The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 303 Detective Professor Chuck Harper, you can't!

The naturally dumb Chief Randy Tischer did what he wanted, and immediately rushed to the toilet to test his genius idea.

Then he came out quickly, and said to Chuck with some embarrassment: "Chuck, let's take a look..."

"no need."

Chuck refuses.

"why?"

Randy was stunned: "I can't see the trace, but you can."

"It's not urgent, you can leave it to your colleagues in the forensics department."

Chuck looked at him: "And in the future, don't ask Dr. House."

"it is good."

After Randy nodded in agreement, he was still a little puzzled: "Why did you miss Dr. House? I think he is very smart and has insights into many things."

"Call all the staff working here tonight."

Chuck ignored Randy and ordered directly to the police officer.

"Yes."

The police officer immediately agreed and went.

Because compared to his stunned chief, Chuck is more like a normal chief.

Soon all the staff of the nursing home were called.

There are nurses and security.

"Is everything here?"

Chuck asked.

"Yes."

A lead nurse answered.

"Do you usually work like this?"

Chuck looked around.

"That's not it."

The lead nurse explained: "Usually there are only a few of them on the night shift, but there are so many people today because tonight is Miles' birthday, and you all know that he is the oldest old man in the world.

After today, the Guinness Book of Records will be broken again, and it will still be by himself. There are all reporters waiting to report this moment, so we all stayed and worked overtime voluntarily. "

"You have to swipe your card to get in and out, don't you?"

Chuck asked.

"Correct."

The lead nurse nodded: "You have to swipe your card to sign in."

"Bring over the record."

Chuck ordered.

The lead nurse agreed to take it.

"Chuck, do you suspect it's an internal employee case?"

At this time, Randy also broke away from the entanglement of why he couldn't play with Dr. House, and asked while the lead nurse was going to get the sign-in book.

"Correct."

Chuck nodded: "You need to swipe your card to get in and out, and there are so many reporters around outside. If there is any abnormality, it will have been photographed long ago. You ask someone to get the camera records of the reporters outside, and the murderer may be photographed."

"it is good!"

Randy immediately agreed to order people to go out.

"But why?"

After Randy finished his orders, he asked the most puzzling question in his heart.

"The question of motivation is up to you."

Chuck said seriously.

"You're not kidding me, are you?"

Although Randy was naturally dumbfounded, he was somewhat aware of Chuck's attitude after being rejected by Chuck just now.

"Can't you figure it out?"

Chuck asked back.

"Of course I can figure it out!"

Seeing this, Randy, who was naturally dumbfounded, naturally couldn't say that he couldn't figure it out, so he quickly started to think about the motive, and when Chuck took the sign-in book brought by the lead nurse, his eyes suddenly lit up: "I see!"

"What do you know, Chief?"

The policeman asked curiously.

"I know the motive!"

Naturally stupefied Randy smiled and said: "It must be like this! You think the deceased is the Guinness World Record holder and the oldest old man, so the second-ranked old man must be suspected, and it is likely that he murdered deceased."

The more he talked, the more he felt that his guess was right, and he further explained excitedly: "I read the news five years ago, when the mayor attended a school foundation laying ceremony, he invited the deceased.

A book written by the deceased and some letters from others were buried in the time capsule. At that time, the deceased once proudly said that he won, although he did not know what he won. "

"Director, the deceased is 115 years old, and his son can't even walk, let alone the second longest-lived old man who follows him closely."

The police officer reminded with a helpless expression: "The other party probably won't even be able to walk normally, let alone kill people without anyone noticing."

"I didn't say he committed suicide himself."

Randy froze for a moment, and then hurriedly held his respect: "I just say that this is a very possible motive for killing, and he can definitely ask someone to help him kill."

"Boss, you are right."

The police officer was reminded by the eyes of other police officers, and quickly made amends: "I was careless."

"Chuck, what do you say?"

Randy nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Chuck expectantly.

"possible."

Chuck nodded while flipping through the sign-in book, and then pointed to a corner of the sign-in book: "This person is an accomplice."

