The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Trish is a 'warrior'. Even if there is a gun pointed at her head, she will not give in."

"When we were in adolescence, we were particularly resistant to personal protection. My father insisted that we learn self-defense skills, so that we could get rid of the following of bodyguards after entering college."

Listening to what the little girl said, JJ flipped through the report provided by the police at the scene and pointed to the situation inside the car taken in the photo and said to Jack.

"She is right. There are fingernail scratches on the car seat. Trish was forcibly dragged away."

"Do you think your sister is still alive?" Jack asked Cheryl.

"I know she must still be alive." Cheryl's eyes were firm.

JJ was a little dubious, "Is it really confirmed through your kind of telepathy between twins?"

Cheryl looked a little helpless, as if she had explained it too many times.

"It's not as magical as you think. It's not a special function that makes me cry when I poke her with a needle."

"But if something bothers her and puts her in a bad mood, I can feel it. Even though we are thousands of miles apart, we can detect each other's recent mood."

Jack and JJ looked at each other, a little doubtful.

"It seems we need to find our humanoid encyclopedia to find out if there really is such a magical connection between twins."

Jack said, taking the information in JJ's hand and recreating the scene compared with the scene environment.

"According to the tire marks in the photo, Trish and her boyfriend were driving past here. A car stopped in the middle of the road. They had to brake suddenly. They may have even got out of the car to check. Well, the footprints of the two of them extended all the way here, and then Just turned around.”

"When they returned to the car, the robber suddenly appeared and shot directly at the boyfriend in the driver's seat. He was very decisive. The bullet entered the forehead, passed through the back of the head, and stayed in the headrest of the seat."

"That's weird." Jack turned to look at JJ.

"For the kidnapper, Trish's boyfriend is an obstacle. He only wants to kidnap Trish alone. It's understandable to kill her boyfriend. But it's unnecessary to turn to the front and shoot her in the face. Isn't this a bit deliberate?"

"Out of hatred? The hijackers wanted Trish's boyfriend to feel fear before he died?" After hearing Jack's reappearance, JJ subconsciously came to this conclusion.

"Your inference out of thin air sounds more unscientific, right?" Cheryl muttered at the side.

"Maybe, we should go back."

Jack shrugged. He began to feel how wonderful it was to work in the BAU. There were a bunch of police officers, police detectives and even FBI agents working on him. They only needed to summarize and analyze all the information at the terminal.

After inviting the little beauty Cheryl into the back seat of the car, Jack drove JJ with him, and the three of them headed to the Davenport family's residence, followed by the two Department of Justice agents who acted as bodyguards.

As a full-size SUV, this Saber is 5.7 meters long, more than 2 meters wide, and 1.9 meters tall. It not only looks handsome, but is also fun to drive. Jack likes the feeling of driving a big car very much.

Unfortunately, since BAU has to travel across the country, he will most likely have to drive everywhere in the future. It is unlikely that the FBI will provide him with one specially.

When several people arrived at Davenport's house, agents from the local FBI support team were about to leave. They routinely ruled out the possibility of bugs being installed in the house and brought a bunch of equipment.

There were several laptops and a complete set of phone tracking and recording devices. When Jack and others entered the room, Red, the all-around little helper, was busy in front of these devices, making preparations for debugging.

A middle-aged man with a haggard face saw Cheryl behind Jack, whispered and hugged her.

This should be the father of the twin girls, Evan Davenport.

Rosie was sitting on the sofa, looking at the thick manual with the expression of a subway man looking at his mobile phone.

"Have you been out of touch with new technology for too long?" Jack joked.

"I thought it was enough to learn how to use a smartphone, but I didn't expect that even the monitoring equipment would be updated so quickly."

Rossi looked a little helpless, "We were still using tapes at that time."

"This button is for answering calls. This button can block our voice. After pressing it, the red light will light up. We can hear the other party's voice clearly, but the other party cannot hear us."

"Just leave the rest to me. The computer will record the whole process and convert the conversation into text."

Seeing Rhett quickly setting everything up, a young man in a suit and tie, about thirty years old, stood up to say goodbye to everyone, and comforted the worried father, Evan Davenport.

"Evan, don't worry too much. The New York branch will be responsible for tracing the source of the call. Rossi and his team will fully assist you. Two agents from the Department of Justice will stay here for personal protection. There are two groups of FBI agents outside the house. Officers are responsible for 24-hour surveillance.”

Evan Davenport shook hands with him and said, "Thank you Shier, and say hello to your father for me."

"Are you familiar with this agent?" Jack glanced at the other person's leaving figure and asked casually.

Evan Davenport's thoughts were focused on his missing daughter. He nodded casually and explained casually, "He is from the FBI New York office. He is young and promising. I often deal with his father."

Jack looked up at the clock. It was just before 7 a.m., more than an hour before the time the kidnapper said he would call, and he asked everyone.

"Would you like some coffee? I'm going to make some and make some breakfast. Everyone needs to be in top condition before the other party calls."

"Let me help you." JJ, who looked like a gentle and kind person, suggested proactively.

"American style espresso, with double the sugar." Reid, who was flipping through the information, replied without looking up.

"When you get back, I will urge you to squeeze out all the extra sugar you consume."

With threatening words on his lips, Jack and JJ walked into the kitchen under the guidance of Cheryl.

While frying eggs on the stove, Jack and JJ talked about the twins again.

"Maybe it's because I am an only child. I always find it incredible. Does this kind of telepathy really exist?"

The way JJ frowned and thought was so beautiful.

"In fact, there may be a physiological basis for this." Rhett interjected after smelling the fragrance.

"Tell me about it, Mr. Know-It-All." Jack motioned for him to continue.

"I just read their birth information. Trish and Cheryl are rare mirror-image twins. That is to say, one of their internal organs is in the opposite position to normal ones. Well, it's sister Trish."

"Her heart is on the right side and her liver is on the left."

JJ's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, a little unbelievable.

"Mirror image twins occur more than a week after conception of a single sperm fertilized egg and then divide. Their last strand of DNA coding is completely identical. There is a small amount of literature documenting the empathy of physical pain between these twins."

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