On the highway, two Saber cars were driving on their way to the University of Southern California Hospital.

In the car, no one spoke.

The clues Eddie just provided are not very biased. Normally, it would be a matter of sending a field worker to verify it, but now, since everyone is outside anyway, we just go together.

Just after driving for a short time, we encountered a traffic jam.

"Eddie, provide the fastest route."

Silver glanced at the motionless queue in front of him and decisively dialed Eddie's number.

"OK, give me twenty seconds."

Eddie in the office snapped his fingers and tapped a few times to bring up the interface of the transportation system.

On the GIS map, in front of the green dot is a long string of red.

"Gee, the traffic in Los Angeles is really bad. Maybe I should write a letter to the mayor. When he was running, he promised to improve travel conditions."

Eddie complained, but he did not delay his work at all. With his fingers flying, he found a route in a moment.

"Turn around, go through the alley on your left, take 71st Street, and take the second intersection into Vincent Road. This way you can avoid the blocked section and the road behind will be smooth all the way."

"OK."

Spike stepped on the accelerator and brake at the same time and turned around.

Twenty minutes later

"Squeak~~"

Saboban stopped in front of the main entrance of the University of Southern California Hospital, and everyone got out of the car.

At the entrance of the hospital, a man in a white coat was waiting there. When he saw the people wearing FBI vests, the man in the white coat came up to him.

Silver showed his ID.

"FBI, Violent Crimes Bureau, this is Silver, was it you who made the call?"

"Yes, I am Aaron Glassman, the dean here..."

Glassman is probably in his fifties, has bald hair, wears glasses, and has the air of a scholar.

"What is the specific situation?"

"Let's talk as we walk."

The director led everyone towards the hospital, introducing the situation along the way.

"Two days ago, a female patient with second-degree burns came to the surgery for treatment. We performed simple trauma treatment, but during the treatment, the patient suddenly had severe heart pain and difficulty breathing. The X-ray scan showed that there was inflammation in the patient's lungs. This

This kind of inflammation is usually caused by inhaling excessive smoke, but the other party claimed that she just cooked..."

As the dean continued talking, everyone had arrived at the surgical department. Through the transparent glass, you could see that several doctors on that side were operating on a patient. A young doctor outside the operating room was watching the progress inside through the glass.

,Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young doctor turned around.

"The patient suffered a sudden gastrointestinal bleeding and is undergoing surgery. This is Dr. Sean Murphy. This is what Dr. Murphy found wrong. Dr. Murphy, please tell these FBI agents what you discovered.

Tell me..."

After listening to the director's introduction, the FBI people all looked at Dr. Murphy, only to find that Murphy looked a little strange. The corners of his mouth were moving, as if he was talking to himself, and his eyes did not make contact with any of them.<

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Several people looked at the dean again, and the dean explained: "I'm sorry everyone, Dr. Murphy is a very good doctor, but he has autism and has some difficulties in communication. Please give him some time.

."

Several people looked back at Murphy, but no one urged them. Autism is not uncommon in the United States. Autistic people are not unable to communicate, but have some obstacles. The only thing they have to do is not to put any pressure on each other.

Dr. Murphy opposite took a few deep breaths, looked at Silver, and then said quickly: "Her gastrointestinal bleeding was very serious. We performed a bronchial lens on her and found that there was indeed inflammation, but there was no inflammation."

Traces of smoke damage.

Then she did a blood test and an abdominal ultrasound. Her blood contained methanol, which proved that she was lying. Her inflammation was not caused by inhaling cooking fumes, but by inhaling corrosive chemicals.

.

All her symptoms are consistent with excessive exposure to dimethyl sulfate. The industrial product dimethyl sulfate can be made into pesticides, but it can also be made into deadly explosives. The patient’s identity is a junior high school chemistry teacher, but when I asked before

She didn't speak clearly, so I thought she was a terrorist and was making a bomb..."

"Yes, you just called to inquire. I think maybe he is the person you are looking for..."

At this time, the dean next to him also added.

"Was there anyone else when she arrived?"

"Yes, his husband sent him to the hospital."

"Where are the people?"

"Just after we asked her, her husband left..."

Damn~

Several people looked at each other again. Judging from the current situation, the couple did have serious suspicions.

"Thank you, Dr. Murphy, and one last question, when can we interrogate this patient?"

Silver looked at the female patient who was undergoing surgery inside.

Dr. Murphy twisted his neck a few times, his eyes seemed a little out of focus, and he looked a little strange, but everyone knew that this was an autistic person thinking. Sure enough, after a moment, the other party replied: "About half an hour."

Silver couldn't wait here for half an hour. After thinking about it for a while, he made a decision.

"Spike, contact Eddie and find out the target person's information. During this time, we will go to her residence to check. In addition, let him also apply for a search warrant."

If the couple was really making bombs, then there must be residues of the explosives, and finding the remaining explosives would help to deduce whether they were the murderers of the train bombing.

"JJ, you stay here. When the target person wakes up, you can come and interrogate him. If you have any questions, please contact us at any time."

While Silver was speaking, he led the group of people away. JJ stayed in the hospital. She was the only woman in the group and was good at communication, so it was appropriate to stay here. He took the rest of the people to search the residence.

Eddie was very efficient. He had already called while the group was still on the road, and he rattled off information about the target person.

"Nina Wilt, a chemistry teacher at Wellington Middle School, is married to Bull Wilt, who is also a teacher at Wellington Middle School. However, information shows that Bull was dismissed from the school six months ago for corporal punishment of students.

I resigned and haven’t found a job since then..."

"Her situation is not good. The information I found shows that their house loan has been overdue for six months. The bank has given them an ultimatum. If they don't pay back this month, their house will be auctioned.

Wait guys, guess what I found?"

"If you dare to betray me again, I will twist your head off."

Silver doesn't have a good temper at this time.

"Haha, okay. Head, you really don't have any sense of humor."

"Eddie..."

Feeling the impatience in Silver's tone, Eddie immediately said: "OK, I found the union photo of Bull Wilder. His appearance is 80% similar to the sketch provided by Jack. In addition, to add,

So it’s 80% because that photo was of Bull Wilder ten years ago.”

Good news, absolutely good news.

Although no one has been arrested yet, everyone has basically determined that the culprits of the train bombing are Mr. and Mrs. Wilt.

As for the motive, it will still be known after interrogation, but it is most likely to be revenge against society.

Obviously, this is a couple who live on their own. When Bull lost his job, their ability to repay the loan had problems. As the economic situation further deteriorated, they also had psychological problems.

Silver and the others have seen too many examples like this. What the police see the most is the evil in the world.

"Where is their residence? Also, what happened to the search warrant?"

"The search warrant has been applied for. I will send it to you as soon as it comes. As for the address, No. 154 Bolester Street, Room 307, 3rd Floor, I have already sent you the route. I wish you success."

The two Sabers were speeding down the street, running through countless red lights and causing countless horns to sound.

……
Chapter completed!