The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 108 Why Are You Here?

The bald professor was a little taken aback.

Ever since he was discovered that his real interest was killers, he was like a sharp but exquisite scalpel, and designed the assassination operations he received as smoothly as a knife. He has 31 assassinations in his career, let alone the police Even the target person himself has hardly met him, and he doesn't even know how he died.

The only few encounters were really rare opportunities. Without other interference, he would stand in front of the fallen target and chat with the other party.

After all, everyone has a desire to talk.

And who could be a better and more robust chatter than a dying target?
When the target person is dying or begging, bribed or cursing, he will look at the target person's eyes that are gradually losing vitality, and say calmly: "I don't want anything, I just want to kill you."

But this time when he met the target person again, what he met was not the eyes of panic, hatred, despair and finally dead silence, but unusually calm and deep. Suddenly, he seemed to see his own reflection in the eyes of the target person.

These thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, and the egg-like head on the egg rack made him smart enough, so he turned around and ran into the building.

Chuck’s sweeping on the first and first floors is to keep people trapped in the building and cannot escape. Even if they escape, all the monitoring centered on this building has been aimed at this side, and it takes a little more time to find people. Now Now that we met each other, there is nothing to say, the other party can't run away.

The speed increased again, and the speed of going upstairs was hardly slower than that of the elevator. Chuck quickly ran to the floor where the bald professor was, and when he got out of the stairwell, he saw the bald professor frantically pressing the elevator button. Obviously, the other party had already estimated He lost the speed of himself and Chuck, and carried out the most basic mathematical pursuit problems. He couldn't outrun Chuck at all.

Seeing Chuck rushing towards him at the same speed, the bald professor looked a little flustered. After all, it is such an exciting thing to confront people head-on. He, who is usually an architecture professor who occasionally acts as a killer out of interest, has never experienced such a thing.

But he quickly calmed down and took out a scalpel.

That's right!

He claims that his assassination techniques are like exquisite surgical anatomy. Apart from the similar style, there is another very important reason, that is, in order to enrich his assassination methods, he has truly practiced the saying that interest is the best teacher. In his spare time, he taught himself anatomy, and he was quite comfortable with a scalpel.

Chuck's rushing body stopped three meters away from the bald professor.

The balding professor smiled at Chuck.

As a serial perverted murderer, after going through the panic at the beginning, he didn't know whether it was nervous or exciting, but he didn't actually have any fear.

Besides, although Chuck is tall and strong, he has a knife in his hand.

Chuck stood there silent for a moment, stretched his hand into his suit, and when he took it out again, he already had a big gun in his hand.

"..."

The bald professor looked at the dark and heavy extension tube Desert Eagle in Chuck's hand, then at the small scalpel in his hand, and fell silent for a moment.

At this time, the door opened and an African-American girl came out.

The bald professor couldn't help looking over, the scalpel in his hand moved slightly towards that side, and made a gesture to Chuck with his eyes.

boom!
With the sound of a gunshot, the bald professor felt a tremor in his hand, and his hand went numb, and the scalpel had already fallen to the corner of the wall.

"..."

Seeing Chuck holding a gun and looking at himself calmly, the bald professor fell silent again. Facing such a powerful opponent who was not prepared to talk about martial arts, he was as rational as he, and made a final resistance, holding up the bullet-hit surgery The hand trembling with the knife made a gesture of surrender.

Ok.

Never give Chuck a chance to empty the magazine.

And the African-American girl who opened the door has already gone to nowhere without making a sound. Obviously, she has enough experience in how to deal with such famous scenes, and she is very New Yorker.

"See you again so soon."

This building is right next to the NYPD 99 branch, and the annoying detectives arrived immediately. When they saw the bald professor who raised his hands in surrender, he smiled at Chuck and said, "What's going on?"

"He's a killer."

Chuck had already put away his gun, nodded to the annoying detectives, and briefly introduced some situations.

"Are you thinking too much? Although this kind of accident is a bit bizarre, it is not unheard of."

The annoying police detective found the wallet from the bald professor's clothes, took out his driver's license to check, and immediately suspected: "He is a professor of architecture at New York University."

"Yes, I'm a university professor."

The bald professor smiled.

"That was his murder weapon."

Chuck pointed to the scalpel in the corner: "Room No. 12 on the 18th floor is the room where the air conditioner fell out. There must be evidence of his murder in it."

"Holy shit!"

Detective Amy Santiago squatted in the corner, looked at the scalpel hit by the bullet, yelled directly, and turned to look at Chuck: "What kind of bullet is this? What kind of gun are you using?"

Chuck drew his gun.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was dumbfounded: "You usually carry this kind of gun on you?"

"I'm a Texan."

