Screenwriter Mystery

"I hate investigating disappearances."

New York, Manhattan.

Two men in suits got out of the car, and one of the white FBI looked up at the dilapidated surroundings of the apartment.

His eyes fell on the monitor of the street lamp not far away, and then he said to his colleague: "Don't forget to remind the people in the monitoring room of the police station to call up the monitor video of this time."

"The premise is that the monitor is still functioning properly, not broken for no reason"

Following his colleague's gaze, another FBI agent also looked up at the location of the monitor, shrugged and replied.

"This is New York, and the city government has enough money to keep these cameras running."

Based on differences in state regulations and fiscal revenue, the maintenance of police force varies from one state to another.

Hearing his colleague's answer, the FBI agent who spoke up shrugged noncommittally.

Looking down at the archives in his hand, he quickly locked a nearby apartment.

"According to the address information provided by the reporter, it should be here..."

…

George, at home.

Detective Zhou glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

Immediately, he looked back at the missing girlfriend in front of him, and asked with a serious expression.

"Ma'am, has George ever had a conflict or dispute with anyone in his usual work or life?"

"No, I've said it before, George has a good relationship with everyone, he likes to make jokes, but he doesn't annoy people because he…"

Shaking his head, he repeated what he had just said to Amanda to Agent Zhou in front of him.

Tuk Tuk!

She opened her mouth and was about to ask Detective Zhou to find her missing boyfriend.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside, forcing her to stop her words, and opened the door under Detective Zhou's eyes.

"Hello ma'am, we are FBI agents..."

Looking at the faces that appeared behind the door, the white man quickly took out his credentials and introduced himself.

"There are a few questions that I want to ask, and I hope you can cooperate with our investigation."

"FBI?"

At the door, hearing the white man's self-introduction, the face of the missing person's girlfriend suddenly showed a confused expression.

"I can understand your doubts at the moment, ma'am. Regarding the more detailed situation, I will give you a more detailed explanation in the subsequent investigation."

Aware of the doubts on the woman's face, the FBI agent mistakenly thought that the other party was surprised at why the FBI agent was investigating the disappearance case, and immediately explained.

"I'm not weird about this, it's just, the FBI agent..."

"Why are there so many FBI agents investigating a disappearance?"

At the door, the girlfriend of the missing George, looked back at the detective Zhou and others in the house, and the doubts in his tone became more obvious.

There is no doubt that the identity used in Amanda's investigation is also an FBI agent.

"So many FBI agents?!"

Hear the surprise in the voice of the missing person's girlfriend.

The two FBI agents at the door immediately glanced at each other, they put their hands on the gun handles behind their waists, and at the same time warned the missing girlfriend at the door: "Ma'am, please keep your movements, open the door and step back. to a safe place."

Hearing the FBI agent's warning, especially noticing their vigilant actions, the expression on George's girlfriend's face immediately became flustered, and he subconsciously followed the FBI agent's command to open the door, and then saw The two FBI agents at the door took out their pistols, pointed them at everyone in the house, and loudly warned: "Now, everyone is not allowed to move!"

Inside the house, as early as the knock on the door rang, two FBI agents introduced themselves to the girlfriend of the missing person.

Detective Zhou already knew that their identities had been exposed.

Therefore, at the same time as the FBI pulled out a gun to warn the police.

The BSI people in the room also took out their pistols without hesitation, forming a dangerous confrontation with the FBI at the door.

"Put down your weapon, get down, put your hands on your head!"

…

"I'm coming!"

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Looking at the dangerous form on the broken panel of the system, Zhao Yuan stopped the movement of his hand and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Even just through the screen of the system, he could feel the tense atmosphere of the scene.

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But unexpectedly.

In Zhao Yuan's hands, the touch from the top of his head suddenly stopped.

[Voodoo Doll] raised his eyes formed by red buttons, tilted his woolen head and glanced at Zhao Yuan who was motionless in front of him.

He raised the toothpick-sized trident in his hand and carefully poked his palm suspended in the air.

"Ok."

The slight tingling from the palm of the hand made Zhao Yuan withdraw his attention from the system screen in front of him. He lowered his head and glanced at the red button eyes of the [Voodoo Doll] in his hand, and he put down his suspension. He continued to touch the soft woolen head of [Voodoo Doll] with the palm of his hand.

His eyes continued to pay attention to the confrontation in the system without blinking.

…

New York, Manhattan, George's house.

In the bedroom, Spike is confronted with a situation that is poised to explode.

However, he still held up the teacup in his hand calmly and took a sip of hot tea. The whole person and the tense atmosphere around him seemed out of tune.

Beside him, Amanda aimed the gun at the two FBI agents at the door, but the expression on her face was obviously not as calm as Spike's.

She had imagined a situation where the BSI and the FBI met.

But I didn't expect it to be so intense.

"Who are you?"

Standing at the door and scanning the people in the house, the FBI agent's expression was extremely solemn.

"What's the purpose of showing up at the missing person's home? What's the connection to the disappearance case in New York!"

The appearance of Amanda and others at the missing person's home made the FBI agents subconsciously associate them with the frequent disappearance cases in New York.

"We are the FBI..."

His eyes swept across the dark muzzles of the two FBI agents, and Detective Zhou replied with a silent face.

"Don't try to fool us with this trick, we are the FBI agents!"

There is no doubt that UU reading www.uukanshu. com Detective Zhou's answer attracted more intense refutation from two real FBI agents, who interrupted without waiting for Detective Zhou to finish speaking.

The scene became tense for a while.

Sensing that the atmosphere was gradually moving towards the edge of danger, Amanda had to speak, and glanced at the missing girlfriend who was huddled behind the door.

"BSI..."

"I'm Team Leader Amanda, this is Detective Zhou, Detective Phil and Detective Angela..."

"There's another person, the guy sitting in the bedroom drinking tea!"

Hearing Amanda's self-introduction, the two FBI agents looked at each other, and then the white agent pointed to Spike in the bedroom and asked.

"He's Spike."

Facing the FBI agent's questioning, Amanda turned her head and glanced at Spike beside her, and replied in a low voice.

"Adviser to BSI."