After spring comes, Gabor Café set up a few umbrellas and round tables outside the store, which can attract many guests who like to enjoy the city scenery while drinking coffee. In fact, most of the cafés in La like to do this, especially in spring and summer.

That's how Charlotte was attracted. She liked to sit leisurely and watch others run around in this busy city. At this time, if there was something newspaper or information on hand that could reflect a comfortable posture, and a cup of macchiato was placed on the table, it would be great. Of course, you can't forget to wear a black gauze skirt and let the breeze slowly lift the corners of the black gauze skirt at her ankles, revealing her white, smooth calves as snow as smooth as milk.

She is like this now, but she is not holding a newspaper, but a information she has been forced to archive for a long time and has never thought of for a long time.

At this time, a BM car parked there was a reflection of sunlight on the road across the street. She sat in the car on weekends as nervous as Brother Chu. Today he was going to carry out Dr. Johnson's treatment plan, which was to find a woman who interested him to chat and experience the subtle happiness between men and women.

I understood Dr. Johnson's good intentions over the weekend. He had been in love more than once. He knew the joy that men could hardly control when they first got together. It felt very magical and didn't have to do anything. Sometimes just sitting together and saying some imaginations that both parties didn't believe in at all can make people dizzy. Or this is also Johnson's original intention. The mutual attraction between men and women will naturally make people express emotions, which is much gentler than taking medicine and self-control treatment.

Can……

The weekend thought it was not too difficult to make him struggling repeatedly, after all, this is not a date. The lack of traction - sex - theory - impulsive courage will make guilt linger on your head, creating a kind of timidity that only a little boy will have... like a deception with impure purpose.

bump.

After opening the car door, I looked around and looked around on the weekend. Even though my eyes had already set my eyes on a beautiful woman wearing a black gauze dress under the parasol, I still didn't take a step forward.

"Please add a cup of coffee for me."

Charlotte stretched out his right index finger and middle finger slightly without looking up. Her hair hanged slightly along her right eye. The long pendant earrings on her ears showed another feeling when the short hair was not covered.

She found that this police star named Weekend was very interesting. She first solved the major case as a small town patrolman, and then transferred to Los Angeles to make unpredictable results one after another. She also became a police star, like a guy who was favored by God so much that he would even think of him in his dreams.

Just as Charlotte's mouth was slightly raised and someone else's elusive smile appeared, a figure slowly covered her shoulders in the sun.

She slowly turned around and took a look, and happened to see her standing there against the light, as if she saw the only darkness in the sun: "Are you always used to appearing so quietly behind others?"

Charlotte showed no surprises.

I frowned at the weekend and noticed something and said as if I was: "When no one takes my information to watch word by word like enjoying the scenery, I won't."

"Yeah." Charlotte closed the information and stood up slowly, without any embarrassment after being caught. He smiled downwards with his lips, as if he had a smile on his mind about the weekend and said, "Officer Zhou. Do you have time? I want to talk to you... Oh. Introduce yourself..."

"Charlotte Lambert, we've seen it, while recording the show."

On the weekend, I found that the woman in front of me had changed, at least completely different from when I saw her. He looked at the other person's eyes and held the white hand, shook it twice before splitting apart.

"Please sit down." Charlotte said bluntly: "I went to the police station to find you, but the person told me that you are on vacation. By the way, they seemed to have encountered some problems. I saw a group of unfriendly guys being released from the police station. Pablo called the leader, Doco, yes, that's the name."

"Don't worry about them. The Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department has the ability to deal with these things." She sat down slowly over the weekend, and turned around and left after watching the waiter refill Charlotte: "Talk about the important matter, why are you holding my information?"

This was not an accident. I had never been able to overcome the hurdle in my heart. I finally made up my mind to come over and talk to you for a second, but I found that the other party was taking his own information to evaluate it. This psychological gap was almost reflected on my face in an instant.

"The information was given to me by my father." Charlotte did not hide it.

He pointed to the file over the weekend and said, "Your father has the right to give the information in the file bag inside his comrade to his daughter?"

"He has investigated your case and used your case as a case lecture. It can be said that my father gave Joe the confidence to solve the case when Adam was killed in Cecil Hotel."

Charlotte Lambert? Criminal psychologist Lambert? Lambert in the Homicide Report?

I never thought that this name was so close to me on the weekend. I used his report when I caught Ted...

"You said, you went to the police station to find me. Is there anything wrong?"

