Sha Qing

EP51 White House Orientation

"I don't think he's doing well ... Should we call a doctor?" Elaine looked away from the monitor and asked her colleague Haydn. She was a gentle and quiet French-haired blonde. Her pure blue eyes were mottled, and now she had hidden worries.

She felt that the colleagues present had reached some consensus, which may be a hint from above, or a private agreement, but it was illegal and humanitarian-free. They could not turn a blind eye to the scaly wounds of a suspect who had just been caught, as if the bruises, lacerations, blood stains, and suspected fractures were completely absent.

Even a condemned prisoner can enjoy the right to life before execution. A little cold and jail will send a doctor to treat him, not to mention that he was only a suspect before the court decision came into effect! Why didn't he let him go to the doctor? Elaine thought glumly.

"I think it's better if you don't care about this," Haydn replied briefly. He seemed eager to avoid the issue, but the girl he was looking at with persistence and enthusiasm made him quickly defeat, and whispered her to his desk. "He is not an ordinary suspect. Do you know who he is?"

"Yes, I know." Elaine was dampened by the tense atmosphere and lowered her voice. "The guy in charge of the case only said that he was suspected of at least twelve intentional killings, but everyone knew that he was hanging on The serial killer killer on the federal wanted list-'Kill the Blue!' "

"Then you should know who caught him."

"I heard that it was Leo Lawrence, the head of the Criminal Division of the headquarters. What's more amazing is that he caught him by the way when he cracked another big case."

"Very well, Eileen, I know you are a smart girl. Now please tell me, if you are the head of the bureau, you are going to praise a backbone agent who has done two great works in succession. Or was he punished for a minor offense such as a suspect who was caught off guard? "

Elaine looked a little bit enlightened.

Haydn boldly patted her waist and comforted, "Now you understand why everyone said nothing, just in case this was spread-no one wants to offend the future office director. Gaudi fast Retired, and Leo is his favorite officer, and the recommendation letter attached to his departure report is still very convincing. "

Elaine nodded and said, "I understand ... but I have to call a doctor to see, what if he dies in the conversation room?"

Haydn retorted immediately: "But he killed the youth, how could he die so easily! Do you know how many heinous serial killers he has killed?" Ghoul "Park Road Butcher` `Oregon Night Devils` `Rose Slayer '' And a pair of professional police killers ... "

"Hey, wait!" Elian called a colleague who stopped at Rujia, said a little surprised: "Are you also his, uh, a fan?"

Haydn glanced around and smiled a little awkwardly.

"It's great to work together for so long. In addition to work, we finally have a common topic." Yilian said happily.

Haydn's heart moved: What does this mean? Did he get a valuable opportunity? "If possible, let's have time to talk tomorrow at noon and have lunch together?" He asked cautiously.

After getting Elian's permission, he was so excited that he stood up and made two laps. He wanted to hold the monitor and kiss the suspect killer in the picture. Oh, if this can help him make a girlfriend, he is even willing to take the risk of offending future bosses and sneakily call a doctor.

Caleb and another agent were worried in front of the wall. According to the rules, they had to take pictures and fingerprints of the suspects, but this has never happened before. They couldn't let a suspect who couldn't stand up stand against the wall with his name tag. Even if two people were holding him, he couldn't measure his height.

And the other person's face and body were covered with blood. They didn't receive any notice about washing or anything. What if those blood were evidence? But fingerprints must use blue ink instead of blood fingerprints, which is also a requirement.

Can anyone tell them clearly that this obviously had to be sent directly to the emergency room, instead of splattering blood on the floor and walls so that the FBI office was like a suspect at the murder scene, what should they do with him?

While hesitating, the savior finally arrived. He pushed in the door and came in a brown-haired and green-eyed agent. From the chest nameplate, he was higher than them. "Sir ..." Caleb looked at him in embarrassment.

The latecomers waved their hands, motioned them to go out first, then took a few steps forward, squatting down by the wall.

"Hi Rob." The suspect sitting on the floor against the wall greeted casually.