Chuck was succinct.

"...Not many Texans would carry such a powerful long-barreled pistol, right?"

Detective Amy Santiago grumbled.

"I follow human instinct and like big ones."

Chuck frowned and looked at her: "Don't you like it?"

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago is speechless.

"Yeah, Detective San Diego, don't you like it?"

The troublesome detective got into his old ways again, and couldn't help making jokes from the sidelines.

"Let's take him back to the police station first."

Detective Amy Santiago no longer wanted to talk to Detective Chuck and Detective Annoyance, for fear of attracting people from other bureaus to rob the case or even arrest them as a case. He said something and escorted the bald professor downstairs .

For the scene and evidence, there will naturally be a follow-up identification department to finish.

NYPD99 branch.

trial room.

"Be honest and be lenient..."

As soon as Detective Annoyance was about to start, the bald professor who was sitting there smiled slightly: "I will explain everything."

Then, one by one, he began to tell the details of what he had experienced as a killer out of interest.

"what's the situation?"

Detective Amy Santiago, who was standing in front of the one-way glass wall outside the interrogation room, was a little confused.

"He knew he couldn't get away with the crime, so he had a showdown."

Chuck is not surprised: "He needs an audience, and here is New York, there is no death penalty, killing one and killing dozens, the only difference is that killing dozens is qualified to negotiate conditions, and it will be better."

With that said, he pushed the door and walked in, leaving Detective Amy Santiago dumbfounded.

She really wanted to refute and complain, but she was at a loss for words once, because what Chuck said seemed unbelievable, but it was indeed the reality of New York.

After the NYPD has no magical "execution of justice" in the arrest process, it will follow up to the prosecutor, and the situation will be even more magical. In order for the murderer to tell more victims, the prosecutor will practice the art of dealing.

If this bald professor really killed dozens of people, then with this capital, in New York where there is no death penalty, it is indeed much better to live on the art of trading than to kill only one or two.

Most likely there will be crazy female fans vying to marry him and give birth to six-eared macaques for him when they visit the prison. As long as he is famous enough, the chances of a bald old man embracing spring again in prison are infinitely higher than pretending to be a normal person outside.

In the world of American TV dramas, it is so magical!

"Who hired you?"

Chuck went in and got straight to the point: "If you don't say it, I will find your weakness and target you. If you say it, I will let this detective help you find a good position in the prison."

"Is it that direct?"

The bald professor had a smile all over his face.

"Because I know you know the time."

Chuck gave him the same look he had when the gun confronted him earlier.

"..."

The bald professor smiled.

It was not a pleasant experience to confront Chuck's gun with a knife at the elevator entrance just now. It was not because of fear of being scared or something, but because Chuck's lack of martial arts morality really made him quite depressed as a serial perverted murderer.

Detective Annoyance didn't say a word this time. Although he broke his mouth, he was still able to control himself at critical moments.

"Okay, I said."

The bald professor did not choose to resist as always, nodded, and smiled again: "It's just that you want to get some news from me, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, because I don't know who he is, and I don't know anything about him. .”

Chuck didn't speak, just motioned him to continue with his eyes.

"Three years ago, I was on a business trip to London. When I went to a bar at night, a tall man suddenly sat next to me, which shocked me. I have heard of the urban legend of England..."

The bald professor said calmly: "Then he invited me to dinner, and when I was thinking about how to refuse to get away, he said the reason, I was wrong.

He didn't say his name, said he was our client, he just wanted to talk to me about the fact that I'm actually a serial killer, he said he was experienced in spotting hidden sociopaths, he said he would keep in touch, I Never saw him again, was in touch with him by phone and text, but he was right, I was a serial killer. "

"How many people did you kill?"

Detective Amy Santiago also came in at this time, and couldn't help asking when he heard this.

"31."

The bald professor is frank.

"31?"

Detective Amy Santiago can't take it: "You mean there were 31 previous 'accidents' in New York?"

"Yes, compared to other legends, I'm still a newcomer."

The bald professor sighed: "After three years of accumulation, I can make national news three times at most."

Detective Amy Santiago froze.

Happy America, shoot every day.

In the United States, there are more than one shooting every day. Everyone has heard it for a long time, so the number of people who were shot and killed is less than 10 (excluding the shooter himself). )of.

Now being used as a metaphor by the bald professor, a serial perverted killer, still shocked her greatly.

"Actually, although I am clean and steady in my actions, I always secretly hope that you can find out and find me."

The bald professor looked at Detective Amy Santiago, and said with a sigh: "It's just that you never found out, and the case was closed because of an accident, which makes me a little disappointed."

Speaking of this, a weird and evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why did you come here?"

(End of this chapter)