The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 117 I have a bold idea
"What is this doing?"

The bald Morgan took off his glasses and looked at Chuck with a half-smile: "Any new method of handling the case?"

"Do not."

Chuck shook his head.

"Shh!"

Cheryl, who was lying on the ground, motioned to stop talking, and explained: "I'm not crazy, I'm lying here for a reason."

After finishing speaking, she waited for a few seconds, opened her eyes and got up, looked around, and began to express her feelings: "Tricy was dragged out of the car, and she fell here. Tracy is a warrior. She won't give in, even with a gun to her head."

"She was right."

Al held the file, nodded and said, "There are nail scratches on the seat of the car."

"You think your sister is still alive?"

The bald Morgan glanced at Chuck and asked Cheryl.

"I know she's alive!"

Cheryl said with certainty.

"Is that twin telepathy?"

Bald Morgan said, "Cheryl, you major in physics, right?"

"If you want to ask why people who study science believe in this kind of pseudoscience, I don't know, I just know how I feel."

Cheryl said: "And it's not the kind of telepathy you imagine. I can't feel her pain. If you poke her with a needle, I won't feel pain or cry, but if something bothers her or Something is wrong, I can feel it."

Speaking of this, she looked at Chuck: "My feeling tells me that Trish is still alive."

"very good."

Chuck nodded.

"You really believe this feeling?"

Bald Morgan looked at Chuck in surprise.

"What is your job at BAU?"

Chuck asked back.

"..."

The bald Morgan froze for a moment.

BAU is the face of the FBI, where the spotlight is shrouded in the work, you can achieve more results, and it is a shortcut to promotion. Countless FBI applications, but only these few people.

Therefore, each BAU team member is the result of careful selection, and everyone has their own unique skills.

In addition to the classic methods of the tactical team such as kicking doors and blasting, and the most important skin color, his unique skills are actually simulating criminal psychology, substituting in and finding clues.

How to say this kind of ability, to a certain extent, it is no different from Cheryl's twin telepathy, which relies on mysterious and mysterious feelings.

He said Cheryl now, as if he was laughing at fifty steps.

"See, it's not a new method of handling cases."

Chuck nodded at the bald Morgan: "Strictly speaking, Cheryl's feeling for the twin sister is much more scientific than your feeling for the criminal."

"..."

The bald-headed Morgan made his face look ugly when Chuck said that he would kill someone with a heart.

Secretly regret that I shouldn't be so careless!

"why?"

Al spoke for his colleagues: "Although Morgan relies on a sense of substitution, it is more about rich experience."

"Because Cheryl and Trish are not ordinary twins."

Chuck looked at them: "They are mirror-image twins, the reverse asymmetric single gold fertilized egg splits on the 9th to 12th day, the last strand of DNA code just coincides, and some of Trish's organs that should have grown on the left grow on the On the right, situs inversus, a very miraculous pair of twins, if telepathic, they are more likely than the other twins."

"Ok."

Al was stunned, and looked at Chuck curiously: "So you really believe in this induction?"

"I think this is a good experimental topic."

Chuck shook his head: "One of my favorite comedy masters made a movie in which there were a pair of mirrored twin sisters. He once tried to test the telepathy of the mirrored twin sisters."

"The results of it?"

Al asked curiously.

"It was a comedy movie."

Chuck looked at her: "It was shot for fun, it's not the same as a real scientific experiment, and the results don't have any reference significance."

"..."

Al's mouth twitched.

There is no reference meaning and you are still talking fart.

Chuck ignored her. The experiment results of the comedy master's filming were spoofed for the sake of being funny. There is indeed no reference value, but the idea of ​​this scientific experiment has deep connotations as always and is thought-provoking.

"Cheryl, we should go back."

Chuck greeted.

"it is good!"

Cheryl nodded immediately.

The bald Morgan and Al can only stay here, doing what Cheryl just did.

"What did you say you were competing with him for?"

After the client left, Al couldn't help laughing and said, "It's always you who gets depressed in the end."

"It's genetically determined to be male."

Bald Morgan shrugged, "I don't want to either."

The last time they investigated the case of Bloody John, Chuck and the others flew straight to California, leaving him and Al here. Before they could find any clues, the case had already been solved there.

This feeling is not a pleasant experience for him who wants to make a name for himself in BAU.

There are six people in the BAU, five whites, and he is the only one of African descent. His specialty is imitating criminals. More than once, he was laughed at because of his correct skin color and hidden racial discrimination.