"David?"

The lead nurse saw it and was amazed: "Impossible! He is not that kind of person."

"Who is he?"

Randy asked with a serious face.

"He is the security guard of the nursing home. He has always been a nice person. He likes to adopt small animals. He is very caring. He cannot be a murderer!"

The lead nurse explained.

"Is he here today?"

Chuck asked.

"He's here."

"I don't seem to have seen it."

"Too busy tonight, didn't pay attention."

All the staff looked at me and talked about you, and they all hesitated.

"Then who signed for him?"

Chuck pointed to the sign-in book and looked around the crowd: "Although the handwriting was imitated as much as possible, it can still be seen that it is different from his own handwriting."

Speaking of this, he put down the sign-in book, and said to the lead nurse, "This security guard's home address!"

After the lead nurse gave it, Chuck said to Randy, "Let's go."

"it is good!"

Randy immediately agreed, went out and drove to the security guard's home.

When he got to the door, he found that the door was unlocked, and it opened with a push. Randy immediately drew his gun, stopped in front of Chuck, and went in with a standard police charge.

"what!"

Then his screams sounded.

When Chuck went in, he saw Randy limp on the ground, holding a gun and facing a huge monster with horror on his face.

"Snake, what a big snake..."

Randy's excited heart, trembling hands.

Chuck glanced at the boa constrictor swimming slowly in the room, walked over, and took the boa constrictor back to the pet box.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Randy stood up with weak legs, and cursed: "This is a small animal?!!!"

Don't lie to him!

He has also seen the animal world, so he knows if a boa constrictor of this level can swallow him whole in one gulp.

And small animals!
"Chuck, are you not afraid at all?"

After Randy finished cursing, he thought of Chuck's action of catching the boa constrictor with his hands just now, and exclaimed.

"I lived in India."

Chuck was succinct.

"Oh."

Randy was instantly relieved.

This is not surprising.

He heard that playing with snakes is a tradition in India, and he often sees various images of people playing with snakes in India.

It can be said that it has been played since childhood.

Not to mention these non-poisonous boa constrictors, even the most poisonous cobras have a hard time in India.

He just read a news about a highly poisonous cobra trying to bite an Indian child, but the Indian child bit him back.

The Indian child was fine, but the venomous cobra died.

So being able to live in India, it is still a magical existence like Chuck, it is not surprising to do anything to snakes.

"When I find this security guard, I must scold him severely. Is this a small animal?"

Randy muttered and cursed: "Adopting this kind of thing as a pet, I'm really not afraid of death, and I'm not afraid of other people's death..."

"You can scold."

After Chuck opened a room, he took a look inside, then turned to Randy and said.

"Is he in there?"

Randy was taken aback for a moment, then walked over and saw the security guard who had been killed inside.

"It's a homicide!"

After Randy went in, he sized it up for a while, and said confidently, "Sure enough, my premonition is very accurate!"

"You stay here and let your colleagues from the forensic department come over to collect evidence."

Chuck pointed to the dead security guard lying on the floor: "The deceased had fought with the murderer before he was alive, and left the other party's DNA."

Saying that, go outside.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Randy immediately stopped Chuck.

"go home."

Chuck raised his hands: "The next thing you can handle by yourself, I need to go back and wash my hands."

"Can we wait until our colleagues arrive..."

Randy glanced at the boa constrictor in the pet box outside the house, and begged.

Before that, it was too embarrassing for him to stay here alone and accompany the 'little pet'.

"Are you afraid?"

Chuck asked.

"unusual?"

Randy smiled bitterly: "I am an American, not an Indian, and I have never lived in India."

"So why are you afraid?"

Chuck said blankly: "Who is adopting these little pets now?"

"……I know what you mean."

Randy's mouth twitched: "But I'm not that kind of American."

He has been a policeman for so many years, and he has also seen various scenes of Americans committing suicide, among which are all kinds of weird pets.

It is not the first time that this kind of boa constrictor can devour people.

