Chapter 182 Tifa's Concession

"What the hell? Why is she here?"

For a moment, Yorks only had eyes for Tifa.

In my eyes, Tifa was even wearing a very unfamiliar suit, shirt and black trousers. She had a full chest, a slender and flexible waist, a tall and well-proportioned figure, and graceful and smooth curves. She looked particularly charming.

Seeing York's obviously confused look, Tifa's mouth curled up slightly, and it seemed that she was very surprised.

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The restaurant front yard.

The arrival of a group of people made this place very lively.

In addition to the state police who are assisting in the case, the FBI, the law enforcement agency responsible for this case, and some technical personnel will begin detailed evidence collection work, including taking photos of the scene and collecting physical evidence (such as weapons, bullet casings, etc.)
This evidence is crucial for subsequent investigations and possible legal proceedings.

And the things that concern him are: questioning witnesses, etc.

But because the nature of this matter is very special, and he is familiar with Tifa, Tifa now becomes the representative of the other camp who contacts and inquires with him.

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"So when you say study trip, you mean the FBI?"

Yorks withdrew his gaze from the technicians who had begun to survey the scene in the front yard, as well as the members of the FBI team, especially the middle-aged man named Knell, and looked at Tifa who was standing next to him.

After contacting Kernell and his group of FBI agents from Quantico, Virginia, the FBI headquarters, he learned that the man in the jacket was the so-called highway serial killer that the FBI had taken over.
Because the man in the jacket violated federal law and was also the protagonist of a highway serial killing case that was taken over by the FBI.

The man in charge here is this middle-aged man named Kernell, not the California state troopers.

Of course, this does not mean that the FBI plays a superior role everywhere or in any place.

Just like Julian is a California State Police officer, he is a Los Angeles City Police officer, and the FBI is essentially just a federal police officer. There is no distinction between superiors and subordinates among the three, and they are not related to each other. They are all in charge of their own affairs.

So to him, the FBI is just like that, nothing special or looking particularly impressive at first glance.

Tifaci said simply: "My former mentor's task."

York raised an eyebrow: "That's it?"

Feeling that York knew her well, Tifa smiled and said gently:

"The main reason is that I want to learn and integrate what I have learned through the FBI's systematic system to establish a complete analysis system of my own."

Yorks thought of the function of Tifa's group and nodded: "I have to say that this group is indeed suitable for you.
With your ability, you shouldn't be an ordinary psychologist. Your mentor knows your level, and I know your level too."

Looking back, his analytical skills improved rapidly during his time with Tifa.
He didn't realize it at the time, but looking back now, when we were analyzing some closed cases in the past and analyzing the psychology and motives of the criminals, it was basically Tifa who was feeding him the tricks.

Tifa's answer startled him.

"I rejected Kernell's solicitation and did not join the group."

Yorks did not ask why, but after a moment of silence, he said, "Do you still want to be a psychiatrist?"

Tifa smiled and said, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary psychologist. Of course, I am still a temporary member of this team."

At this point, she changed the subject appropriately, her voice a little naughty: "Well, Mr. Yorks, now please cooperate with our investigation."

York sighed in his heart. Based on his understanding of Tifa, he probably had something to do with Tifa's choice.

But he also respected Tifa's choice.

"Dear FBI agent, I will cooperate with you... and provide all the information I know to the best of my ability." Yorks said. But Tifa's first question still made him stiff.

Tifa took out a notebook and a pen, pointed towards the RV, and smiled.

"So what is their relationship to you? What role do they play in this?"

At this moment, because the restaurant has become part of the investigation, except for Caroline, the survivor of this case who has been taken over by the FBI, Irina and the others have moved from the restaurant to the RV.

The two didn't know each other, but York didn't know if it was his illusion or what.

Irina and Tifa seemed to know each other's identities the moment they met.

This is why he feels embarrassed now.

When he was thinking about how to answer, York noticed a hint of mischief in Tifa's smile and said helplessly.

"The boy is called Fule, he is my younger brother. The youngest girl is called Lillian, she is my younger sister. The girl standing next to Fule is called Jessica, she is his girlfriend. The last girl is called Irina..."

At this point, Tifa took over his words and asked with a smile: "Your fiancée?"

Looking at Tifa, York took a breath and answered honestly: "If nothing unexpected happens."

"It seems that you are very satisfied with her." Tifa heard York's uneasiness and couldn't help but smile, then looked at the crowd standing on the other side of the RV.

As a result, the girl named Irina, York's fiancée, was looking at this side at this time. When she saw her turn her head to look over, she nodded at her.

Tifa returned the greeting, nodded to Irina and said, "After all, even I am jealous of such beauty."

Yorks showed an unnatural expression on his face: "Actually, you are not that bad."

Actually, both of them have their merits. Tifa has a better figure, while Irina is prettier.

Tifa rolled her eyes at York, suppressed the sudden impatience in her heart, and said, "She knows about our relationship?"

York nodded: "She doesn't mind."

Tifa said bluntly: "If I mind, I probably won't be able to marry you."

Yorks laughed dryly. Tifa was telling the truth. He looked at Tifa seriously and said:
"What about you?"

Tifa said calmly: "I said, I am a single person."

Yorks understood what Tifa meant. There are two types of singles: singles and celibates. Simply put, there are some differences between singles and celibates.

Singles do not reject having sex with others, but they refuse to get married, have children, or become parents. They may choose short-term relationships, but they focus more on independence and prefer to be someone who does not rely on a romantic relationship.

Celibates refuse to have sexual relations with others, refuse to fall in love, refuse to get married, refuse to have children, refuse to be parents, and more strictly refuse all forms of intimacy and childbirth.

Tifa is the first type, so he usually doesn't interfere in Tifa's life. They are more like acquaintances who get what they need from each other.

"I understand." York said seriously.

Tifa pursed her lips, stretched out her right hand and tapped York's chest with her index finger: "You have to compensate me, otherwise I will be angry even if I am a single person.

Here's a piece of advice for you: don't make a woman who's a psychiatrist angry."

York thought of many things at this moment.

　I'm not in good shape. If I can't make up for it today, I'll make up for it later. I'm exhausted now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)