"Send Enrique to the hospital right away."

After Lawrence and his partner ran up, he quickly said this on the weekend, and then suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't worry, I promise Matthew won't show up before you come back."

After hearing the second sentence of the weekend, Lawrence, who was a little petty, finally felt relieved. He endured the unpleasant smell and held up Enrique's arms and dragged his legs from the house.

At that time, there was a criminal who was a judge, a patient who was a policeman, a revolver and a Glock 22, and a pool of black blood on the ground.

"Am I arrested?"

Erkov lay on the ground and said quietly, but he did not get up.

After not speaking on the weekend, I reached out and picked up the revolver on the ground, and then took away the women's bag that should belong to Erkov on the floor. After checking, there was nothing in the bag.

Under the dim light, I sat on the bed with these things on the weekend, a single bed.

"Erkov is finally relieved, don't worry about me pestering him..." Erkov seemed to be sighing.

"Stop pretending."

I made a statement on the weekend. The time of the conversation seemed very abrupt, and Erkov didn't finish it, but he didn't speak loudly, and it didn't seem like he was drinking at all.

"Pack?"

Erkov sat up and looked at the weekend with a frown.

On the weekend, I put the revolver in my hand beside the bed, stared at the other party, and said quietly: "Are you sure you want me to say everything?"

"What are you talking about?"

Erkov's eyes became cold, and his voice became a little thicker without realizing it.

The rain outside the window stopped, and the cold air entered the room along the window. On the weekend, he unconsciously reached out and pulled the windbreaker, and then said calmly: "You are just pretending. The whole plan is in progress since killing two Interior Department investigators in Alaska."

Weekend analyzed like an analytical expert: "Am I wrong? Why didn't you refute me?"

"Or, are you considering me with your superior IQ?"

His shadow covered his face, and the darkness that no one could see on weekdays appeared in front of Erkov. The murderous Koshazhan, who was holding a pistol in his hand, completely restored his true face at this moment. There was no need to hide anything more!

"From the moment Wood was killed, I was wondering about one thing: was the murderer of the 'Police Killing Case' or a person who was extremely smart. If he was a fool, he would naturally have no scruples after the death of an investigator in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Wood's death was natural. What if he was very smart?" The weekend's eyes moved away from Erkov's face. Looking at the blood on the ground, he said: "What did the murderer want to do? How could he be so stupid that he continued to kill people after knowing that a case that would anger the government appeared?"

The weekend was very relaxed, really relaxed. This time he didn't have any tension in facing the murderer. Even he didn't know why this happened. But this is what he feels now. It's like when a grown-up adult is playing the former "Super Mario". He will not be upset about failure, nor will he be excited about success.

His worldview and acceptance ability have all changed.

"You stumped me. This is not the last time I stumped me, Erkov, you stumped me many times when handling your case. So I stored this problem in my mind and continued to be my policeman."

"Then it was Justin's case. Your method of committing the crime changed. You used your IQ and EQ that could crush Justin to force him to the blind spot of the psychological framework. Before he died, he began to fight fate, and eventually... lost at the feet of fate. You won. You won beautifully, and then leave."

"At that time, in order to find your trace, I and the entire Homicide Department almost searched the forest there. When you appeared in front of us, the excitement controlled us, and no one would doubt the clue that they had worked hard to get."

Erkov was about to open his mouth as he listened to everything he said on the weekend, but he interrupted him again: "I haven't finished it yet."

"At that time, we found a bloody jacket at Justin's crime scene, and this is the only clue."

"Then it was Preston. Seeing Preston's body, I was trapped in a mystery and didn't know where to start. Erkov, to be honest, I still haven't figured out what method you used to conduct a 'two-way trial' in Preston, but this time, I didn't care at all."

"In the end, we went to your office. We had experienced eighty-one difficulties before we touched the suspect... Looking at your expression, you probably couldn't understand what ninety-one difficulties meant. It doesn't matter. I'll explain it to you later. Now, listen to me first. Erkov, I've been enduring these words for half a month. You must let me say them, otherwise I will suffocate to death."

I was breathing relaxed on the weekend, with a little joy on my face, just a little bit.

"After finding you, your information will naturally appear in front of us. During the surveillance of you, your misery will be revealed bit by bit. I checked, your wife is still alive, your daughter is indeed dead, the black policeman who killed your daughter is still in prison until now, everything we found is true." On the weekend, he turned his head and looked at Erkov again: "According to the plot of American dramas, at this time, you should be captured by us. A miserable story is revealed to the world, and everyone is sighing and sighing about the ruthless world and the vicissitudes of fate."

"I didn't, to be honest, not at all."

"Because, I have a problem. Although this problem is almost thrown away by me during the expansion, the awakening after making a wrong judgment has made me pick up this problem again."

"Evidence. I began to believe in evidence again. It is more reliable than my IQ, my reasoning, and my insights."

Erkov was quiet and no longer in a hurry to interrupt. He sat on the ground and faced with the weekend, one looked up and the other was chatting.

"Do you know where you lost?"

"evidence."

"No matter how smart a person is, he will be secretive in front of evidence."

I sighed and smiled at the weekend, as if I was sorry for Erkov: "It's just a little bit, just a little bit you beat me and the whole world. But you have no chance."

After saying this on the weekend, Erkov finally spoke and repeated: "What the hell are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" On the weekend, it seemed like I was watching another person pretending to be stupid: "Don't you understand?"
Chapter completed!