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

"Can you let us go!"

However, unexpectedly, when everyone followed Rossi to the door of a dilapidated old house, they received neither a warm welcome nor an indifferent resistance.

It was an emotional question from the eldest daughter of the family.

"What did you say?" Rossi was a little stunned.

"You have to stop this. We thought that by deliberately not returning your calls you would give up and stop pestering us."

The eldest daughter Connie looked extremely excited. Although she didn't say anything bad, her attitude was very unfriendly. Jack was a little unhappy and wanted to step forward, but was blocked by the thoughtful Jie Jie, who shook her head at him imperceptibly.

Rossi tried to explain, "I know it's hurtful, but I just want someone to pay for the death of your parents."

"We don't care about this anymore." Connie shouted almost hysterically.

"It's been 20 years. We have to forget this and move on with our lives. Please, don't bother us. Look, aren't our lives bad enough?"

Perhaps hearing her voice, a young man and woman walked out of the house, her brother and sister. Neither of them spoke, they just stood behind their sister with their arms folded, staring coldly at everyone in the BAU.

"Sorry, I won't bother you anymore." Seeing that Connie was almost emotionally broken, Rossi turned around and left without explaining any more.

Jack opened the car door again and prepared to leave. In any case, their goal was achieved. Although it hurt Rosie a lot, it could at least free him from the vortex of guilt.

"Don't give me any more gifts every year." Connie's last words made everyone in the BAU turn around.

If there wasn't a stupid person present, Rosie wouldn't be able to give them gifts every year. It would be an extremely bad reminder and would only arouse the resentment of the victim.

Rossi had previously funded the family in disguised ways and in private, so it was impossible for him to make such a stupid mistake.

Sure enough, just listen to Connie continue, "We don't need those gifts, those things will only remind us of the worst day of our lives."

"I never gave you gifts." Rosie looked back at her doubtfully. Everyone else also stopped getting in the car, and a sense of hope suddenly arose in their hearts.

"Hello, my name is Jennifer Jeange, liaison officer for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Operations Team. These are my colleagues you are meeting."

Jiejie quickly walked up to the surprised three people, "Can I see the gifts you received?"

"We are all here for the murder of your parents twenty years ago. Agent Rossi has always been obsessed with this case and vowed to bring the murderer to justice, but he is a veteran who is proficient in psychology and extremely compassionate. Agent."

Jiejie paused and explained in a low voice, "So, we suspect that these gifts may come from."

She did not continue speaking, but the three young men obviously understood what she meant.

"Connie, please invite them in. I think they are all good people." George, the second son, took the initiative to open the door behind him.

"But..." Connie seemed a little hesitant.

"Please, we've had enough of you waking up suddenly in the middle of the night. If they can really find the murderer, at least we don't have to worry all the time."

Although the younger sister Alicia, who was wearing goth makeup, spoke harshly, her words expressed her concern for her eldest sister.

"Come in, let's go get those toys." The brother and sister took the initiative to invite everyone into the house, leaving the eldest sister Connie, who was still a little at a loss, to go up to the attic to rummage around.

Soon, the big table in the living room was filled with all kinds of plush toys, large and small, twenty or thirty in total.

"Are they all here?" Rossi picked it up and checked it carefully. Emily took a photo with her mobile phone and sent it to Garcia.

"Sorry, this is all we can find, we also threw away a lot." said the younger sister Alicia.

"I wish you would have told me about this sooner."

Rossi's expression didn't know whether to cry or laugh. As he said before, as long as there is one more clue, maybe the answer is right in front of him.

But because of some minor misunderstandings, it took twenty years for such a crucial clue to be revealed to him.

"We always thought it was from you, because you are the only one who still remembers us."

As soon as Connie finished speaking, the tears she was holding back burst into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you before."

Jack on the side grinned. This was so rare. These three children who lost their parents when they were young did not smoke drugs or fall into prostitution. Judging from their clothes and the layout of the house, their lives were quite poor, but they still held on to some fundamentals. limit.

Even her outlook was not distorted and she had considerable empathy, which was simply a miracle. Jack thought of the grandmother of the children mentioned by Rosie. She must be an amazing woman.

Emily put on gloves and carefully checked the materials of these plush toys, "They are all cheap dolls."

"How did these toys get to you?" Rosie asked.

"Usually it's placed on the front porch at night, around 'that time' of the year, but this time I found it in my car."

Connie's expression became a little unnatural, "My car was parked outside my place of work."

"So you're being followed? Have you noticed who it is?"

Rosie also knew that the profession of stripper made her a little embarrassed to talk about it, so she didn't ask in detail.

"It was a pickup truck. I thought it was you. I was really dizzy. I shouldn't have suspected it was you. The insomnia during this period made me very anxious. I haven't slept well for many days."

Connie apologizes to Rosie again.

Rosie didn't know how to comfort her. The last time they met, the girl standing in front of him was just a 10-year-old girl, and now she was a 30-year-old adult woman.

He could only force his attention back to the current focus.

"Can you remember the details? About that pickup truck."

Connie shook her head, still a little apologetic in her tone, "It should be an old Ford pickup truck, but it had its headlights on at the time, and I didn't even notice the color, uh, it should be dark."

"Please give us some time, I need to discuss it with my team members."

After speaking, Rosie and everyone hurriedly left the family's house.

"Jack, tell me you didn't forget to bring your cigar this time."

Rossi walked behind the Saab bus they drove in and used the tall body to block the sight from the other side of the house.