He has more pressure to prove himself than anyone else!
So everyone else in the group adores or approves or appreciates the white Chuck, but he can't help bickering with Chuck.

This is not only the aggressiveness of the male top predator, but also the inevitable result of various pressures.

He started his work, walking around to check.

"What is he doing?"

The local policeman was puzzled when he saw this scene.

"role play."

"Get some useful information by thinking like a kidnapper," Al explained.

"It's really scientific."

The policeman couldn't help laughing.

"..."

Al's face darkened.

Looks like Chuck isn't alone in seeing this.

"Ok."

The bald Morgan ignored the ridicule, stood there with his eyes closed, took a deep breath, and entered the kidnapper's perspective: "She and her boyfriend are almost inseparable. In order to get close to her, I need to kill her boyfriend. He is a victim. He is Who? Shooting in the face, obviously with personal emotions involved, killing her boyfriend, getting rid of this stumbling block..."

Speaking of this, he opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at Al, with a flash of light in his eyes, as if he had seen through the truth, and said slowly: "Let her be alone."

Al and the other officers watched him, waiting for him to continue.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The bald Morgan broke away from the kidnapper's perspective and looked at the crowd in puzzlement.

"..."

Al was speechless, hesitant to speak.

The other police officers were not so polite, and said with a sneer: "That's it? Listen to what you have to say, if you listen to what you say, who doesn't know that the kidnapper killed her boyfriend to clear the way and take the girl away? You are not as good as that sister, people Anyway, I feel that my sister is still alive."

"..."

The bald Morgan blushed, but fortunately, he couldn't tell because of his skin color. He ignored the sneering police officers, greeted Al and left.

Chuck didn't know this scene, and he drove Cheryl to her house.

They went straight to the scene of the crime as soon as they arrived and have not yet returned home.

"father!"

As soon as Cheryl got home, she threw herself on a middle-aged man with a beard, crying.

"Cheryl."

Cheryl's father hugged his daughter, also crying.

"Chuck, you're here."

Reed greeted Chuck with a smile.

"Ah."

Chuck nodded in response.

"Dr. Wolf, I heard that you went to the crime scene, did you gain anything?"

asked Gideon, the spiritual leader of the BAU.

"According to the traces at the scene, Cheryl's sister Trish and the others were stopped by a car on the road while driving home. Tracy's boyfriend who was driving was shot in the face, and Tracy was arrested during resistance."

Chuck said: "This is obviously a planned crime. Such a strong resistance did not provoke the criminal to be cruel. It is obviously asking for Tracy, so I think Cheryl's feeling is right, Trish is still alive. .”

"What does the other party want?"

A voice sounded.

Chuck looked over, and saw the cool-dressed, ravine, enchanting, and good-looking young woman standing next to Cheryl's father spoke.

"I don't know yet."

Chuck shook his head: "The other party sent a kidnapping letter, either for money and sex, or pretending to ask for money and sex, and the real target is Mr. Davenport."

"it's all my fault!"

Cheryl's father said painfully.

"No!"

Cheryl yelled, "Dad, it's not your fault! You're a hero fighting criminals, and Trish and I are proud of you."

Her father is a well-known prosecutor in New York. Because he was too upright and capable, he provoked many dangerous people. He received countless death threats in the past ten years. He was forced to enter the U.S. witness protection system three times. protected life.

It's not surprising to be watched.

Too many people thought he was dead.

"What do you think?"

Chuck looked at the beautiful young woman.

"what?"

The beautiful young woman was taken aback.

"Cheryl feels Mr. Davenport is doing a great job and they are proud to be her daughters."

Chuck said: "As Davenport's wife and Cheryl's stepmother, how do you evaluate your husband's work?"

"pretty good."

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, the beautiful young woman forced a smile. Later, seeing her stepdaughter Cheryl looking at her suspiciously, she simply said, "It's just too dangerous! It's a blessing to be saved by a hero, but it's a tragedy to be a hero's family." .”

"I used to think that marrying a promising prosecutor and being the prosecutor's wife is very beautiful, but now I think it's uncomfortable to stay in a small place?"

Cheryl said coldly: "No one forced you to marry my father! You insisted on marrying my father!"

"Yes, I have a choice."

The beautiful young woman sneered: "You have no choice. Born in such a family, what will happen to the result of your efforts to escape?"

"you!"

Cheryl was furious.

"Cheryl."

Mr. Davenport hurried to reassure his wife and daughter.

Chuck and Gideon watched this scene silently. It was obvious that Davenport was well aware of the conflict between his wife and daughter, and he was able to comfort him with ease.

(End of this chapter)