The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 141 The clown is actually me!
"Is it okay to speak human language?"

Susan complained: "Even you can't do anything?"

"No."

Chuck shook his head: "Your Internal Revenue Service was defrauded by customer service personnel with an Indian accent. This is Mr. McGough's first thought of recommending it to me when he knew that I like interesting cases, but after a little research, I chose give up."

"why?"

Susan was puzzled: "I know it's not friendly to women there, and I don't have enough strong partners that I can trust, so I really dare not go there, but you shouldn't be afraid of these things?"

"You're wrong, gender is never an issue over there, let alone race."

Chuck said: "The reason why I gave up directly is not because of what you think, but after finding out their criminal chain, I know that there is no way to investigate it. The real criminals are all staying in India, and you have never been there. , I don’t know the situation there at all, people will stare at you as soon as you get close, and then everyone will be your enemy, even if you catch people, so what? If you catch one today, there will be ten or hundreds of them tomorrow. More and more, the amount of fraud will only increase.”

"..."

Susan was left speechless by the words, and it took a while to be unconvinced: "Then according to what you said, don't handle any cases, because all cases are not isolated cases, they all happened one after another, constantly repeating."

"That's why I'm mainly involved in novel and interesting cases."

Chuck said calmly, "The rest has nothing to do with me."

"You are..."

Susan said unhappily: "In your eyes, as long as we insist on handling cases, as long as it's not interesting, doesn't it make any sense?"

"For me, yes."

Chuck nodded: "For most people, yes."

Susan still wanted to refute, but when she met Chuck's eyes, she suddenly thought that although she won the case, at most the IRS collected a large amount of taxes. For the Gambino family, it was just a loss. A large sum of money is not hurting one's muscles and bones, and one should still do what one should do. For ordinary people, one should still do what one should do.

At this time, Chuck's phone rang, and it was Monica calling: "Chuck, come here quickly, Mr. Huck is dead."

"I'm coming now."

Chuck agreed, nodded to Susan, and left.

"This guy."

Susan looked at Chuck's leaving back, shook her head, calmed down, and left.

Downstairs from Monica's apartment, Mr. Huck's apartment, a group of people gathered here.

When Chuck came over, the door was already open, and a group of old friends were looking at the piles of messy things inside and complaining.

"Chuck, you're here."

Seeing Chuck standing at the door, Monica hurried up to greet him: "How dare you imagine that Mr. Huck has passed away."

Speaking of this, she leaned in front of Chuck and said in a low voice: "I heard that he was still holding a mop when he died. The administrator thought he was sweeping the floor, and Rachel suspected..."

"I asked, it was sudden cardiac death."

Chuck shook his head: "It's a normal way to die."

On the way here, he called Detective Amy San Diego and checked.

"It's said that people are happy to die."

When Chandler heard this, he immediately teased: "Now I'm really happy~ dead~"

"Chandler!"

Monica gritted her teeth and stared at Chandler: "You still make such a joke at this time?!"

"Feel sorry."

Chandler reached out to his mouth and pulled it, making a motion to seal the zipper.

"What makes me even more distressed is that Mr. Harker actually left us an inheritance."

Monica said with mixed emotions: "I always thought that Mr. Huck hated us..."

"He really hates us, he said in his will that we are the noisy girl who lives upstairs, you are number 1, and I am number 2."

Rachel answered: "The more critical inheritance has no money at all."

"Indeed."

Monica looked around: "But although it's all garbage, he didn't choose to leave it to his twin brother in New Mexico, but to us. What does that mean?"

"It means he loves his brother."

Rachel complained: "So he didn't want to bother his brother, did he come all the way here just to inherit this garbage dump? Who wants to! Unless his brother is a garbage collector, otherwise this is the heavy love of my brother."

At the beginning, she was very moved by the fact that Mr. Harker, who had always been against them, left them an inheritance. She immediately asked a key question: "Now let's talk about money."

But unfortunately, the lawyer who came shattered her expectations in an instant, because Mr. Harker didn't keep a penny.

This made her moved instantly shattered.

Although she suspected that Mr. Huck's death was related to them, she was not the only one who stomped and made noises. It was because of Chuck and Monica at first.

Besides, when there are no such things, they gather normally without making any noise, and Mr. Harker finds faults for no reason from time to time.

So it was just an accident, and she didn't think it was their fault.

"Rachel!"

