Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The next day, Ron came to Denton Weeks' house with a red face. Peggy said a brief goodbye to him in the morning and left. Although Finch's disappearance caused the Sky Eye system to now deny access applications, she was after all. One of the key surveillance targets. If you leave for too long, something might go wrong.

But when Ron arrived at the Weeks residence, someone was there earlier than him.

"Is this the address of Wicks? Sherlock, why are you here?" Ron said with an ominous tone as soon as he spoke: "Forget it, what good can happen if I see you in someone else's house? Someone died here again. Yes, right?"

Speaking of which, unlike the Sherlock Holmes in London, this Mr. Holmes looks a bit like the Japanese schoolboy who is the god of death, dying wherever he goes.

"To be precise, it was a house that Weeks used specifically for having affairs." "There was only the body of a woman inside. It should be the person he had an affair with, but his body has not been found yet. Judging from the traces at the scene , it must have been hijacked.”

"Hijacking?" Ron said dumbfounded, "How come the two people I want to find have been kidnapped?"

"Is anyone else kidnapped?" Sherlock shouted excitedly: "Who is that person? What is his identity? What is his relationship with Weeks?"

"Sorry, Mr. Cooper, Sherlock didn't mean any harm, he just wanted to investigate the outcome of the case too much." Alex, who was standing on the side, took the initiative to explain for Sherlock.

"It seems like you guys get along very well." Ron showed a playful expression.

Alex smiled slightly and said: "Fortunately, Sherlock's recent drug detoxification treatment has been going well, and there is no sign of relapse."

"Ron, you haven't told me the identity of the other kidnapped person yet."

"Because I never planned to tell you," Ron looked at Sherlock, who was glaring at him with dissatisfaction: "Listen, Sherlock, I don't care what case you want to investigate in Los Angeles, I don't care either Who asked you to investigate this case, but that’s the end of it, from now on, I won’t allow you to touch this case.”

"Why?!"

"Because the things involved in this case are beyond your imagination. Everyone who knows the truth must die, even if your father is a British noble. Do you want to continue to try?"

Ron put his arms around Sherlock's neck before he could retort: ​​"I know, you still have your own things to do, right? For example, catch the person who killed your girlfriend?"

Ron's words stunned Sherlock, and Ron struck while the iron was hot: "Recently, the serial killer who hangs people and bleeds them has begun to operate in Los Angeles. I think he is coming for you. I hope you can win this duel, but Now, give me all the information you have, and don’t get involved in this case.”

Sherlock lowered his head, struggling in his heart. Ron didn't rush him and just waited aside. He knew that Sherlock would be able to figure it out.

Although Sherlock is addicted to the detective work of solving mysteries, he can clearly distinguish the blood feud with his girlfriend.

Sure enough, not long after, Sherlock raised his head again: "Give me all the information on that case, and I will give you all the clues here, and promise not to touch this case."

"The serial killer's information went to Superintendent Grayson. Just say it was me who asked you to help him handle the case. Now, tell me what you found out?"

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"Honey, how are you finding the person?" Peggy called Ron as soon as she arrived in Texas and asked.

"I haven't found it yet, but there is a slight hint. Do you remember the London addict I told you about? He reminded me of a very interesting thing."

"What?"

"That's how difficult it is for a woman to move two adult men across state lines. Peggy, what would you do if you wanted to move two rebellious men to different places?"

In the abandoned library, Finch's original base camp, Ron sat in front of the computer and chatted easily while typing on the keyboard.

"If it were me, I would probably choose to stun the two of them with medicine and put them in a sack for physical infusion." Peggy stroked her red lips and couldn't help but put her fingers into her mouth.

I don’t know why, even though they are all fingers, the taste of my own fingers is much worse than Ron’s.

"Yes, I guess she had the same idea as you, so he must have gone to the pharmacy. Then I checked the theft reports from all the pharmacies in Los Angeles. Guess what I found?"

There was a smile on Ron's lips. On his computer screen, the surveillance footage of the pharmacy was playing. Finch walked into the pharmacy with a strange woman.

Then a large amount of blood suddenly appeared on Finch's hand, attracting the pharmacy clerk to help him bandage it. On the other side, the strange woman was quietly walking to the anesthetic shelf and taking away the anesthetic on it.

"Ron, you have to understand that with my hacking skills, I am also watching what you are watching right now. I can only say that this girl is good at playing tricks, but I am also playing the rest."

"Of course I remember, you and Missy took Sheldon to the store together and stuffed the stolen items into Sheldon's little school bag. In the end, I was the one who paid the bill, even though stealing is wrong. But I have to say, you guys did a great job, Sheldon almost cried at the time."

Ron couldn't help but smile as he recalled his childhood memories.

"Okay, I found what you want. The credit card name she used at the drugstore was Hannah Frey. Does this name sound familiar?"

Without Ron having to say anything, Peggy immediately found out the information Ron planned for her to find out. The two of them grew up together, and often knew what the other person was thinking without even speaking.

"It's true, but I forgot. Can you give me a hint?"

"Finch's partner went to Texas to find the little girl who disappeared twenty years ago."

"OMG! Did he really get it right? The little girl really didn't die, but ran away from home and became a root?" Ron asked in surprise.

"It's not impossible, but maybe it's not. She just met Hannah Frey and borrowed her identity. Judging from the facial outline captured by the surveillance, I can't find anything similar to the previously missing little girl. Any resemblance.”

