The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 201 Chuck: As you wish, now you can be really crazy!

"It's okay, there is a forensic doctor."

Chuck gave a reminder, telling the forensic doctor not to clean up the dead, but to come over to bandage the wound of their chief, and then reminded everyone to pay attention to the case itself: "Look at the deadly wound and the lying position of the deceased. The attacker was about 1.85 tall. There's no way someone of that size could have such small hands."

"Thank you Director Tischer for personally verifying."

Chandler sneered: "I believe that when I go to the witness stand in court, these hands must be very convincing."

"This is what I should do."

Director Randy Tischer, who was bandaged by the forensic doctor, nodded and looked at his hands thoughtfully: "When will this wound heal?"

"Don't worry, it will be fine in a few days."

The forensic doctor laughed.

"It's not good."

Director Randy Tischer immediately shook his head: "It is impossible for this case to go to court to testify without more than a week."

Speaking of this, he looked at the forensic doctor seriously: "Can you slow down?"

"..."

Although the forensic doctor in the world of American dramas has always been regarded as a technical geek with various eccentricities, this forensic doctor is still a little embarrassed and speechless when faced with the request of his own director, not sure if this is a joke.

"Relax."

Director Randy Tischer also saw the weirdness and embarrassment in the forensic doctor's eyes, and immediately waved the bandaged hand lightly to help the forensic doctor: "I'm just talking casually... I will discuss it with Sharina when I go back. Well, she's the best nurse ever."

Apart from an awkward yet polite smile, the forensic doctor didn't know how to react.

"Cool boy, I suggest you don't discuss it with your wife."

Chandler patted Commissioner Randy Tischer on the shoulder, and suggested solemnly.

"why?"

Although he was patted on the shoulder by a kid who was ten years younger, Director Randy Tischer didn't mind at all, instead he was a little happy and sincerely asked for advice.

After all, he is the cool boy of the band, he will be a teenager until his death!
"Because it doesn't matter how good a nurse she is, no matter what you say."

Chandler suppressed a smile and said: "But don't forget that she is your wife first, and a wife will never have a good attitude towards a husband who hurts his hands, especially a middle-aged couple~"

"why?"

Commissioner Randy Tischer still looked at Chandler puzzled.

Others also looked over.

"You know~"

Chandler was watched by the crowd, and he could only wink more and more, trying to let the parties understand the importance of their hands to their husband and wife, but he was too embarrassed to say it directly in public.

"I didn't know, so I asked you."

Director Randy Tischer looked at Chandler seriously: "Please tell me, I don't want to make Sharina angry."

Speaking of this, he showed a happy smile on his face: "You don't know, it is very difficult for me and her to get together. She was originally Monk's nurse. At that time, she was divorced and had a child. She was beautiful and affectionate. We had sparks at that time, but unfortunately, for one reason or another, it has been delayed.

Before I realized it, she had remarried with her ex-husband, left San Francisco and returned to her hometown of New Jersey.

At that time Munch was ignorant and terrified at one point, but what they didn't know was that I was even more ignorant and terrified, as if the most important thing in my life was far away from me.

After that, I didn’t want to work in the San Francisco Police Department for a while, and I also resigned and went to the sea to release a rock album with my friends, by the way, there is also a special website..."

"Say the point!"

I don't know which corner came an impatient voice. Obviously, the cool rock boy Randy Tischer has long been 'known', and no one wants to hear this history of the struggle of the rock boy anymore.

"ok, ok."

Director Randy Tischer has a good temper. He looked around, but found no one who said it, and turned the topic back in a good manner: "In short, after four years of delay, Sharina's ex-husband has become After she returned to San Francisco, although she was replaced by Munch's new assistant Natalie, and she was ridiculed openly and secretly because she came back for money, but these are not important, the most important thing is me and The sparks she had accumulated for many years finally exploded completely, and I am willing to leave San Francisco and settle in New Jersey for her, because I am already a mature man!"

clap clap clap!
Chandler clapped vigorously, and after attracting everyone's attention, he wiped his dry eyes with his palm, and acted like he was moved to wipe his tears: "It's so touching. The rock boy has now become a warm husband. It's so beautiful."

"Thank you."

Commissioner Randy Tischer is delighted, looking at Chandler like a confidant.

"Now let's focus on the facts of the case itself, and don't get it wrong."

Chandler quickly called everyone to look at the crime scene: "The happiness of your husband and wife sets off her misfortune even more. Let us concentrate on helping her get justice, shall we?"

"But my hands..."

Commissioner Randy Tischer also wanted Chandler to explain in detail why his hands were not suitable for his wife to bandage and maintain.

"Your hands are fine!"

Chandler immediately interrupted, and quickly said: "After listening to the touching love story of your husband and wife, I understand it. Don't say that your hands are only slightly injured, even if your hands are broken and useless, as long as there is you With this mouth, your wife can feel endless happiness..."

