The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 235 Dante Questionnaire!Beverly: Dr. Wolf, let's do the experiment together!
When Chuck was looking at Senator Shimoki with great emotion, the phone rang, and he took it over and saw that it was Little Leonard.

"Chuck, my mom asked me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night."

On the other end of the phone came little Leonard's happy voice mixed with sourness and worry. Without Chuck asking, little Leonard had already explained himself: "I didn't dare to ask the reason, but I'm afraid it was because of Sheldon."

It's a happy occasion to have Chuck over for dinner.

But for the sake of little Sheldon, it would make him, a genuine son, jealous and uncomfortable, and worry that his mother would anger his good friend and idol, not to mention how complicated his mood is at this moment.

"understood."

Chuck didn't say no.

He didn't think Beverly would stand up for little Sheldon, and even if she did, he didn't care.

Nothing to say that night.

next night.

Chuck drove Monica and Howard Jr. to Hofstadter's house on time.

"Monica, can you tell my mother to let me stay here for a while, or move the school here?"

Little Howard sat in the back row, muttering a plea to his cousin in the passenger seat.

"I've said it all, I don't care about this matter."

Monica said with a headache: "It's not like you don't know about Auntie. If I tell you, she will definitely blame me. Who doesn't know that you are her ass."

"No ass face!"

Little Howard hesitated for a moment, and seeing Monica gave the look of "you experience it yourself", he quickly changed the subject, and continued to beg: "But I can't bear Leonard, I don't have any friends, and I finally got introduced by you. I got to know Leonard, you know, my dad is gone now..."

"Damn it!"

Monica couldn't hear this, and interrupted angrily: "I will mention it to my aunt, but I can't guarantee the result, so don't hold out too much hope."

"This is enough!"

Little Howard said happily: "At that time, I will agree from the sidelines. I am already 12 years old. That stinky Sheldon has already gone to college at the age of 12. I am almost there, and I have to leave her."

"Do you dare to compare with little Sheldon?"

Monica sneered.

"Why don't you dare?"

Little Howard said with a smile: "You didn't see him like yesterday, so what if he is awesome? You are not a child, you know how to cry!"

Monica couldn't help looking at Chuck who was driving, her eyes were full: "Poor baby, look at what you've done!"

"It's funny that you think you can leave your mother?"

Chuck said blankly.

"Why can't I?"

Little Howard's smile stagnated, and he said unconvinced: "When I go to college, I will be able to leave completely. Even as long as Monica persuades my mother, I will be able to leave my mother when I go to middle school. At that time, I will be able to make a big splash." Chasing girls with skills, after all, no girl likes a boy who is a mother."

"It's funny, you actually think your aunt is the biggest obstacle in chasing girls?"

When Monica heard this, she couldn't help laughing, and imitated Chuck's tone of mocking her little cousin.

"...My mother is indeed the biggest obstacle, um, why not?"

Little Howard was a little annoyed at being laughed at. He straightened out his ribs and thought: "I am versatile. Girls actually like this kind of thing. Even if I don't like this kind of thing, I have one thing after another. I can cast a wide net and catch more. Fish, someone always takes the bait."

"Keep this good attitude."

Monica sneered: "Your cousin Rose also thought he was a lover~"

"Ross is also quite awesome. Not only did he marry a lesbian, but he also let her have a baby for herself."

Little Howard smiled wretchedly: "The only failure is that I didn't let that one join the family~"

Monica immediately looked at Little Howard with disgust.

Little Howard still wanted something from her, so he immediately stopped talking with a smile on his face.

To the Hofstadter house.

Little Howard immediately went to play with little Leonard.

"Dr. Wolf, thank you for coming."

Beverly greeted mechanically.

"Sorry, how is Sheldon doing now?"

Monica immediately said embarrassingly: "Chuck didn't want to, he never thought of hurting Sheldon, maybe it's just the way they get along..."

"Sheldon is fine. His recent mood changes have given me a big breakthrough in my research."

Beverly nodded.

"what!"

Monica was stunned: "Didn't you invite Chuck over this time to show Sheldon?"

"of course not."

Beverly pushed her glasses, and said lightly: "I have always felt that Dr. Wolfe's relationship with him is very good, and it can provide the greatest impetus for Sheldon's growth."

Speaking of this, she nodded to Chuck: "Here, on behalf of Sheldon and myself, I thank Dr. Wolfe for your contribution!"