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

The cell phone placed on the round table vibrated at this moment, and Charlotte's expression that he didn't know how to explain also turned into attention to the cell phone: "Sorry." She picked up the cell phone and answered the phone first.

Zhou Zui watched the woman become more anxious little by little. Finally, she suddenly interrupted the other party and said, "Hey, Jisty, don't worry, I'll be back soon." After saying this, Charlotte looked up at Zhou Zui and said, "Officer Zhou, can you help take me home? Something happened to my sister."

Suddenly, anxiety hung on Charlotte's face. When he saw this expression on the weekend, he asked, "What happened?"

"Roger wants to kill Jisty."

Charlotte's face was covered in a vagina, as if he had said something very ordinary.

"What a joke? Are you sure it wouldn't be better to call the police?" The weekend was completely unable to understand Charlotte's expression.

Charlotte, who didn't dare to delay for a minute, quickly picked up the handbag he placed on his seat, and at the same time he started to pay the coffee from his bag with his other hand: "Absolutely not possible. Officer Zhou, didn't you ask me why I was looking for you? I promise, you will know everything when you arrive at my house."

There was no desire on Charlotte's face, but such requests were simply unavoidable for the police. On the weekend, there was no way to ignore the upcoming murder scene: "My car is opposite." He said so.

When the car appeared in front of a detached house two streets away on the weekend, he saw some trees planted around him. Judging from these trees, their area should be the area where the middle class gathered. The general environment in the United States is like this. If you see a house surrounded by a pile of trees and vegetation, and the surrounding scenery is picturesque, it must be the residence of rich people; if you see houses and trees around you, it looks pleasing to the eye, the residents of this place should have some money; if you see houses everywhere and there are no trees, like the area like the Gerag family in "The Shameless", the people living in that place will be much worse than others.

“It’s here.”

After the car stopped, Charlotte almost opened the car door and rushed down. On the weekend, he thought the situation was critical and didn't even have time to lock the car. He took out his gun and followed it to the house. When Charlotte took out the key and opened the door lock, he didn't know what kind of world he was going to enter next.

Click.

The door lock was twisted by Charlotte and the second time the door was slowly pushed open, the first thing he saw on the weekend was the porch. Charlotte was already shouting at this time: "Jesti, Roger!" while walking towards the second floor, but at this time a boy appeared at the door on the side of the porch, who was fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Oh, Roger!"

Charlotte exclaimed as if frightened: "What the hell did you do?" She turned around and turned back from the stairs.

Seeing this, I finally understood on the weekend. No wonder Charlotte never answered any of his questions along the way back. There is really no way to answer such questions.

The fourteen-year-old Roger's left cuffs were stained with blood. There were almost seven or eight centimeters long wounds on the back of his hand. Under such pain, he actually looked at Charlotte with an incomprehensible look on his face, with a smile on his face: "Hey, Charlotte." He said hello.

Over the weekend, I looked at Roger's blood-stained yellow T-shirt and looked at his right slippers dyed red by the blood. No matter how I looked at this, I felt that Roger was filled with a sense of silence that no one could resist.

"oh-s—h—i—t." Charlotte ran to the bathroom in a panic and took out a brown bath towel and wrapped it on Roger's hand. At the same time, he shouted: "Jisty! Where are you!!"

When the sound fell, he seemed to feel someone touching the gun in his hand on the weekend. This almost shocked him. He shook his hand and avoided the touch. When he twisted his body and swung his fist, he actually looked at it at a glance, which means that there was no one within the parallel range of sight. He had to lower his head to see a figure.

There was a little girl standing behind her weekend. The little girl was so beautiful. Her big eyes, round face, and her hair was dense and thick, and her white doll gauze skirt was just opposite to Charlotte's black gauze skirt. Even if she packed this girl into a gift box now, she would probably be bought as a Barbie doll.

"Jisty, are you okay?" Charlotte saw the weekend's movement and found the little girl, so he quickly asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." The little girl didn't even raise her head, her eyes were set on the gun and she didn't move her eyes at all.

When Charlotte heard this, he immediately walked over Roger and carefully examined Jisty and found no scars on his body. He was relieved: "Official Zhou, can you lend me the car and help me see these two little guys? Roger needs to go to the hospital..."

"Hey?" Charlotte interrupted just after he spoke an exclamation over the weekend: "I'll be back soon. Before that, don't tell the police what's going on here."

Buzz...Charlotte drove away.
Chapter completed!