Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The auction item was successfully photographed by the Swede, but when he got up to go backstage to handle follow-up procedures, Ron glanced in the hall out of habit, only to find three eyes staring behind him.

"Things are getting interesting, Finch, do you know how many people are staring at this Swede?"

"How many are there? Are there many besides you?" Finch, who was walking on the road, put the phone to his mouth and asked with a frown.

"It's not too much, not too much. Besides me, there are three groups of people." Ron looked at the appearance of the three groups one by one and continued: "The first is the psychiatrist and liar you are planning to protect. He is also at the auction house now, and then there are two middle-aged men wearing windbreakers. Wearing windbreakers in this temperature, they just want to write "I am a policeman" on their faces. They must be worried about the Swedes working and come out to stare at his policemen. , the last one is more strange, I actually saw a black kid sneaking in in the auction hall just now, he has been following the Swede, but now he can't be found."

Ron looked around the auction hall and saw that there was no such thing. When he saw the black boy with dreadlocks, he could only put his doubts aside for the time being.

"This becomes very strange. If the Swede is staring at the psychiatrist, I can understand that he wants to kill the psychiatrist, but it turns out that the psychiatrist is staring at him, so the machine's prediction about Haiden Yuhai What exactly does that mean? Did he predict that Hayden planned to do harm to the Swedes, and then he killed him in return?" Finch asked confused.

When he was talking to Ron, he had just walked out of the company of another psychiatrist's client. This was already the third one he had visited today, plus a few from Rise's side. Apart from the Pu'er Swedes, all They checked all the psychiatrist's other clients and found nothing unusual.

These clients do not even have criminal records. They do not have the motivation or ability to harm Hayden. At present, the only one who is likely to cause harm to Hayden is this one who has nothing to do with the Los Angeles police. Antique shop owner.

"We have too little information now, and it's too arbitrary to draw conclusions. I think we can make another observation. By the way, have I told you that the black female detective who helped you before is also here? What's her name?"

Ron was about to leave the auction house when he found another familiar figure walking in. She was a female Los Angeles police detective who had worked closely with Finch and the others before.

"You mean Carter?! Why is she there?" Riese's voice came from the headset: "I thought he had been investigating HR recently."

The so-called HR does not mean the human resources director here, but the abbreviation of the name of a black police organization hidden in the Los Angeles police system.

The police in this organization will use their power to collect protection fees from gangs, drug gangs, and human traffickers in Los Angeles as a price for not arresting them. Sometimes if they encounter a sponsor who is willing to spend a lot of money, they will even kill them themselves.

Ron had already heard about this organization, but because he had no clues and found it too troublesome, he didn't take any action. When he heard Reese mention the name again, Ron couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "Double happiness! I'm here!" I originally thought that this time it would be for nothing, and at most I would earn a tax on the money swindled by the scammers. I didn’t expect that there would be such a hidden surprise waiting for me. Idiots, they must have made a lot of money after lurking in the police station for so many years. Less, right? You must not have paid your taxes properly, right?"

"I think our top priority should be Mr. Hayden's life. As for the other things, they are incidental. I hope you can understand the key points." Finch reminded helplessly.

"OK, OK, of course I know which things take priority." Ron agreed very naturally. Anyway, if this matter is investigated, it will not be solved in a short while. From now on, of course it is this film It was easier to save his life, although he didn't think this liar had any value in being protected by him.

Coming out of the auction house, Ron's target changed from Swede to Hayden under different instructions.

Although Hayden is an old liar who has been around for many years, thanks to Ron's superb tracking skills, he was able to date his girlfriend without any notice.

"I didn't know this guy actually believed in love. Guess what I saw? The person he was dating turned out to be one of his own clients. I have definitely seen this face. Finch, I want to know the identity of this girl. Is he the heir to a big family? Or a self-made female CEO?"

According to Ron's experience, old liars like Hayden don't have true feelings. For people like them, feelings are more like a tool, a tool used to obtain benefits. For him, taking soft drinks is not a good idea. Rice is more likely.

"Let me check, Anne Winston, from Pennsylvania... wait, I made some unexpected discoveries, you know? She is also a liar! She was imprisoned for fraud when she was 15 years old, and now So far, the total number of imprisonments recorded is eight times!”

Looking at the information in front of her, Finch could no longer hide her surprised tone. When Ron told her about this female patient, he initially preconceived her into the role of a victim. This information overturned His preconceived impressions made him confused: "Ron, do you think this is a coincidence?"

"How is it possible? The first thing I learned in the secret service school is that all seemingly coincidental things in the world must have a certain reason. I think the greater possibility is that this is a premeditated fraud against Hayden. , which corresponds to the Chinese idiom, the mantis stalks the cicada, while the oriole follows."

Ron said the idiom twice in Chinese and English. Finch thought about the meaning of the idiom, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was like this, but he still couldn't grasp the main context of the matter.

It felt like he was getting closer and closer to the truth, but there was a layer of window paper that couldn't be penetrated. This feeling made Finch very uncomfortable.

"So you think she was planning to kill Hayden?"

"I don't think so. I think she is more likely to be trying to make money. Maybe he has already seen through Hayden's identity as a liar, and like me, is trying to get the money he defrauded. As for human life, I think she should I’m not interested. Scammers like this are most afraid of getting involved in life-threatening lawsuits because that would make them wanted across the country, which is very troublesome,”

While observing Hayden, Ron patiently explained to Finch: "If we insist on the question of who will kill Hayden, I think you may know the answer better than me, because the machine's You wrote the algorithm, and you should know better than me what kind of clues it uses to make such a judgment."

