[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Chapter 31

Jack London pleaded guilty, and collapsed because Rossi told him the most secret secret in the center. When he woke up again after being knocked out by Lestrade, he did not say that his temperament changed drastically, but his whole person did look different.

He's become extremely cooperative, not the kind of cooperation he'd had in the first place to give Isaac's so-called 'evidence', but the kind of cooperation he'd given the truth about the first two cases.Although, towards the end, he reminds Hotch and Rossi not to be fooled by Issac's appearance, saying that Issac is definitely not as clean as he appears.

For such a person who is tirelessly committed to hacking himself, Isaac especially wants to talk to him about his life.

Hotch hesitated a bit, he intellectually believed that Isaac wouldn't do too much, but Isaac's expression now told him that he really seemed to want to do something.

"Hotch?" Isaac looked at Hotch's signature poker face that has remained unchanged for 100 years, "I just want to talk to him, you didn't ask the identity of the person who contacted him just now, didn't you? Aren't you curious? Like this A person who instigates people to commit a crime, or an organization, its existence is too dangerous."

"What do you seem to know?" Hotch surveyed Isaac.

Isaac spread his hands together, very rascal, "I also think I should know something, but..." He pointed to his head, "I can't guarantee the truth."

His understanding of the plot of Shenxia only came to the end of the second season, which ended with Sherlock jumping off the building.Of course, he knew Sherlock wasn't going to die and Moriarty was, but that didn't help the situation.Because except for a very few insiders, Sherlock's death is recognized, and the dirty water on his body has not been washed away; Gone from the news reports.

But now there is indeed an individual or organization that is likely to have a deep relationship with him, holding the information in his hand, intending to kill him, this is what Isaac can't bear.

Thinking of this, he also took the time to complain about Sherlock's efficiency, and sincerely wished him wise and powerful, and wiped out Moriarty's organization as quickly as possible.

Of course, that's for later.Besides, he can't just count on Sherlock, everyone in Moriarty's organization is like him, with a kind of ruthless determination to never give up.Now that he is likely to be targeted, he has to think a little more.The hidden dangers should be eradicated in advance. He swore that he would never be as playful as Sherlock, who was forced to commit suicide by jumping off a building in the end.

Although not dead.

But how did he survive? !

"Issac?" Hotch reminded, watching Issac frowning and not showing up for a long time.

"Oh!" Isaac shook his head, turning his attention away from this insignificant question, "You agreed to my meeting with him?"

"You're not supposed to have that right," Hotch said. "You're not the detective on this case, you're not the Scotland Yard police..."

"But I'm a poor and innocent victim!" Isaac quickly took over, bringing into the role, "I must know, how can there be such cruel people in this world!"

Hotch looked at Isaac's expression of being deeply shocked and about to doubt his life, and looked down at his watch silently, "I'm going out for lunch, it will take about an hour."

Isaac's eyes lit up, "I wish you a pleasant meal!" After a pause, "Actually, it would be more convenient if you give me the role of a consultant."

Hotch pretended not to hear this sentence, and left without looking back.

Isaac didn't continue to pester him, but under the tacit gaze of others, he found a loophole and entered the interrogation room.

Jack London's mental state is obviously not very good, but when Isaac appeared in front of him, he suddenly became energetic and looked very excited, "Why are you here?!"

Perhaps because he was too excited, his voice sounded distorted.

"Why can't I be here?" Isaac said with a smile on his face, "Or, where do you think I would be?"

Jack London looked at Isaac, wishing he could poke holes in him with his eyes.Compared with himself, this person in front of him is undoubtedly living a good life, with freedom of movement, even so free that he can enter and leave the interrogation room without the escort of the police.

Jack London's eyes turned red all of a sudden, "You bought them? You bought them, right?"

Isaac rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin, "Is the reality so hard to accept? You've been tricked, Boy."