Not even the most grotesque.

When he was in San Francisco, he went out to the police once to go out with the firefighters to rescue a man who was in the jaws of death.

This man, just like him, was very unlucky. He was deceived by his size and came to pick up his new girlfriend.

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, it was completely frozen there as if encountering a natural enemy, afraid to move.

Because the so-called favorite pet "little cat" in the mouth of the new girlfriend is indeed a cat, but it is completely different from the small characters, but a big tiger.

Even though the man was motionless, this 'little pet' pounced on him and bit his arm, almost breaking his arm.

This kind of bizarre and terrifying thing happened more than once.

It was supposed that he should be desensitized, but he couldn't.

For this kind of fear that came from deep in his genes, even with a gun in his hand, even if the other party was trapped in the box, he still didn't dare to face it alone.

Chuck stayed with him until his colleague arrived before leaving.

Instead of going back to the mountainside villa, he came to Professor Alicia Harper's new home, greeted her first, and then went in for cleaning.

"What case did you go to?"

Professor Alicia Harper wanted to get out of bed, but found it was still difficult, so she could only move with difficulty, lay on her back, and said to Chuck who was doing standard cleaning in the bathroom.

Chuck said.

Professor Alicia Harper was only a little surprised at the fact that the oldest old man lived, but after being surprised for a while, she put it away, refocused on her previous flash of inspiration, and started talking to Cha K discussed.

The two began to talk about these mysterious things in the eyes of ordinary people.

Chuck said while making supper.

"I'll ask Lisa to bring you food tomorrow."

After Chuck brought the supper over, he watched her eat it.

"What about you?"

Professor Alicia Harper asked subconsciously.

"There should be progress in the case tomorrow."

Chuck said, "I don't have time."

"Oh."

Professor Alicia Harper nodded, and then said: "There is no need for Lisa, I can do it myself."

"You can not."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

"..."

Professor Alicia Harper was speechless.

She really wanted to refute, but what Chuck said was a pun, but she really couldn't refute it now.

Because compared to Texas Light Detective Chuck, she really can't... Otherwise, she wouldn't be lying here unable to move.

"I can do it."

Professor Alicia Harper felt that if she cultivated herself a bit more and insisted on it tomorrow, she should be able to act on her own.

After all, with her current state, it's really embarrassing for her to be seen and taken care of by another woman.

"You can not."

Chuck looked at her and said very frankly, "You have to believe in science."

"...Have you studied this?"

Professor Alicia Harper was already mentally prepared for her relationship with Chuck, but she still felt a little uncomfortable with Chuck's overly straightforward words.

"I don't want to kill people."

Chuck said calmly: "But there are always people who feel that they can challenge their own weaknesses. I must study it clearly."

Professor Alicia Harper feels that this is too problematic, but the rationality of a scientist makes her agree with Chuck's scientific way of doing things.

"Lisa..."

"You don't like Lisa?"

Seeing her chanting Lisa's name, Chuck hesitated to speak, and asked.

"No."

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, flashed a smile in Professor Alicia Harper's mind, and shook her head with a complex expression: "I don't know her well..."

"Then let Monica accompany you?"

Chuck suggested.

"Monica...are you serious?"

Professor Alicia Harper looked at Chuck in shock, but after looking at each other for a long time, she found that Chuck could really let Monica accompany her, so she could only shake her head and said, "It's Lisa."

She had known Monica before, and was relatively close. If she had to find someone to accompany her, she felt that it would be better for her to stay with Lisa, who was almost a stranger.

"take a good rest."

Chuck waited for her to finish eating and pack up her things, then walked out of the room and went to sleep in the next room, making Professor Alicia Harper, who was expecting more tenderness, smile wryly, and secretly laughed at herself: "I'm so stupid, they all the same……"

Speaking of this, she paused, but she thought of the dark sky and stars before, and a smile hung on the corner of her mouth again.

Ok.

It's still different after all.

The gap is still too big, too big...

(End of this chapter)