"No, I don't understand. I'm just in charge of programming. All the judgment logic stuff was done by another friend of mine. He's dead."

Finch's voice sounded a little sad, and just as Ron was about to comfort him, the couple who was dating over there had a new change.

After Hayden put the female liar into a taxi and waved goodbye, he turned and walked towards the office building next to him, which was where his clinic was located. It was already late at night, and Ron really couldn't figure out why he was here. Time to get back to the office, because as far as he knew, it wasn't like Hayden didn't have a place to live.

This very unusual behavior caught Ron's attention.

"Hey, the latest situation is that he just sent his girlfriend away and returned to the office. What do you think he will do when he goes back now?"

Ron reported to Finch with great interest. Finch thought for a moment, but had no answer: "I don't know, maybe I need to sort out the information?"

As soon as the words came out, he changed his mind and smiled: "But it shouldn't be possible. It's just a scam anyway. There's no need to be so careful... No, Ron, come upstairs! Someone just sent a message to trick him up. Someone wants to go up there. Get rid of him there!"

Through the program that hacked into Hayden's phone, Finch could see all the messages on her phone. Just now, she accidentally saw a new message on Hayden's phone. The phone showed that it was from a Swede and the wording was urgent. I hope he can quickly provide a solution to mental illness.

But when Finch clicked on the number in the software message, he found that the number did not match the actual number used by the Swedes!

In other words, someone deliberately sent Hayden a message disguised as his number, with the purpose of tricking him into returning to his office.

As for what he would do after he got back to the office, Finch didn't need to remind him, Ron could figure it out with his toes.

"Fxxk! Are these damn bastards finally taking action? Well, just in time for me to see who they really are?" Ron said murderously, pressed the elevator button, and rode the elevator to the office.

On the other side, Hayden, who returned to the office, was impatiently holding the Swedish psychological report and starting to copy the treatment plan based on the patients with the same symptoms on the Internet. He was just a liar, and he could talk to the psychiatrist. He was already pretty good at learning formulaic techniques. As for the real treatment, forget about it. He didn't even know the effects of several common psychiatric drugs.

If you really have that ability, why bother being a liar?

However, just as he was typing a few words, two black figures suddenly fell outside the office window. Hayden had a bad intuition. As soon as he got there, he got down and hid under the desk, and two submachine guns started shooting wildly at the office.

"Da da da……"

File scraps were flying on the office table, and various office tools were beaten to pieces. The two black figures turned out to be two people! It's the killer who came to kill him!

But fortunately, Hayden reacted in time and hid under the table in time to escape the disaster.

Unfortunately, this escape was only temporary. The two killers failed to achieve any results by shooting, but they jumped in through the broken glass. Only then did Hayden, with the help of the reflection of the broken glass on the ground, see clearly that the person who came was using a rope to escape. The roof slid down.

But what's the use of knowing this? He didn't have any weapons in his hands, but the two killers were holding rifles. Hayden leaned tightly on the legs of the sofa and table and began to pray non-stop. The only one who could save him at this time was probably God, right?

"Damn it, I haven't gotten Anne Winston yet, and I still have so much money that I haven't spent. I'm really unwilling. Please, God, please save me..."

As if God really heard his prayer, there were suddenly two "bang bang" gunshots outside. This sound was different from the "click-click" sound of the submachine gun just now, even for someone like Hayden who didn't touch guns very much. People can also hear the sounds made by two weapons.

"Has God really come to rescue me?"

Hayden murmured, and then he was overjoyed. However, before he could poke his head out, a thick hand stretched out from under the table: "I'm sorry, it's not God, but me. How long do you plan to stay under the table? Mr. Den?”

"Who are you?" Hayden crawled out from under the table and looked at the strong man in front of him in a daze. Physically, he was much stronger than the two corpses on the ground. In addition, the other party just killed two of them casually. The killer's attitude convinced Hayden that this person was more difficult to deal with than the two killers.

"The person who comes to save you, you can interpret me as the messenger of God, Allah, or Tathagata Buddha according to your own beliefs. Although you are not worthy of saving, if the myths are true, people like you will definitely Going to hell." In order to prevent him from running around, Ron casually took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed them to Hayden and then began to search the bodies on the ground. This search really allowed him to find something.

"CIA's ID? Well, I never thought that the CIA has fallen to the point of sending people out to do evil and carrying IDs with them. Or do these idiots think they are absolutely foolproof, so they don't bother to hide their identities? ?What do you think, Mr. Hayden?”

Ron's sharp eyes returned to Hayden, frightening him to the point of trembling: "I...I don't know..."

"You really don't know? Are you still pretending to be confused?"

Without any warning, Ron suddenly grabbed Hayden's hair and slammed it down on the table, as if holding a rag, wiping all the monitors and other debris on the table to the ground: "A person who is targeted by the CIA. You actually say you don’t know anything, are you looking down on my skills? Or are you insulting my IQ?"

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Hayden, who was pressed on the table, screamed like a pig: "I really don't know anything. I haven't even had contact with the CIA! I swear, I just A regular psychiatrist.”

"Are you really just a psychiatrist? Mr. Hayden, CEO of the American Cancer Relief Foundation? I'm wondering, which one is the real you? Or, are you a psychiatrist who uses your identity to steal other people's secrets? And what about the scammers who are profiting from it?”

Ron smiled. This liar's psychological quality was really good. At this time, he didn't forget to emphasize his fake identity as a psychiatrist.