Monica interrupted dissatisfied: "This shows that he loves us. Although he often comes to trouble us, it is actually because he is too lonely and wants to communicate with the outside world. He poked the ceiling, and we responded by stamping our feet. For him It's just a kind of communication, so poor Mr. Harker."

"Using a stick to communicate, sounds familiar~"

Chandler's joke couldn't help but popped out again, smiling only at Chuck and Monica.

"..."

Monica was completely speechless, and just looked at Chandler with murderous eyes.

"what!"

Phoebe came out from the inside, holding a notebook in her hand: "Look quickly! Mr. Harker recorded everything."

"I am healthy, I am healthy."

Chandler hurriedly escaped from Monica's death gaze, ran over to get the notebook in Phoebe's hand, opened it and read: "April 4, loud noise, the Italian came back with a new partner, haha, really Remember the details."

"next!"

Phoebe stood behind him and smiled.

"..."

Chandler glanced at it, and his smile froze immediately, but seeing Phoebe's half-smile look, he, who is good at self-deprecating, simply read it directly: "On April 4th, there was a loud noise, and the Italian's gay roommate bought out of the dryer."

"Mr. Harker really recorded everything, and in such a humorous way."

Phoebe grinned.

"Please! Is this considered humor?"

Chandler said unhappily: "Humor comes from people like me, not Mr. Huck who keeps a straight face all day..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't continue, because Chuck looked at him expressionlessly.

"Well, there are people who can be stern-faced and humorous, but Mr. Harker is definitely not one of them."

Chandler immediately spoke silkily.

"It's really hard to say."

Ross also took a large photo album from the inside and walked out, glanced at Chuck, shook his head and said, "It's nothing special to have a stern face and humor. Many people are like this, and Mr. Huck is it!"

"impossible!"

Chandler didn't believe it at all.

"If you don't believe me, look."

Ross unfolded the big photo album in front of everyone, and read out the autographs of his classmates on the photo album: "Huck, you can make me laugh even in nature class, you are the funniest kid in school."

"Funniest?"

Chandler exclaimed, "That's absolutely impossible!"

"If you don't believe me, he was quite cute when he was young."

Phoebe reminded.

Chandler snatched the album, flipped through it, and commented: "It's not cute, it can only be considered normal... Hey, he was chosen as the clown in the class, and so was I."

Speaking of this, he looked a little wrong, and continued to scroll down: "He plays clarinet in the orchestra, and so do I. He is a member of the model club, and so am I."

At this time, there was noise from upstairs, everyone looked up, Chandler murmured: "This noise is really loud."

Seeing the noise coming one after another, Chandler picked up the mop irritably, looking in the direction of the sound, he poked at the ceiling.

"OMG!"

Phoebe covered her mouth, looked at Chandler in disbelief, and pointed at Chandler: "Mr. Huck is up."

She believed in those gods and ghosts the most, and often felt that the ghost of the old man's death was attached to her.

"ba!"

Chandler reacted belatedly, threw the mop that Mr. Huck was holding on to before he died, and yelled in horror: "OMG! I am Mr. Huck!"

"I think you should say Mom!"

Chuck corrects and reminds.

"Hahaha."

Everyone suddenly burst into laughter.

In fact, this is a habit of Chandler. When surprised, he likes to shout 'ba', not dad's dad, but just a syllable expressing surprise.

But when Chuck said this, the meaning was completely different. It immediately reminded everyone of Chandler's wonderful family. It seems that Chandler does not have a father now, but only two mothers.

"I know what happened. It must be the spirit of Mr. Harker."

After Phoebe laughed, she nodded repeatedly, and then waved to Chandler: "Hi, Mr. Huck, are you okay?"

"It's not that Mr. Harker fucked me, it's that I'm just another Mr. Harker."

Chandler exclaimed: "Look at our hobbies, look at what others say about us, remember Janice? Every time we break up, she will say, Chandler Bing, you will die alone like this, OMG! The present of Mr. Harker is my future, and Mr. Harker is myself!"

"Not exactly the same."

Chuck shook his head.

"What's the difference?"

Chandler laughed at himself: "If you want to say that I am more handsome than him, then it goes without saying, I know, this does not affect the ending."

"influences."

Chuck said frankly: "Mr. Huck pokes the ceiling with a mop, and you probably do the opposite."

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed again.

"But it's the same for you."

Monica looked at Chandler mockingly: "It's all happy ~ dead?"

Chandler: "..."

(End of this chapter)