The daily life of American drama detective

The underground morgue.

"Hi~"

When the forensic doctor at the police station saw the two beauties, Mia and Nicole, their eyes lit up, and they directly reached out to beckon them.

Then they found that their eyes were all on the corpse covered with a cloth in front of him, and said a little embarrassedly: "You may have to be mentally prepared, the corpse is seriously damaged by the sand."

"Open it."

Randy ordered.

The forensic doctor nodded and slowly lifted the cloth.

Mia's eyes widened through the window, and she couldn't help shouting: "Oh, my god!"

"Is this your husband?"

Randy asked.

"no!"

After shaking her head in horror, Mia turned around and rushed out covering her mouth.

"I'll go see her."

Nicole nodded to Chuck and the two, and quickly chased them out.

"Is it my illusion, since she is not her husband, why does it feel like she has seen a ghost?"

Randy looked at Chuck strangely.

Before Chuck could speak, the forensic doctor interjected directly: "This is the first time an ordinary person sees a corpse. It's not surprising."

"is it?"

Randy suddenly showed reserved and uncontrollable pride: "I think I was the first time I went to the police and saw the dead body, so it's not like this! It seems like it was born."

"That is!"

The forensic doctor flattered: "Otherwise, why would you be the chief!"

Randy was even happier until the forensic doctor took out the lunch box and stood in front of the corpse to eat. Seeing him looking over, he handed it to him and said politely, "Director, would you like some?"

The food in the lunch box was lake mixed with tomato sauce. Randy watched the forensic doctor eat happily, waved his hand directly, and said to Chuck, "Let's go."

After saying a word, he took the lead to go out.

But before he walked out of the underground morgue, Randy couldn't hold it anymore, he leaned over and vomited.

The forensic doctor was not surprised when he heard the movement outside, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He likes to watch those scenes where he pretends to be strong and handsome for only three seconds in front of him.

"Detective Chuck, would you like some?"

The forensic doctor sells to Chuck who has not left.

Obviously his bad taste has not dissipated.

"No."

Chuck shook his head and refused, glanced at the forensic doctor with a playful face, pointed out his recipe for ketchup Huhu, and then gave his own improvement plan.

"It tastes better this way?"

Forensic doctors are skeptical.

"It depends on what you think."

Chuck calmly said: "This is the formula I know that uses technology and ruthless imitation to best match your temperament. Not to mention Randy's, even if Dr. House comes over, he will give a thumbs up and say that the taste is pure!"

"Fit with my temperament?"

The forensic doctor looked confused.

Chuck looked at the severely damaged corpse in front of him, and at the delicious meal he was eating in front of him.

"..."

The forensic doctor froze: "You really know how to joke!"

"Do I look like a joker?"

Chuck said blankly.

"...you must be scaring me."

The forensic doctor forced a smile and said, "How do you know what it smells like, and even artificially synthesized a formula with a similar taste?"

"Know Dr. House?"

Chuck asked.

"Of course I do!"

A forensic doctor is also a doctor, so he naturally knows the famous Dr. House nearby.

"This is the dictation he provided."

Chuck said something solemnly, then took a deep look at the corpse with a severely damaged head, and left.

The forensic doctor remembered that Dr. House, who was rumored in the forensic circle, was not particular about hygiene. As long as he felt that there was no problem with the logic, he would often try it directly with his hands and mouth, so as to eliminate the legend whether a disease was caused by food as quickly as possible.

When I looked down again, my whole body was not well, and the more I thought about it, the more nauseated I became, and finally I dumped the lake in the lunch box into the trash can, and started to vomit profusely.

Chuck bypassed Randy, who was resting against the wall, and went up.

Mia and Nicole were no longer in the police station, they were talking in the distance outside the police station, and Chuck looked at them.

for a long time.

Mia noticed the sight, thought of something, turned pale and turned sideways quickly.

Chuck had already walked over and said to Mia, "Come with me!"

"Where? Why?"

Nicole stopped in front of Mia.

"Go to my office."

Chuck ignored her and looked at Mia: "Didn't your husband disappear and need to be found? For Dr. Wilson's sake, I'll take this case."

"no need."

Nicole refused: "We have already reported the case. If we need to find detectives for help, we will also find other people. We can't afford Detective Chuck."

"Please afford it."