"Whatever, no matter what, even if we know who she is, we still don't have any clue about where she is." Ron shook his head in frustration, and suddenly an idea flashed: "Peggy, do you think she is?" Is she similar to you in the way of thinking? If you were her, where would you hide now? "

"This is really an interesting metaphor. If it were me..." Peggy hugged Ron's human-shaped pillow and rubbed it vigorously on the bed. Her cheeks were slightly red: "I will definitely go to the house of the woman who died." Live, she must have benefited from being ambiguous with Weeks for so long. I guess she must have more than one property under her name. If she occupied the magpie's nest now, no one would notice her. For example, her name The property on Vanderlein Street is a good place to go, it's in the suburbs and only eight kilometers away from the drug store where the narcotics were stolen...well..."

"You're great! Thank you, Peggy." Ron said excitedly, without noticing the strangeness in Peggy's voice, and quickly hung up the phone.

In the pink girl's room in Texas, Peggy looked at the water stains on the pillow and fell into deep thought.

On Vanderlin Street, in the room marked by Peggy, Finch and Weeks, whom Ron was searching for, were tied to a pillar and in a wheelchair respectively, but the female kidnapper who kidnapped them was nowhere to be seen.

"You have to help me, she will be back soon." Weeks, who was tied to the pillar, asked Finch for help.

"I know you don't want to believe me, that's because you don't understand me..."

"I know you very well, Vickers. You tried to hack into the machine," Finch retorted.

"That's my job. I'm testing his limits to make sure he's safe. But we anticipated all the crises, but we didn't expect that today, someone would come to us."

Finch looked forward with determination: "He won't find the machine through me."

"But you have to know that if you don't help me escape, we will lose the machine. I am not as strong as you think. I won't be able to stand it anymore. Please, saving me is equivalent to saving yourself, because I will Untie you right now and let's escape together." Being unreasonable, Weeks simply pretended to be pitiful. In fact, he did look pitiful now.

Gen's attitude towards him was different from the polite attitude toward Finch. He had been tortured since he was kidnapped.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" Finch sighed and finally softened.

"That knife," Weeks gestured to the fruit knife on the table with his eyes: "Find a way to touch it to the ground."

Finch looked at the table, started to shake the bench hard, and kept hitting the table with his body. Everyone bumped into it several times, and finally knocked the table over. The fruit knife fell to the ground, and Weeks quickly kicked it with his feet. With it at hand, use it to cut the rope and regain freedom.

But when he regained his freedom, he did not immediately untie Finch. Instead, he changed his face: "Before I let you go, I have a question to ask you."

"What?"

"Since you particularly want to live an anonymous life, you only need to answer one question for me and I will let you go. Can she control the machine?"

Vickers fiddled with the knife back and forth next to Finch, not sure whether he wanted to help him untie the rope or stab him with the knife. Finch began to regret it.

If I had known this, it would have been better not to save him. At least he would have fallen into Gen's hands, and he had promised not to harm his life.

"I need to know if the machine is safe, and you can tell me the answer."

Finch pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "No one can remotely modify permissions."

"In other words, if you want to modify it, you have to access the server, right?"

"Yes." Finch nodded.

"So as long as the location is not exposed, the machine is safe?"

Finch nodded again, and a sinister smile began to appear on Vickers' face: "Thank you, that's all I need."

As he said that, he put the knife against Finch's neck: "It's an honor to finally meet you, goodbye~"

Finch closed his eyes and began to wait for death to come, but just when he gave up resistance, there was a sudden "bang" gunshot, and Weeks, who was about to stab his throat with a knife, fell before he could do so. on the ground.

When Finch opened his eyes again, Ron's smiling face appeared in front of him and began to untie him: "Are you disappointed to see me? I guess you would rather Reese come to save you, right?"

Finch shook his head: "No, I never expected him to save me, nor did I expect you. On the contrary, I hope you can continue to save people. How long have you been here?"

"When you were just discussing how to modify permissions, I thought the topic you were talking about was quite interesting, so I listened for a while. I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Ron narrowed his eyes: "Those things you just said were all lies to him, right?"

"No, I'm telling the truth." Finch turned around and drank water to cover up his panic.

"No, you are indeed lying to him. After you disappeared, your partner and I both received the social security number of the person who was about to be killed from the machine. I don't think this is a coincidence, don't you think so? Mr. Finch ." Ron's eyes widened and he let out two rays of light.

"Although I don't know when it was, let alone what method you used, you did modify your permissions in the machine. After you had an accident, the machine will automatically assign your permissions to me and Rise."

"Needless to deny, I don't think you predicted that you would partner with a man named John Reese and meet a man named Ron Lee Cooper in the future when you were building the machine. You left it to yourself. It’s a backdoor, and now you can still control it remotely, right?”

Finch was forced into an angle by Ron, but he was still stubborn: "Even if it is, I can't use it to help you do anything that goes against my principles!"

As soon as the words came out, Finch closed his eyes. He was ready to be killed by Ron at any time.

"Relax, my friend, I think you may have made something wrong?" Ron patted his shoulder: "I didn't intend to use your machine to do anything, but there are some things I need an explanation for."

With that said, Ron showed Finch the information on his phone and flicked the screen with his finger to open the T800 photo.

"Have you seen this terrible thing? This was made by your machine, or your machine will make it in the future. I guess it used this to destroy all mankind. Of course, it could also be a nuclear bomb, so efficient A little higher.”

Finch's eyes widened in disbelief: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"It's true," Ron put away his phone calmly: "I was almost killed by this thing myself. You created a terrible thing, Finch.

Now, we need to figure out how to fix it. "