Seeing other people looking at him with strange expressions, Chandler immediately added: "I mean, you play in a rock band, so you must be the lead singer, right?"

"Correct!"

Director Randy Tischer nodded again and again, looking at Chandler with a very fiery gaze, confidant, definitely a confidant!
In rock bands, he is indeed the absolute lead singer!

"I knew it!"

Chandler waved his fingers vigorously, pursed his lips and said: "In short, the love words that come out of your mouth are simply love songs after love songs. How can that woman withstand this continuous attack of love songs? No What about the hands? Just as happy, okay?"

The corners of Jane's mouth twitched, and she looked at the silent Chuck, her eyes were full of "what assistant did you find?".

"I did put a lot of experience into the song and sang it..."

Commissioner Randy Tischer can't help but want to rock out with confidant Chandler.

"Stop singing, get down to business first!"

Chandler glanced at the silent Chuck and the weird-eyed Jane, interrupted quickly, pointed to the sky just like Chuck, and laughed at himself: "Investigate the case seriously, don't talk about other things, or else you'll be serious." Someone will say I'm too loud, and I'll probably be O~M~G."

Director Randy Tischer didn't say anything, he just patted Chandler on the shoulder hard, his eyes full of 'I understand you' expression.

Back then, he was ridiculed and dismissed by all kinds of people. After the serious work was over, he must tell his good partner Chandler: "Other people's opinions are not important, the most important thing in life is to be optimistic and happy to be yourself! "

"So the burglary through the broken window is completely an illusion."

Jane took the initiative to bring back the crooked topic: "The murderer has the house key, so her husband is the biggest suspect."

"It may also be a lover or a mistress."

Chandler couldn't help but tease: "They may also have keys, you know, it's more exciting at home~"

"..."

Jane squinted at Chandler, who was always trying to be funny, and she felt that there was something in him, and she completely understood why some people said he was arguing.

This sentence is uncomfortable without making fun of yourself!
"It is true that this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Chuck nodded: "But lovers and mistresses can basically be ruled out."

"why?"

Jane puzzled.

"and many more."

Director Randy Tischer suddenly made a sound, and then stretched out his hands in front of him, one high and one low, as if he was wiping away the obstacles in front of him, his eyes were fixed on the slowly moving hands, and he turned his feet, just like this Round and round.

"what are you doing?"

Chandler endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back, and teased aloud: "How about using magic to summon souls?"

"No."

Director Randy Tischer explained with a smile: "I'm imitating Munch, he does this every time he solves a case, according to his words, this can separate the world and allow him to concentrate on observing from his perspective." unknown details."

"Does it work?"

Chandler laughed.

"I have learned it for 11 years, and it is only useful for Munch."

Commissioner Randy Tischer tells the truth.

"...then you still continue to study?"

Jane was speechless.

"Feel sorry."

Chief Randy Tischer smiled apologetically: "The main reason is that I met Detective Chuck today, and I want to try the classic moves of Detective Amon. Maybe this time it will work?"

Everyone: "..."

It really makes sense!Detective Amon used gestures instead of brains to solve the case!
"Doctor Wolfe, do you understand?"

Commissioner Randy Tischer looks at Chuck.

"Well, both a gift and a curse."

Chuck Mode said the classic lines of detective Amon emotionally.

"Ha! You really understand it!"

Randy Tischer was very excited when he heard this classic line: "This sentence is simply the most appropriate portrayal of Monk!"

"Chuck was talking about you."

Chandler groaned.

Your natural sense of humor is both a gift and a curse!
"I?"

Randy Tischer looked at Chuck puzzled.

"Look at the murder weapon and the location of the murder weapon."

Chuck didn't answer him, but reminded everyone: "The murderer didn't pick up the more convenient artwork, but took six steps to pick up another unconventional artwork and smashed the deceased to death. Why?"

Everyone immediately looked at the artworks placed around the scene. The closest one was a handle-shaped artwork. It was thin in the front and thick in the back, and it was very smooth. Holding it with one hand was not much worse than holding a baseball bat.

"It's the work of Evan Gold!"

Jane picked up the artwork with gloves on. After flipping through it, she saw the signature on the base, and suddenly exclaimed: "He or his mistress is one of his own, and he doesn't want to destroy his own artwork, so he put it on Think about this during the fight!"

"Wonderful!"

Commissioner Randy Tischer praised: "This inference is very reasonable, the jury will eat it, and now we only need to confirm that the husband of the deceased did not have a mistress who was around 1.85 in height."

Having said this, he paused, glanced at Chandler, and added in a low voice: "Or a lover, and someone who is willing to kill for him."

"..."

Faced with the friendly wink of the naturally dumb Director Randy Tischer, the corner of Chandler's mouth twitched. This meme is not going to survive in this life, right?

"Now let's go and see Evan Gold's studio."

Chuck stepped out: "See if his well-prepared alibi is impeccable."

