There are many kinds of frustration, including failure after a lot of effort, blows encountered before taking action when you want to do something, and at the moment when you are about to succeed, the naughty guy of God suddenly made trouble and finally failed. However, the most frustrating thing about frustration is the comparison from other people.

Late at night, the mist in the bathroom was shining, and the water droplets sprayed from the shower washed over Julian's body, and water lines soon appeared on her body. Then, under the gradual coverage of hot water, Julian's body shone like a liquid in the bathroom light.

Julian is just in her early 30s this year. She has been hanging with the police station for many years and almost forgot that she is still a woman. The storm and hot days every day, accompanied by murderers and corpses, make her whole body gradually turn from youthful and beautiful to slowly become cold, and she slowly loses enthusiasm and feelings for the profession of police...

Gradually, under the control of Adam's brain, I no longer enrich myself.

The sound of water flowing made Julian fall into her thoughts. Without the pose of a woman in the shower, Julian lowered her head in the bathroom with the impact of the water flowing in the bathroom, and her long brown hair fell like wet paper. She was very depressed. When she held the wall with both hands and let the water droplets wash her body, her mind was full of chattering in the conference room on weekends.

Today was supposed to be the day when she regrouped and she was in charge of the homicide department to control the whole situation, but the result became a joke.

She had to admit that she didn't show off on the weekend. It was because of his appearance that the murder department, which was about to cause civil strife, was stabilized again... But she didn't feel any gratitude for helping to rescue the weekend. During the meeting, Julian felt her face hot and exuded heat. After following Adam for so many years, she never thought that she was inferior to a patrolman from a rural Texas.

Swish.

When Julian turned off the shower, the sprayed water droplets stopped, leaving only the hot water stored on the spray head slowly dripping. At this moment, Julian wrapped her bath towel and wrapped her hair with another bath towel, making her walk out of the bathroom like an Arab. She walked into the living room and lay on the sofa barefoot.

She is very tired.

Since the Cavaliers brought back more than 600 books from prison, he proudly said, "All books registered on Ted's loan list are here." In that second, Julian knew that the workload was absolutely small. If it weren't for the weekend, all the books recorded on the loan list were directly excluded. Only books related to fire, psychology, laws and regulations were left behind, I guess everyone would have to stay up all night to find clues today...

It's another weekend.

Why can he always stand up so calmly when the Homicide Department is in an unbreakable situation? It seems like the lubricant in the car. The entire department has never had such a smooth situation before he came to "assist in the investigation", especially during this period after Adam's death.

When, when, when, when.

When the knock on the door came, Julian stood up from the sofa with a lazy and reluctant face, and walked slowly to the door of the house where the curtains had been pulled: "Who is there?"

Julian remembered that the last boyfriend came to find her was a year ago. Since then, except for the express delivery, the door of this house has never sounded knocking...

"weekend."

When this answer appeared, Julie Abe was surprised. She couldn't figure out why she appeared at her doorstep on the weekend.

Click.

Julian, who opened the door, saw the weekend wearing casual clothes and holding at least a dozen books: "Are you?"

"It's very important, can you go in and talk about it?"

Hearing the weekend's words, Julian tilted his body slightly, and stepped in on the weekend's side, putting the book in his hand on the coffee table in the living room. When he turned his head, he found that Julian was still standing at the door, holding the door handle without any movement.

"I'm not the time to come?" After asking this on the weekend, I remembered something about etiquette: "Sorry, this matter is so important, so I came over without saying hello."

squeak……

Click.

Julian pushed up the door as lightly as possible, walked back to the living room under the attention of the weekend, sat back slowly to the weekend, looked at the books on the coffee table and said, "What have you found?"

The weekend in front of him was like a shining green light for Julian. He should have been dazzling, but he could only release a little bit of luster behind the light curtain of Adam. But Adam has left now, and at this time, the weekend began to appear on a brand new stage when he didn't even know it. Under the stage, Julian was completely surpassed by the superb performances on the weekend.

She was frustrated and couldn't even feel jealous, because the police industry is different from any other industry. No matter who you are or where you come from, you have to speak with your grades if you want to be convinced. Julian did not have her own grades, but when she looked at the weekend's resume, the cases and cases could be watched for a long time.

"I found some letters, and these letters have marked similar to '_(underline)' under them..."

Before he finished speaking on the weekend, Julian interrupted: "Ted wouldn't be so careless."

"I think so, but I still checked it. Even if I have a 99% chance of finding nothing." On the weekend, I randomly opened a book and opened the page that had folded the pages as a bookmark: "Did you see it? There are many letters left. I tried to combine them and could translate many meanings, but the most complete one..."

On the weekend, I took out a piece of paper in my pocket. The paper was folded randomly into a very small piece. After it was unfolded, the chaotic marks and the mixed letter combinations on it were full of dazzling things: "Here."

Julian followed the weekend finger and saw a small gap. In the gap, there was a sentence that said, "It's not an easy thing to accuse me, as long as I'm not dead yet."

"This is!"

Julian widened her eyes and took the paper from her weekend, looked at it carefully, and then opened the books without giving advice to the weekend, searching for the corresponding letters page by page. The subtitles on these books matched the ones written on the weekend!

Let’s look at the other meanings arranged and combined on the paper in my hand. Those meanings either lack some letters to form corresponding words, or some words that have nothing to do with the case. The only sentence that can attract the police attention is just this.

"We're being fooled?" Julian asked as she looked at the weekend.

He shook his head over the weekend and said, "It can't be said that he was being fooled..."

"Ted must have planned it. He knows what he will do after he is released from prison, and knows where the police will find it." The weekend turned his head and looked at Julian and said, "Is there any water?"

"Yes." Julian went to the kitchen to get a bottle of beer and walked out. She didn't care what she wanted on the weekend, and was only more interested in the subsequent development.

I was stunned for a moment on the weekend, but when I remembered the habits of the Americans, I could only open the beer cover, take a sip of it and said with a soothing voice: "Since Ted knows everything, why do I have to leave a single letter in so many books as clues? Why not circle some words in one book? This is even more difficult to find. Unless we encounter that book directly like a great fortune, we have to look for a long time."

Julian never considered this problem. In her worldview, it was not a hundred thousand reasons to investigate the case, but to leave all the difficult and complicated diseases to Adam to solve. In this case, when he said these things on the weekend, Julian felt that she seemed to be downgraded again...

However, the weekend did not give her time to fall into frustration again, and continued: "I have imagined Ted's emotions when he did this. According to Ted's conviction and no complaints, he showed annoyance and frustration because he was convicted of the situation and the dismissal of parole. He was completely different from normal people. So, do you think this change-state is a situation where he smiles while leaving underlines for these single letters? Perhaps, in his mind, he was fantasizing about the police's expression of annoyance and extreme anger when he found these things. Maybe he would be amused by this idea..."

"Chou?" Julian suddenly jumped out of the case. She felt that everything analyzed on the weekend was extremely terrifying: "Now is not a joke. The sentence you spelled cannot be written by a person with a smile on his face no matter what."

"Of course not." The answer was answered without feeling anything on the weekend: "The change-up is a state of mind, but it treats these as games."

"He wiped nine people's necks and was not caught. It is possible that he felt lonely in this situation. Have you ever thought that Ted was in prison and was really wronged? Only when he was wronged can he touch the excitement line in the brain nerves because someone played with him."

"f-u-c-k—temptation!" Julian looked at the weekend in disbelief, with an unthinkable smell in her eyes.
Chapter completed!