Rob sighed silently, "What do I call you, Bi Qing, or kill?"

"Kill it. Li Biqing has someone else. I should give him back the fake name."

Rob was silent for a moment and said, "Can we have a good talk on the table and chairs, don't make this dying look to tease the rookie, I know your injury is much lighter than it looks, Leo is a heavy hand, But no killer. "

Sha Qing laughed, got up and sat down at the table. Although the movement was slow, it was not difficult. "It's a pity that even if you don't want to send me to the hospital, you can see that the federal government does not take human rights as much as it promotes."

"We can't run the risk of being escaped by you, you know, you are a heavyweight to the entire judicial community." Rob said, pushing in front of him the paper and pen printed with Miranda's warning, "Usually We will try to seduce the suspect to give up the right to silence and set up the necessary evidence in the absence of the lawyer. But I don't want to make a circle with you like I do with other people. I suggest you don't sign on it until the lawyer comes Speak, and try not to use government-appointed lawyers. "

"That's a bit of a hassle. I don't have a personal lawyer, and I don't plan to contribute to the renovation of a lawyer's new villa. Since it's free, why not use it? But thank you for your reminder." Thoughtfully answer.

Rob suddenly felt annoyed as donkey liver and lungs. For the young man in front of him, he always holds a certain amount of affection among friends. Even now that he knows the true identity of the other person, the bits and pieces of the previous time are still as clear as yesterday, making him unable to resolutely revert the past like Leo. Emotional severance-maybe because he was not the party and did not pay enough, the pain was not so deep.

The thought of Leo returning to the bureau after handing over the task, he took leave and left him all the follow-up parts. He has not shown up to now. Rob's expression can't help but dim, throwing an annoyed and contradictory sentence: "With you Anyway, the conviction and sentencing are 100% impossible to escape, and no lawyer can defend you innocently. You should be glad that the federal government is suing you. The federal government has no death penalty. "

Shaoqing shrugged indifferently. "I never put hope on others, especially those lawyers who are profitable. As for the federal government, it is indeed the strongest opponent I have encountered in my life ... Well, even if I can't win it, I will Give it a try, can it be done? "

Rob was so angry that he pushed up the table and stood up, feeling that he could understand Leo's mood now-this guy is just a sharp knife without a handle. Whoever holds and who cuts his hands is completely judged by the gentle and elegant image of Li Biqing. If two people.

He hated his teeth, and wanted to turn his head away, never mind anything about this bastard, but sadly found that even so, the temperature of the feeling of love in his heart still remained. In the end, he couldn't help but remind him: "Remember to consult the lawyer carefully about the content of the plea bargain." Then he opened the door and went out.

The two previous agents were still waiting outside the door, Rob ordered: "Call a few medical staff, give him treatment, clean and change clothes, and follow the procedure."

"Sent to the MCC (Federal Detention Center) tonight, or wait for tomorrow morning?" Caleb asked in detail. Facing the legendary super killer, he was actually so nervous just now that he was shaking his hands, and he kept holding the camera to ease this mood.

Rob glanced helplessly at the rookie newcomer, and decided to add a "recruitment of newly recruited staff to further professional training, especially in terms of psychological endurance" in the annual proposal.

"Do not send to MCC, do you want to send it to your house for the night?" He asked sternly.

The other face was ashamed, "Hug, sir ... I'll call the doctor now."

This is a 20-storey high-rise building located in New York City. Off-white walls and diamond-shaped exteriors are interspersed among countless high-rise buildings. Only by carefully looking at the rows of slightly smaller windows and the dense steel fence that sees inside the brown glass, can you feel that this is a special place that holds thousands of people-the Federal Metropolitan Detention Center.

Its official abbreviated name is MCC, but prisoners generally refer to it as "white house". As one of New York's most important federal detention centers, almost all of the pending prisoners are held here to facilitate trials in nearby federal courts.

At 11:30 in the night, the escorted vehicle entered the spacious front court of the MCC. The two suspects in shackles were escorted by several FBI agents and got out of the vehicle. They were handed over to the prison guards in the detention center.