"Chandler, take my car!"

Director Randy Tischer greeted warmly.

"you sure?"

Chandler looked at his bandaged hands.

"Oh."

Commissioner Randy Tischer looked at his hands, then smiled suddenly, and then followed Chandler into Chuck's car.

Chandler really wanted to tell you to take Jane's car, and he wanted to talk to Chuck alone, but facing such a pure and enthusiastic Randy, he could only swallow the words.

Jane didn't get into Chuck's car, but drove to follow.

Because four people got into one car, if Evan Gold was directly arrested later, it would be inconvenient to have one car.

The case has been deduced to the present, and she has completely believed in Chuck's judgment. This is a typical American wife murder case, regardless of how this scumbag husband Evan Gold carefully planned the so-called perfect alibi. After that, it will definitely be easily dismantled.

Art creation needs inspiration, and sculpture is very noisy, so Evan Gold's studio, who is not short of money, is located in the mountains, which is a bit similar to Chuck's mountainside villa, but a little simpler.

When Chuck and the others arrived, Piggy Gold was packing his things with his earphones on and his back to the door.

"It's him!"

Jane became more and more determined.

If it wasn't him who killed his wife, if it were any husband, how could the wife be murdered and the husband still be leisurely listening to music and doing odd jobs?

"Mr. Evan Gold!"

Commissioner Randy Tischer stepped forward to call out, but there was no response after calling three times, until he went up and patted him on the shoulder, the pigtail turned around and took off the earphones, and glanced at everyone: "You are not looking for the bastard who killed my wife, What are you doing here with me?"

"We're looking."

Chandler swayed, sneering in his eyes.

"Meet you again, Detective Chuck."

Little Braid Gold smiled at Chuck inexplicably, and then looked at Director Randy Tischer: "Are they also police?"

"This is Dr. Chuck Wolfe, the bureau's adviser, and these two are his assistants."

Director Randy Tischer introduced.

"I have already answered what should be answered."

The braided Gold looked at Jane: "What a surprise, there is always such an unusually beautiful existence around you, and I have the material for my new goddess again."

"Don't worry, when you are in prison, you will have time to be inspired by the collision."

Chuck looked at the studio calmly.

"see it?"

Chandler jumps up, points at Pigtail Gold, and yells at Commissioner Randy Tischer, "This is the right time for you to use that meme!"

"What the hell?"

Commissioner Randy Tischer pursed his lips and smiled, then leaned forward and whispered to Chandler.

"..."

Chandler was speechless.

You used it so silky and used it so frequently before, but now you don’t know how to use it anymore. Chuck clearly means that after the little braid Gold went to prison and was inspired by countless collisions, he created a new goddess statue , I am afraid that the physical characteristics can no longer be described as goddesses.

"Are you accusing me of something?"

The little braided Gold narrowed his eyes: "If not, please apologize, or I will sue you for defamation!"

"If it's the truth, it's not slander."

Chuck had finished watching all the studios at this moment, and looked at the little braided Gold with calm eyes: "I already have evidence to prove that you are the murderer!"

"impossible!"

Little braided Gold panicked, avoiding Chuck's gaze, walked to a sculpture, lifted off the white cloth covering, revealing a Western-style goddess, and shouted: "I have an alibi, I have been there since the incident. All with her, the receipt for 2 tons of Belgian gray marble is here, you can call and ask."

"No, you didn't!"

Chuck debunked: "Your so-called alibi is just saying that it takes more than 12 hours to carve this sculpture, but that is normal. If you use a jackhammer to carve, it can greatly reduce the sculpture time. One hour is enough. After the sculpture The studio is dusty, but there's a long trail of an extension cord, you've blown a fuse, you must be using a high-power appliance, and sculptors aren't mainstream with their jackhammers, but they're not. Means you can't use it, so your alibi has no effect at all."

"Are you joking?"

Little braided Gold cried out in more panic: "I chopped up the gravel? And then? Where did I put it? That's two whole tons of marble! Did I eat it?"

"You come and tell me!"

Chuck said calmly.

"What did you say?"

Little braided Gold was taken aback.

"Since you said that I made a mistake."

Chuck looked at him: "So tell us, after you spent 12 hours carving the sculpture, where is the rest of the gravel that was cut out by normal carving methods?"

Little braided Gold was stunned.

He only refuted Chuck's statement, and laughed at Chuck's guess without evidence, but forgot that this is a problem with two sides. No matter what kind of gravel is cut, it must exist. He can't cut it while cutting it. Put all these gravels away and throw them somewhere unknown, right?

That would be suspicious!

At this moment, facing Chuck's calm gaze, his plump forehead immediately sweated, and facing the eyes of everyone clasping their hands and "grabbing you", he shouted: "I don't need to answer any questions for you, you and I have a conflict, and they are targeting me, my lawyer will be here soon, if you have any questions, you can talk to my lawyer!"

(End of this chapter)