Chuck said calmly: "Mia is the heir of St. Anse'an Boys' School, since I have no problem, and money is not a problem, then what is the problem that makes a person who urgently needs to find her missing husband refuse such help? "

Mia and Nicole fell silent immediately.

"follow me!"

Chuck said something more, and flagged down a taxi.

Mia looked at Nicole in horror, waiting for her to make up her mind.

"We have a car, I'll take you there."

Nicole shook Mia's hand and gritted her teeth.

"Need not!"

Chuck looked at her: "I want to talk to the client, are you the client?"

"Mia has a bad heart, she needs someone to accompany her!"

Nicole tries to meet Chuck's eyes.

"Have you brought your medicine?"

Chuck looked at Mia.

"Bring it, bring it."

Mia stammered.

"She has medicine, I know first aid, and the speed is fast. Even if something happens, I can send it to the hospital as soon as possible."

Chuck looked at Nicole blankly: "So is there any reason why you insist on following?"

"Of course there is!"

Nicole said with a bad face: "You are a man, and Mia is a woman, I am not at ease! And even if we really hire you as our private detective, I don't understand why you don't let me accompany you at all?"

"Do you really need me to speak so clearly?"

Chuck asked.

Mia trembled.

Nicole was silent, took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her suit pocket, took out one, lit it, took a deep breath, and said with stubborn eyes: "We want to hear."

"You are a double hearted lover!"

Chuck said calmly: "I like Mia, and now Mia's husband has disappeared for no reason, you yourself have motives and suspicions.

If I exclude you and talk to the client alone, will you still follow me closely? "

The ash in Nicole's hand flicked and fell, she was silent for a moment, turned her back to block Chuck's sight, made eye contact with Mia, and said in her mouth.

"Then you go, if he dares to touch you, call me immediately, we will sue him!"

Mia understood Nicole's eyes. Although she was still terrified, she could only nod her head in agreement, followed Chuck into a taxi, and headed for Ping'an Town.

Speechless all the way.

Even if Mia peeked at Chuck again and again, she found that he didn't mean to speak at all.

Arrived at the office in Ping'an Town.

Secretary Helen glanced at Mia, and said hello, "Mrs. Baran."

Mia just smiled sadly at her, and obediently followed Chuck into the inner office.

Secretary Helen looked at the photo of her and her niece Jane on the desk, and looked at the smiling Jane in the photo, and couldn't help sighing.

The reason why she urged Jane so much back then was that apart from those overbearing wives, there were also ordinary but charming wives.

The principal's wife of St. Antheon School, the largest church boarding school near Ping'an Town, is one of them.

I thought that Chuck would not have any intersection with her, especially after Jane came from Las Vegas, even if there was an intersection, it would be nothing.

But now, not only did Jane go crazy, she left Chuck's side, and went to do dangerous FBI field work instead of being an assistant.

Now this alternative threat appeared beside Chuck not surprisingly.

This made her, an aunt, really worried.

"sit!"

After Chuck sat down, he said a word, turned on the computer and looked at the computer.

Mia was sitting opposite, looking around the office anxiously, glancing at Chuck from time to time, and seeing that Chuck just looked at the computer screen and didn't speak, she became more and more uneasy.

"Do you know how I know you're rich?"

Chuck asked suddenly.

"Because you know me."

Mia glanced at the secretary Helen outside.

"Correct."

Chuck nodded: "I donated money to nearby schools, but I didn't donate to your school, do you know?"

"know."

Mia nodded.

As a rich man with such a great reputation, Chuck's every move in Ping'an Town will be magnified, which naturally includes public charitable donations.

As the largest church school near Ping'an Town, St. Antheon Boys' School did not accept Chuck's donation, which itself caused a lot of discussion.

"You don't agree with Gai Yin's school-running philosophy."

"You don't agree either, do you?"

Chuck said: "The original St. Antheon Boys' School was a church school. Although it was inevitable to instill some church values, it was generally normal.

But ever since you returned to secular life and inherited the school, married your current husband Gai Yin, wrote his name on the school's shareholding book, and let him take over the management right, he has started drastic reforms.

Do you know what people's first reaction is when you mention St. Antheon Boys' School now? "

"Corrective school..."

Mia smiled wryly.

