nostrils. Sachs introduced himself to them, explaining that he was a forensic officer who had come to conduct an on-site inspection.The police detective stepped aside and let Sachs ask Linda.What happened to Walls. In a weak and nasal voice, the policewoman in uniform said that the prisoner had somehow opened the handcuffs.It only took him two or three seconds, and all the handcuffs were released.He didn't get my key.She pointed to the pocket of her trousers, where she presumably kept her handcuff keys.He had his own lockpicking tool or key, hidden in his lap. In his pants pocket?Sachs frowned.She remembered that they had searched him carefully by then. No, it's on his lap, as you'll see later.She turned her head toward the corridor where Will's body lay.There was a slit in his skin, covered under a wound dressing.Everything happened so fast. Sachs guessed that the man had cut his own skin to hide something.Just thinking about it makes me sick. Then he grabbed my pistol and we wrestled on the ground.The gun went off, and I had no intention of pulling the trigger, really.I've tried to control it as carefully as possible but I can't.The gun just went off. Control fire escape.She used those words, perhaps to block out some of the guilt she felt, but it did nothing to change the fact that her life had been put in danger, nor would it make other officers feel guilty because of the criminal. offenders are implicated.No, all responsibility must be borne by this woman.Women's status in the New York City Police Department has always been difficult to obtain. She had an accident this time, and her injuries will definitely be more serious than men. We searched him carefully after we arrested him, Sachs said gently, but we didn't find his hidden key either. Yeah, the policewoman murmured, but this will still be pursued. She was referring to the Shooting Accident Investigation Committee.Yes, this matter will definitely be brought up in due course. It seems that when Sachs wrote the on-site inspection report, he had to put in more thought and put forward as much evidence as possible in favor of the policewoman.Walls touched his nose lightly.Hey, it hurts so much.Tears welled up in her eyes.What will my child say?They keep asking me if my job is dangerous, and I always say no.look now Sachs put on latex gloves and asked the officer for her Garak.After taking the gun, she took out the magazine, ejected the bullets in the chamber, and put the gun and bullets in a plastic evidence bag. She inadvertently showed the posture of a police officer, and said to the policewoman: You can take a vacation and relax yourself. But Walls didn't seem to hear Sachs' words.It really was a fire, she said in a daze: I didn't want to shoot, I didn't intend to kill anyone. Linda?Sachs said: You can take a vacation, leave for a week, or ten days. Can I? Go talk to your supervisor. OK, no problem, I will definitely go.Walls turned away and walked over to the paramedics who were talking to her partner.Her companion had a large bruise on his neck, but other than that, there appeared to be no other trauma on his body. The personnel of the crime scene forensics team set up a temporary workstation outside the corridor door where the shooting incident occurred. They opened the briefcase, took out evidence collection tools, fingerprint collection equipment, and prepared video and photo equipment.Sachs changed into a white Tyvek suit and attached rubber bands to his shoes. She put on the headset microphone and asked the main station to transfer the radio communication to Lincoln.Lyme's residence.As she peeled off the police tape to open the door, she thought to herself: Cut a slit in the skin to hide a lockpicking tool or key?She and Lincoln have fought so many outlaws, there's never been one like this sorcerer ah!Damn it!she blurted out. Is this how you say hello?sax.Rhyme's bitter words came through her earphones.You should have said this sentence, right?What the hell, a lot of radio noise. I can't believe it, Lyme.The forensic doctor actually moved the body away without waiting for my forensic examination.Sachs looked towards the promenade. Although there were still bloodstains there, the body was gone. What!He shouted, who allowed it? According to the rules of criminal scene work, although emergency medical personnel can enter the scene to rescue the injured, if the injured is dead, the body must remain intact, even the on-duty doctor from the forensic office, everything has to wait for the criminal forensic team Let the people finish the work.This is basic common sense for the police.Whoever moved the sorcerer's body today would be in serious trouble for his career as a prosecutor. Is there a problem?Emilia?A technician shouted from outside the door. You see, she said angrily, turning her head toward the corridor.The forensic doctor removed the body before we came to do the forensics.What exactly is going on? The young technician frowned.He glanced at his companions outside, and then said: Uh, the forensic doctor on duty seems to be still outside.When you got out of the car just now, we were still chatting with him outside, and he was the one who was feeding the pigeons.He said he would wait there until we were done before coming in to move the body. How is this going?Rhyme growled.I heard what they said, Sachs. She said to Rhyme: The coroner is still out, Rhyme.It appears he did not come in to remove the body.So to say Oh My God!This is bad! A chill instantly penetrated her heart.Rhyme, don't you think so? He roared, "What do you see, Sachs?"What about the blood splatter? She ran to where the shooting took place, examining the blood splattered on the wall.No, this doesn't look like a normal gunshot. Got brains?Bone fragments? There is gray matter, there is.But it doesn't look like much, there are still some bone fragments here. There is no way to be sure, so you should do a blood test right away. She ran back to the door. What's wrong?A forensic technician asked, but before she frantically searched for something in a forensic box, she automatically shut up.Sachs grabbed the KM catalyzed blood tool, and immediately ran back to the corridor, collecting a sample from the wall.She tested it with experiments and soon got the answer.I don't know what it is, but it's certainly not blood.She looked at the bright red marks on the floor, and felt that the blood on the floor looked real.She collected samples for testing, proving that the pool of blood was indeed real.Then she found a razor blade lying on the floor by the wall.God, Rhyme, he's pretending to be shot.He cut himself with a knife and tricked the guards with real blood.Thinking of this perverted behavior, Sachs couldn't help frowning. Quickly notify the security guards and ask them to seal off the scene immediately. Sachs yelled: Prisoners escape and all exits are closed. The detective rushed into the hallway, staring at the empty floor.Linda followed him, her eyes wide open.At first she felt a little relief that she hadn't killed anyone, but the relief quickly faded away, and she realized that something worse was happening here.impossible!He was there just now.His eyes were open, obviously dead.Her panicked voice became more and more high-pitched.I mean, his head was covered in blood.I have seen I have seen the wound! What you see is a hallucination of wounds.Sachs thought so sadly. Detective yells: The guards at all exits have been notified, but, God, this isn't a completely sealed corridor.As soon as we closed the door here, he might have got up and slipped off somewhere.He might have stolen a car by now, or sat on the subway through Queens. Emilia.Sachs began to give orders.Although the detective was of a higher rank than her, he was too shocked now to question her authority to issue these instructions.Immediately issue a wanted bulletin, she said: notify all police officers in the metropolitan area, notify federal and state government law enforcement units, and don't forget to notify the New York Metropolitan Transportation Authority.The prisoner's name is Eric.Will, a Caucasian male, is in his fifties.There is a close-up photo of him at the prison registration station. What clothes is he wearing?The detective questioned Walls and her partner.The two police officers immediately tried to recall and provided some general descriptions. It doesn't matter at all, Sachs thought.He must be wearing completely different clothes now, he can transform into anyone.She turned her head and looked around, from here she could see four dark corridors and dozens of figures.These people include security guards, doormen and ordinary policemen, and maybe magicians.Maybe he has disguised himself as one of these people. At this point, however, she left the task of hunting down the criminals to the detective and turned to her area of ​​expertise.This crime scene was supposed to be just a routine, but now, it has become a matter of life and death.