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Chapter 132 Join
"..."

Facing Spike's deduction, Amanda chose to remain silent.

But, sometimes, silence is also an answer.

Spike's eyes fell on Amanda's face, seeing her silent expression in his eyes, and he knew it in his heart.

"I'll join."

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Spike whispered to Amanda in front of him.

"what?"

Hearing Spike's answer, Amanda's face could not help showing a surprised expression. Obviously, she hadn't realized what the other party meant by joining for a while.

"Since the priest disclosed my information to you, and Agent Amanda, you came to the office again, which naturally means that BSI needs a little help in the supernatural investigation, so I will give you the answer now."

"However, in exchange, I need detailed information about Father Merlin's death, and..."

He opened his mouth and put forward his request in Amanda's surprised eyes, but before Spike could finish his words.

boom!
Suddenly, the closed door of the office was slammed open.

"FBI, everyone stay still!"

Agent Phil rushed in with a pistol in his hand, and warned the two people in the office.

Following Amanda's instructions, he waited in the coffee shop for 5 minutes, but rushed in immediately without receiving any follow-up response.

"..."

Holding a gun, Agent Phil and the two people in the office silently looked at each other.

His eyes fell on the teacups in front of Amanda and Spike, and his solemn expression immediately became awkward.

"Boss, I didn't hear your response, so..."

Subconsciously putting away the pistol, Detective Phil looked at Amanda in the office and said with some grunts.

"You did nothing wrong, it was my mistake."

Shaking her head at Agent Phil, Amanda frowned and said.

Indeed, according to the agreement, she should communicate the situation to the outside after 5 minutes after entering the office and confirming that there is no danger.It's just that there was a deviation in this plan from the very beginning. Since entering the office, the rhythm of the conversation has always been under Spike's control.
It made Amanda forget to notify Agent Phil who was waiting outside for a while.

"So, I should."

Observed the atmosphere in the office, especially exchanged glances with Amanda.

Agent Phil immediately backed away silently, planning to withdraw from the office.

"Wait a moment!"

However, just a second before Agent Phil retreated to the door, he was about to leave.

Spike at the desk suddenly stopped him.

Hearing Spike's voice, Agent Phil subconsciously touched the pistol on his body with a nervous expression.

"If possible, can I trouble you to bring the kettle on the stove?"

At Spike's request, Agent Phil's eyes fell on the hot water bottle not far away from him, he turned his head and exchanged glances with Amanda, and then stretched out his hand stiffly to pick up the hot water bottle. Walk up to Spike.

"Thank you."

He handed over the bottomless teacup to catch the hot water that Agent Phil poured out.

Spike looked up at Amanda in front of him.

"I do not need."

The latter looked at the untouched teacup in front of him and shook his head.

"So, what should I do next?"

Holding the kettle in one hand, Agent Phil glanced over Spike and Amanda on both sides, and asked hesitantly.

"Continue with what you are going to do, of course, if you want to stay in the firm, I don't mind."

"Forget it, I'd better go out."

Hearing Spike's words, Agent Phil shook his head quickly.

He knew very well that the situation in front of him was obviously not something that he, a new BSI agent, could participate in.

With a slightly disturbed expression, Agent Phil exited the office cautiously.

Turning around, I saw Detective Zhou rushing over from the temporary room at the corner, and immediately stepped forward.

"So, the FBI?"

Looking away from the back of Agent Phil leaving, Spike lowered his head and took a sip of the warm tea in the cup, looked at Amanda in front of him, slightly twitching the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile.

"BSI belongs to the special investigation department, which needs a little camouflage."

In this regard, the expression on Amanda's face was calm.

She looked at Spike in front of her, especially the slightly drooping corners of his eyes, recalled the information she had received from Angela before, and then said: "BSI has investigated your information, Jane Spike, you have been on TV On the show, he publicly denied his identity as a psychic medium, saying it was just a scam, can you tell me the reason?"

Amanda's question seemed to hit a certain memory in Spike's heart.

There was a breach in the ease he had shown all along.

"..."

The smile on the corner of his mouth subsided slightly, Spike looked down at the ring on his finger, quickly adjusted his emotions, looked at Amanda and replied: "I used to be too ignorant and took my talents for granted. , so I got punished and lost everything."

"Punishment, you mean..."

Hearing the word 'punishment' from Spike's mouth, Amanda immediately thought of Angela's murdered wife and daughter mentioned in Angela's information.

The data defines the death of the other party's wife and daughter as an accident, but judging from Spike's performance, the truth is obviously not that simple.

Thinking of this, Amanda was about to say something more when Spike in front of her raised her hand to stop her.

"The next thing, borrow the reply you mentioned, that is a confidential part, please forgive me for not being able to answer."

Curling the corners of his mouth, he smiled at Amanda.

However, for some reason, in Amanda's eyes, she felt that there seemed to be some kind of indescribable sadness hidden behind Spike's smile.

"Feel sorry."

Seeing this, Amanda also stopped her next question.

"You have nothing to apologize to me, Agent Amanda."

"Part of the punishment I suffered was because I deserved it, and the other part was the goal and motivation I have been pursuing for the past few years."

Shaking his head slightly at Amanda, Spike said something slowly and firmly.

He reached out and stroked the ring on his finger, restrained the expression on his face, and then changed the topic and brought the question back to the purpose of BSI looking for him.

"Since BSI is a special agency established by the federal government, it should have great power to investigate supernatural cases in various states... It just so happens that I have a murder case related to supernatural events that requires BSI's investigation. Right, search for some evidence..."

(End of this chapter)