How could she not know!
Chuck directly flipped the computer screen, facing Mia, and played an advertisement. On the screen, a man in a suit and leather shoes was facing the camera: "Failure, depression, pessimism, rebellion, defeat, why?
There will always be people with ulterior motives creating a bunch of theories to blame you, parents of children, don't worry!None of these things would have happened at St. Anthan's..."

"Does your school have the King of Thunder and Lightning?"

Chuck asked.

"what?"

Mia was taken aback for a moment, then grasped the meaning of the code name keenly, and immediately shook her head: "We will never treat children like that!"

That's right!

The so-called correctional school is a special school where parents send some bad children they can't control, and correct these children through coercive means.

It is conceivable that St. Ansern Boys' School, which was originally a church boys' school, has undergone earth-shaking changes after the principal changed the policy and even took an advertisement to promote it.

Parents who originally sent their children to study turned their children away one after another, and kept them, and all the children with "problems" were sent from all over the place, which completely turned the church boys' school into a correctional school.

"What a pity."

Chuck said with a blank expression: "At least this treatment method should be effective for Little Howard who just entered your school."

"Little Howard?"

Mia asked in surprise, "Are you talking about Howard Worowitz?"

"Ah."

Chuck nodded: "His mom took him and just moved here from Pasadena, and because of some well-known things, his mom wanted to correct some of his bad habits.

After all, she shared a bathroom with him, and she chose your school immediately, which shows that your school's advertisement was not in vain. "

"It's not what I hoped for."

Mia sighed.

"It seems that Howard Jr. has also left a deep impression on you."

Chuck flipped the computer screen back.

"Ah."

Mia laughed and said, "He's really impressive, especially for Nicole..."

Speaking of this, she was speechless.

"She's not a good person."

Chuck looked at her.

"Who?"

Mia was stunned: "Nicole? She's a good person."

"You know her?"

Chuck asked.

"Ah."

Mia explained: "She is the English teacher in the school. She is good at writing and is very good... She also takes good care of me. It's not the kind you think. Our relationship is very good, the kind of girlfriend."

"Have you seen her write?"

Chuck looked at her.

"That's not it."

Mia shook her head.

"Let me try to read a few paragraphs to you..."

Chuck read a few words.

Mia was surprised immediately, and murmured, "She's writing a crime suspense novel..."

"It's not a simple crime suspense novel, with twists and turns and touching details, which is not comparable to ordinary writers."

Chuck looked at her: "Why does such a novelist who can be famous and gain both fame and fortune become an ordinary English teacher in your school?

Still have to endure being abused?Don't look at me like that, the corners of her eyes are obviously not healed from being punched.

Don't tell her it's all for you, believe me, she may like you, but she definitely doesn't like you to that extent.

So you tell me, why did she do that? "

"why?"

Mia was stunned, a little afraid to imagine, subconsciously asked Chuck directly.

"You said that your husband is missing, but you don't really want my help. Identifying the body at the police station and seeing that the body is not your husband is like seeing a ghost."

Chuck looked at her: "Your husband's alcohol consumption accounted for a very high proportion of the bill, and he obviously drank too much, so he should be the one who beat her.

In that kind of closed school, only the principal can make you, the principal's wife, unable to speak for your best friend.

And since he hit her, naturally he will not make an exception for you.

For a crime suspense novel to be well written and the details so moving, it must have a deep understanding of the crime process.

Need I say more? "

Speaking of this, seeing Mia covering her heart in horror and looking at him, she calmly said: "Don't be nervous, if I guess correctly, your husband is not dead yet."

"what?"

Mia gasped.

"Your husband is not dead!"

Chuck got up, walked to her side, and helped her breathe smoothly: "No matter how much she encouraged you to do it, they are planning you."

"why?"

Mia grabbed Chuck's hand, took a big breath, her eyes were full of incomprehension, and she no longer denied some things.

In fact, seeing Chuck looking at them when she and Nicole were conferring outside the police station gave her a sense of awareness.

Because she knows Chuck's magic, lip reading is not at the forefront of these magic.

"You're a former nun, which means you believe in the existence of God and the devil."

Chuck looked down at the cross on her chest: "And your heart is not good, so there is a high probability that you will be scared to death.

Once you die of a heart attack, it will allow him to perfectly inherit the ownership of the school.

As for her, she can write a one-time crime mystery novel and get a lot of hush money from your husband.

And it's not even limited to that. "