"You're welcome."

Chuck accepted the thank you frankly.

"..."

Monica looked at one who dared to thank and the other who dared to accept, and was completely speechless: "Then the purpose of your invitation this time is to thank Chuck for his 'contribution'?"

"of course not."

Beverly shook her head: "I know that Dr. Wolfe is not interested in these customs. It's just incidental. Dr. Wolfe is invited to come here this time because he has something to ask for."

"whats the matter?"

Chuck asked.

"Leonard should have told you that I'm a neurologist, psychiatrist, and psychologist at Princeton."

Beverly began to talk about business: "My sister Diane is a well-known lawyer in Chicago, so I have always had a strong interest in criminal psychopaths, and I have been actively doing research in this area over the years.

As a neuropsychological consultant in the New York Prosecutor's Office, I have been exposed to a large number of cases. I gradually have an idea and am advancing it. I need the assistance of a real expert. I want to do experiments with you. "

"puff!"

When Monica heard this, she sprayed the water out of her mouth.

Now that the words of doing experiments have completely changed in her ears, she glanced at Beverly, and even though she knew that it was impossible for Chuck and Beverly to do the same scientific experiment as hers, she still had a strange expression on her face.

"it is good."

Chuck nodded.

"You can join in too."

Seeing Monica looking at her strangely, Beverly added calmly: "The more people there are, the better."

"Cough cough."

Monica only felt that the choking throat after spraying water just now was more uncomfortable, and the coughing became more severe, but it was hard to express what was in her heart.

"Wait a mininute."

Beverly reached out her hand to signal, then got up to get ready.

"She's a consultant too?"

Monica asked curiously, "What can she advise?"

"She talks to the person being prosecuted to confirm their ability to stand trial, and then testifies as an expert witness to help jurors understand the statutory duty of defense against insanity."

Chuck explained. Seeing that Monica was a little confused, he said in words she could understand: "It is to help identify whether the prisoner is mentally ill, such as a serial killer. As long as he knows that this is wrong, it means that they are not mentally ill. Not crazy, legally speaking, sane."

"Sounds like it's easy to give excuses and reasons to the bad guys to get away with the law..."

Monica hesitated.

"You feel right."

Chuck nodded.

"Is that so..."

Monica looked around and saw that Beverly hadn't come yet, so she leaned over to Chuck and said in a low voice, "Then isn't she a bad person?"

"On a legal level, no."

Chuck shook his head: "On the moral level, neither is she, because compared to the general neuropsychologists with interests, Dr. Beverly Hofstadter is just a straightforward scholar with a very high IQ. In the records of the New York Attorney's Office, she testified on the side of the prosecutor and determined that the other party was sane and of full criminal capacity."

"is it?"

When Monica heard this, she was immediately delighted.

No one wants to be friends with someone who specializes in helping people get away with crime, even if the other party is fine on a legal level.

Then she discovered the problem: "In that case, is there a problem? It's impossible for all criminals to pretend to be mentally ill, right?"

"She did not attend all of the testimonials, only those she could identify."

Chuck explained: "For those that cannot be verified as true or false, she chooses to avoid them."

"Wow! She's amazing!"

Monica praised.

"Just a wise move."

Chuck nodded.

At this time, Beverly walked over with a box, and Monica noticed that she had put on gloves.

"This is?"

Monica wondered.

"Experimental apparatus."

Beverly said, carefully opened the box, and then carefully took out a dark object with gloved hands, and put it on the mat that was prepared on the table: "This is a moldy crabapple fruit, I asked Leonard to pick it up on the street."

Then they took out three more things one by one: "The hair from the drain, the dirty socks covered in mud, and the dead cockroaches."

Monica leaned back directly away from the table, looking at Beverly in disbelief: "What kind of experiment are you doing?"

She knew that Beverly, like Chuck and Little Sheldon, had cleanliness, things that ordinary people would avoid, let alone Beverly and the others.

"I want to know, which of these things would you like to eat?"

Beverly asked.

"Of course not one."

Monica covered her nose and shook her head again and again.

"Please respect science, imagine, if you had to choose one to eat, what would you choose?"

Beverly reminded, "Dr. Wolf?"

"Cockroaches, crab apples, hair, dirty socks."

Chuck gave his answer as usual.

"Very well, it seems that you have guessed the purpose of my experiment."