"Hi, Kim." A prison guard signed the list and asked with a smile: "Is the last ticket for today, what is it?"

The small Korean detective raised his chin toward one of the strong Hispanic men with a shawl, a beard, a shawl: "Fifth Street member, suspected of drug trafficking, kidnapping, extortion."

Hispanic turned his head and grinned at them.

Scum. The prison officer identified in his stomach and pointed with a pen at another suspect standing further away: "What about that?"

It was an Asian young man with a slender figure, slightly thin, and his face was indistinguishable from the shadows of the night and the backlight. I saw medical gauze on his forehead, and the wrists exposed from the clothes were entangled with bandages on the ankles. Light, but still with double shackles, was held tightly by two agents, a prudent look that was afraid he would break the iron chain and fly away.

"I don't know about this." Jin shrugged. "The guy is supervised by a special person. The related files are A-class confidential. It is estimated that he doesn't want to disclose his identity too soon. You know, the media is always pervasive, and they can be used as The gun will naturally turn the gun head and knock you down. "

"That's right, we are also fed up with the noisy journalists and various human rights organizations that are blocking the door of the prison." The prison guard sympathetically said, returning the signed list to him.

Immediately, a small team of prison guards came forward and escorted the two new suspects.

The imprisonment procedure is step by step, just like frozen fish on the assembly line. After filling a bunch of forms and entering a white room, the prison guard used a routine tone to say, "Undress and light."

Hispanic slicked the whole body and turned to look at the young Asians who were undressing, showing off and provocatively shaking the muscular chest and arm muscles of the bodybuilding coach, with obvious contempt in his eyes.

The Asian young man ignored him, and silently changed into the underwear and brown one-piece prison clothes prepared by the detention center, and tied the middle row of buttons with one grain.

Hispanics interpreted his silence and avoidance as fear and became more proud.

A prison guard packed their changed clothes and all their belongings in a cardboard box, and the young Asian man suddenly said, "Sorry, sir, can I bring that amulet?"

"what?"

He pointed to a short silver-gray chain with a metal tag hanging in the box. "This is an important amulet opened by the master of the religion I believe in."

The gray-haired prison guard picked up the metal chain for a moment, and saw no clue in the weird patterns and patterns. He doubted: "I have seen wearing a cross, a pentagram, and a small Buddha. What religion is this? of?"

The young Asian man smiled slightly and said in Chinese: "Tantric Kagyu."

He repeated it in English again, the syllables resembling alien languages, and the old prison guard rolled his eyes, until the other party's concise summary: "a certain branch of Buddhism" did not show a clear expression.

According to regulations, prisoners, including unresolved prisoners, are allowed to wear religious ornaments. There were also bad-tempered prison guards who trampled off the prisoner's religious ornaments. As a result, the prisoner's lawyers seized the handle, and united religious organizations to "hinder the freedom of belief" The prison went to court, which made the prison very passive. After that, it was even more careful about religious beliefs. Even the prayer blankets for Islamic prisoners were provided by the public.

The old prison guard did not find any danger of the short chain and the small brand, so he returned it to him, and said quite humanely: "The Buddha bless you."

"Bless you, too," the young Asian man answered politely, with an elegant look and a peaceful look, as if harmless to humans and animals.

The carton was sealed with tape, and the paper was affixed to the suspect's home. Hispanics reported a list of addresses, but the Asian youth shook his head.

"Home address?" The old guard asked.

"No."

"Then fill in relatives and friends."

The young Asian man thought about it and wrote an address: Apartment 103, No. 103 East 86th Street, Manhattan, New York, collected by Leo Lawrence.

Imagine what the black-haired detective would look like when he opened the parcel and found his underwear and belongings after opening it ... He couldn't help but laughed playfully.

When another suspect saw his smile, his gaze added a bit of mischief, and he muttered in Spanish, "Your **** will be **** / fucked, white face."

"Shut up and follow us." The prison guards waiting beside them re-cuffed them.

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