bump!

When a muffled sound came from the door, Catherine, who was tied to a chair, suddenly raised her head, and the expectation in her eyes and the extreme horror on her face shared the same face...

"Don't move around, this is a man's game. ◇↓◇↓ Novel.￥f"

Ted's voice came from behind her, and the sunlight leaking from the cracks in the wooden-clad window just illuminated the scalpel at her throat, and the extremely sharp lancet happened to be pinching the other person's hand.

bump!!

Another loud bang came. Catherine watched the door with her own eyes, and then kicked the door lock and opened it and bounced back. The moment the sun shone through the crack of the door, a man's feet penetrated into the room along with inertia. Then, he rushed in with a step, aimed at the room with guns in both hands and said, "Let her go!"

Before the voice could be finished, another man in a black suit rushed in with a pistol: "You - Mom - let go of the knife!"

"Hey, bitch-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The moment when Justin rushed in on weekends, the room was filled with Justin's shouts. It's not that he was not calm enough. These words were putting psychological pressure on the hostage-holding bandits. Only when the other party thought that hurting the hostage would have unimaginable serious consequences would he be afraid of this behavior, and this would make the negotiation opportunity appear.

Generally speaking, the bandits who hold hostages should cooperate with the police's yelling, shouting wildly like a quarrel, "You quit!", "Otherwise I will kill her immediately!", but the person in front of him was so calm that he squatted behind the chair with Catherine tied to him, and only one hand was stuck on the other person's shoulder, and his body was completely hidden behind the chair, and he had no intention of comparing his voice with them.

"Hey, that Latino, you go out."

Ted's words made Justin stunned for a long time. He felt like he was expelled from his master in the other party's office or home.

"Take his gun away by the way."

Justin looked back at the weekend and didn't understand the situation: "Why do you think I, he - mom - should listen to you?" He curled his lips and a disdainful expression appeared on his face.

"I'll kill her, no joke."

Over the weekend, he reached out and handed the Glock 22 in his hand, and responded in words: "As he said, this bastard's joys and anger are different from normal people. We can't irritate him."

Justin, who slowly reached out to take the weekend's gun, was very suspicious of the decision of the weekend. After looking back and forth, he put away the Glock 22. At this moment, Ted opened his mouth again: "There is still a gun." The low and steady voice did not reveal any panic. It seemed that everything was expected.

"I'm not a f-boy, who would give me a gun?" said a try-and-seeker on the weekend.

Ted indeed said without showing any joy and anger: "Who knows?"

He took off his shirt on the weekend, proving that there was absolutely no other one except one holster on his body. Then he started playing with his trouser legs, proving that he had no guns tied to his calves and then stood there and said, "You are looking for me, how about putting her?"

"I don't have a gun on my body, I'm still a policeman. People outside will definitely be more concerned about me... I'll be your hostage." When I said this on the weekend, I didn't feel good or evil. It was like a professional physiological reaction.

Ted smiled: "Will you be more expensive than the daughter of the deputy director of the police station?"

He knows!

His eyes suddenly widened on the weekend. He always thought Ted didn't know that Catherine was Matthew's daughter. Now, the situation is completely different.

"Handsome Latino guy, have you bought a ticket?" He meant he didn't really want anyone to watch the show here.

When Justin heard this, when he couldn't think of a better way, he turned around and walked out, facing the sun that was not particularly dazzling in the afternoon.

...

"What happened inside?"

"How did you find this? Is Ted here?"

Just as Justin walked out of a warehouse-like house in the courtyard, a police car belonging to the Western Division was parked at the back door of the house. Carl and Leonova, wearing police uniforms, got off the car and asked anxiously. They also wanted to know if there was a result of this matter.

But before he could say everything in person, he had to sort out his thoughts...for example, starting with a crazy rush on the weekend...

Fifteen minutes ago, on the weekend, he stood motionless like a stone statue. At that time, Justin thought this guy had been hit and decadent, but after a call, he seemed to be activated instantly and began to ask if there were any disabled people living in this area.

To be honest, Justin couldn't understand the behavior of the weekend, and what he couldn't understand was that when the second call entered the weekend's cell phone, the guy actually melted his face, and the excitement as if the corners of his eyes were beating, letting Justin, one meter away, clearly feel it!

"I found him!" This was what he said on the weekend. Then he didn't leave any time for Justin to think about it and started running wildly. While running wildly, he called Carl to report the location. So the two of them appeared here.

Justin could not think of who called the phone number, but he knew clearly on the weekend that the second call was the result of John's investigation, who had been out for several hours.

John said, 'The courier found it, and the address to pick it up was downstairs of Chekov's house.' This was a key clue, which quickly denied the assumption that Ted had escaped.

People are insecure. No matter who holds a person hostage, what he wants to do next, he will choose a safe place. Who will put the unconscious pregnant woman in the car and drive the car to a nearby mail? Will the unconscious pregnant woman in the car attract the attention of others? Will his car leave clues under road surveillance? Once the police have a license plate, all the surveillance on the road can follow him closely like a soul-seeking life!

The only reasonable explanation for this behavior is that Ted has already placed Catherine first and is sure that she will not wake up before she completes her next move, so that he can appear downstairs of Chekov's house and send an email at such a location that is enough to humiliate the Los Angeles police.

This is the main reason why no one around saw anyone holding a pregnant woman in the car, because that car didn't exist!

With this inference and the barking of the dogs obtained by enhancing the sound from the DVD, it can be determined immediately on the weekend that Ted was hiding in the home of a nearby resident who had a dog. At this time, when he cooperated with the address given by Matthew, the only thing he needed to confirm was that the disabled person who kept a dog was dead.

So, after confirming the clues on the weekend, he began to rush towards the house, so he dared to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard of the house, smash the glass on the door of the house, open the door lock and break in directly!

And what he saw at that moment was just as he thought, on the floor of the room was a man with obvious muscle atrophy on his legs, one lay in a pool of blood, and there was a dead man beside him who was crying in a low voice. Around the pool of blood, there was a wheelchair.

I knew on the weekend that Ted would not run, so he would have run away long ago. What are you doing with mail? He must have a next plan after he held Catherine hostage, and that plan takes time... Perhaps, the cooperation of the police is required.

...

In the small room like a warehouse, he stood at the door of the weekend and watched Ted hiding behind Catherine frowned slightly. He couldn't think of what kind of backhand Ted was leaving.

"How much more time do you need?"

He asked a question, and when he couldn't think of it, he asked directly.

Ted whispered, "Wait a minute."

Laptop!

On the weekend, I saw a light flashing behind the chair with Catherine tied to it. The light illuminated Ted's position. When I followed the connection line connected to my laptop and followed it with my eyes, I suddenly saw the dv hanging in the corner of the wall in the room... This bastard... Could it be...

"Don't worry, I've checked the perspective and can take pictures of the panoramic view here, but it won't work if it's a little bit off."

I understand all the weekend!

Wifi can provide a network for laptops. With a DV connection on the computer, Ted has a picture... He didn't kill Catherine for live broadcasts, and he didn't run for live broadcasts. He also made fake footprints at the scene of Catherine's disappearance, so as to make time to make fake footprints at the scene of Catherine's disappearance, in order to make the number of people who can watch this live broadcast ferment.
Chapter completed!