Chapter 454

From this perspective, the former FBI agent is really unexpectedly big.

Midalun followed Olga out of the house in a confused way. The other party's amputation did not affect the automatic transmission, so Midalon just sat in the passenger seat and felt like he was following the crutches on the back seat of the car. Almost, just a tool man.

Olga's car was an Aston Martin, and if she was still in the FBI, she would have been suspected of corruption, but Midaren knew that her car and her house were earned from royalties. A: Although he doesn't know much about criminal psychology, he knows that his... uh, adoptive mother, has written quite well-known books in the industry. Although one of them is very academic, some of its contents have been produced by Hollywood producers. People liked it and wanted to adapt it into a script, so Olga got a lot of royalties. This money is obviously not much in a city where land is expensive, but Westland's consumption level is not that high.

Although Westland is not far from New York, it is far less prosperous than New York. Sitting in the passenger seat, Midaren saw the high-rise buildings in the city center being left far behind, and the car was driving along the street all the way. As we approached the outskirts of the city with sparse buildings, we could see a small piece of forest all around.

"Where the hell are we going?" Midaren asked curiously. "Not a case, is it?"

Olga tapped the steering wheel of the car with her fingers, glanced at him narrowly, and smiled: "I can't feed so many people, so I can only throw you in the big forest; if you are smart enough to remember to If there are crumbs on the ground, there might be a chance to go home."

"Then the crumbs will be eaten by the birds, and I can only stray into the candy shack of the old witch who eats children, right?" Midaren couldn't help but complain.

"We are indeed going to visit the candy shack, but the owner of the hut probably doesn't eat children... well, I hope not to eat children." Olga shrugged, and the car continued to drive on the highway. The trees gradually thickened.

They had been on the road for more than an hour, stopping in the deep, dark forest that is common around the Great Lakes. Olga drove the car off the road—not really a road at all. The car drove off the shoulder of the road and stopped on a dirt road that could only accommodate one car. The road extended into the dark woods, and soon Turned a corner between the shades of trees, out of sight.

Olga didn't intend to drive further down the road, but opened the door and went to the back seat to get her crutches.

Midaren put his hand on the buckle of the seat belt and asked hesitantly, "Olga?"

By this time Olga had already brought her crutches, she made a gesture for Midalen not to get out of the car, and said, "You just wait here, I need to keep going down this road... If I If the estimate is correct, I will be back in about an hour."

"Wait a minute, I don't understand at all?" Midaren was really confused, and for some reason, a nervous feeling rose in his heart, "Where are you going? Why don't you let me follow? And If you don't let me go, why did you bring me here?"

Olga smiled lightly, and there was a clear happy look in her eyes, but it was this look that made Midalun feel uneasy. Then she arranged: "You are here to play a role - if I don't come back within an hour, please call Bart and let him come as soon as possible, okay?"

"Where are you going?" Midaren asked anxiously. Anyone who heard someone else's remarks like arranging funerals would react like him.

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any danger, it's just not suitable for you." Olga explained warmly, "Because, Midalen, you haven't decided how you want to see the world."

Midaren paused and murmured, "...What does this mean?"

Olga explained what he meant: "Take Herstal's case as an example. For McCard, both Stryder and Herstal are harmful to the society, so there is no doubt that the hope of the two It's a personal loss; for Hunter, he sympathizes with Herstal's experience and understands Herstal's actions to a certain extent, but if he has the opportunity, he will definitely put Herstal in prison."

She paused.

"And I," Olga concluded, "I only care about the causes of things and the psychological elements behind their actions, not so much about whether they are punished by the law - but you are not, Midaren. You haven't figured out what you want to do, what kind of person you want to become, on the one hand you know he is a murderer, and on the other hand you sympathize with him, so you are indecisive."

Midaren retorted in a low voice: "But—"

"So I won't take you to action, just look at the crime scene, those are all cold dead objects, you don't need to touch more things for the time being." Olga smiled, "When you think about it. After how to face this world, I will take you there."

Midalen wanted to say something, but the words finally caught in his throat—because, vaguely, he already knew what Olga was going to do and who he was going to see. According to Olga, this may indeed be the best arrangement.

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