Beverly nodded, and then looked at Monica: "Now I hope you, like Dr. Wolfe, rank them according to your willingness to eat, and trust your intuition."

"My gut tells me not to eat any of them."

Monica complained, seeing Beverly squinting at herself, so she glanced at the four things on the table again: "I choose the same as Chuck, now can you tell me what is the use of this experiment?"

"Imagine if you were the judge."

Beverly put away these things one by one, and then said: "One day you will sentence a photographer from China Unicom Liu Bei, and a man who imprisoned women in the basement. These two defendants are disgusting, but a certain person Does a longer sentence mean the other one doesn't deserve it so much?"

"Of course China Unicom is even more damned!"

cried Monica.

"Don't get excited, we are explaining a fact, that is how to quantify the crime?"

Beverly said calmly: "The current legal sentence, the jury convicts, the judge sentences, and the judge's discretion is too great, and the maneuverability in it is too strong, which is very harmful. You should know that there have been very serious cases recently. The news that the lively judges colluded with private prisons and sent thousands of underage children to prison?"

"Of course I did."

Monica complained: "One of them was only eight years old, and he was put in prison for scolding the principal. He didn't even let the child hug his parents to say goodbye. Afterwards, it turned out that the judge was trying to get kickbacks from the private prison to make money. Outrageous!"

"This kind of thing is not an isolated case, and there is an increasingly complete ecological chain of interests."

Beverly raised her glasses: "The judge's discretion is a very crucial part of it, but if you quantify the crime and compress the judge's discretion as much as possible, then there will be fewer such things in the future?"

"Your experiment has this effect?"

When Monica heard this, she immediately became interested in this experiment and no longer rejected it.

"Of course!"

Beverly raised her chin: "Through questionnaires and using big data, let everyone in the United States jointly decide which crime should be punished more severely, depriving the judge of discretion, so that after the jury convicts, the result of the sentence is everyone's With a common will, the result must be fairer!"

"Great!"

Monica was dumbfounded, and then gave a thumbs up.

She really didn't expect that Beverly, who was very similar to Little Sheldon, was not a purely intellectual elitist, but had a side willing to trust the general public.

"Chuck, what do you say?"

"The idea is good, but there are many problems."

Chuck said calmly: "First of all, the idea of ​​quantitative conviction itself is reducing the rights of judges, and it is also hurting the right of other powerful people to 'democracy (do whatever they want)', and it is directly related to the founding of the United States. In fact, the idea that the minority obeys the majority but prevents the majority from harming the minority runs counter to the concept, and it is impossible to pass it.

Secondly, this questionnaire has great risks. "

"What risk?"

Beverly frowned.

She admitted that Chuck's first point made sense, and she thought about it, but she felt that "achieving the seemingly impossible" is very tempting in itself, if anyone can do it, then why should she do it?
"Have you tried this questionnaire yet?"

Chuck didn't answer the question.

"Try it out."

Beverly nodded: "The depravity and cruelty measurement test, after the acronym, is called the Dante questionnaire for short."

Chuck took out his mobile phone and searched. Monica leaned over to take a look, and read out some questions casually: "It is understandable to kill to protect the one you love, even if it is premeditated? Taking pleasure in abuse is better than murder." Oops?"

Seeing this, she couldn't stand it anymore, and complained: "These questions are indeed enough for Dante!"

Dante wrote the Divine Comedy Trilogy, including the Inferno. Monica thinks it is really appropriate to use Dante to name these hell problems.

"Thousands of people have participated in the survey in more than a dozen countries. In fact, the number has been increasing exponentially recently."

Beverly said quite proudly: "I think it should be the word-of-mouth effect, and it has social attributes."

"Close it!"

Chuck said.

"why?"

Beverly frowned: "What are the problems and risks?"

"If I'm not mistaken, there will be a lot of serial perverted killers among these tens of thousands of people."

Chuck reminded.

"what?!"

Monica was stunned.

"You mean someone will use this questionnaire to recruit perverts?"

After being taken aback for a moment, Beverly immediately figured it out, and frowned, "Are you worrying too much?"

"Am I worrying too much?"

Chuck looked at her calmly: "If I'm not mistaken, the number of people participating in the online questionnaire is the largest, and the fastest growing are Ami, Aying, Australia Rat, Island Country, Canada..."

Beverly: "..."

(End of this chapter)