"Yeah, I was tricked. Damn it, I actually believed that those detectives and policemen would uphold justice!" Jack London wanted to pounce excitedly, but he forgot that his hands and table His legs were handcuffed together, and on the surface it looked like nothing, but once he wanted to get up to do something, he couldn't do it at all.

"I knew it." Isaac sighed, looking at Jack London with pity, "Up to now, you don't even realize that you are being used."

Jack London just stared at him.

"Do you know why I said that? Because you haven't found out that you are being used as a knife. What you do is not what you are really capable of doing. There must be someone behind you who will give you advice, otherwise , with your clumsy tricks, you may have been caught by the police before the real start." Isaac looked at Jack London, and didn't mind adding some salt to his wounds.

"No matter how thick the darkness is, it can't stop the light from coming." Jack London said word by word, "You won't escape the law."

"Why should I run away? The law is used to protect a clean and decent citizen like me." Isaac looked incomprehensible. Some counseling services. Because the circumstances of the case you committed are too serious, the jury will not have sympathy for you. Although the judge in charge of sentencing will choose someone who has nothing to do with you, the victim status you choose is enough for the entire judge group to recognize You put it on the blacklist, wanting to make an example to others, lest more people with bad brains harm their children. Coupled with this kind of well-documented case, the defense lawyer assigned to you is just going through the motions... But , is not without good news, after all, the state you live in has abolished the death penalty, and you only need to enjoy life imprisonment."

Jack London remained indifferent until he heard Isaac say that all judges would hate and loathe him, and he couldn't help but retort loudly, "I'm doing it for their innocence!"

"Maybe they'd rather be ruined?" Isaac joked, "if they were given a choice."

"They'll understand that I'm doing this for their own good!" Jack London was unwavering in his belief.

Isaac sighed, he didn't like this kind of stupid and stubborn person who likes to go all the way to the dark.It's hard to get cooperation from him without smashing and remaking his ideas.But even if it was just for his own safety, he wanted to catch the mastermind behind Jack London.

Because Sherlock was really forced to jump off the building by Moriarty, Isaac was very worried that Moriarty's brain was wrong, and wanted to pull himself to another world to play with him.No, Moriarty didn't expect to fail. He came here because he wanted to get rid of Sherlock and then stretched out his claws to himself. As a result, he died quickly and was carried out by his subordinates as his last wish?

Although Isaac thought about it, he didn't feel that he had that value.

But always take precautions before they happen.

Isaac pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Jack London still had a disdainful smile on his face, as if he wanted to see what tricks he was playing.

The call was connected quickly, and Kiven's voice came from the other end of the phone. Isaac turned on the speaker so Jack London could hear it too.

"Isaac?"

"Good morning, Kiven." Isaac said, "I'm not wrong about the time difference, is it morning over there? I think I heard the sound of the car starting."

"That's right, we're planning to go fishing... it's my son... no, you can talk a little longer, I'll drive..." The voice on the phone was a little fuzzy, as if someone had covered the end of the microphone, but Still can hear from the broken voice that this is a conversation between two people.Then there was the sound of a car door opening and closing, and then, Kiven's voice became clear again, "How are you doing in London?"

"Very well, everything is going well." Isaac tapped the table a few times, "Kiven, I want to ask you a question."

"what?"

"Would you be proud of me?"

"Of course, you are my pride."

"Whatever I did? Like something you didn't really like?"

"Like?"

"I don't know, for example, alcoholism, promiscuity, racing, drug use... probably this kind of thing."

"You did?"

"It's an assumption."

"There are many effective discipline institutions in China, and I am not short of money."

The corner of Isaac's mouth twitched, well, he thought Kiven would use love to influence this set, but he was too pragmatic. "But what if someone did it for you?"

"Who? What qualifications does he have to discipline my children instead of me?" Kiven asked.

"A person who has nothing to do with you, because he felt that being a child hurt the reputation of the parents, so he cleaned him out." Isaac looked at Jack London when he spoke.

Jack London also had a tense look on his face, as if the next answer was crucial to him.