The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 400 Little Sheldon's scream: No!You returned my favorite train!

"I have a question. If it's really for the prize of 500 million US dollars, why don't these mice be taken away after killing people?"

Detective Amy Santiago wondered.

"Please! How many mice are there!"

The annoying police detective complained: "Although this is a university, there is no fence and anyone can enter, but it is too eye-catching to pack up and transport all these little white mice away."

"More importantly, it will arouse the suspicion of the police."

Chuck nodded: "Even if you don't know about the Galahad Award at the beginning, you can find yourself by following the clue of the mouse.

Therefore, the best way is to blame the God of War, kill Dr. Noah Fogel and Elijah Robinson who are the closest to success and are likely to get a 500 million bonus immediately, copy their research results, and speed up the war. own research progress. "

"There shouldn't be many of these participants, right?"

Detective Amy Santiago frowned and said, "If they do this, isn't it still easy to be found?"

"Isn't it harder to find out if eight shots in the back were suicide or murder?"

Chuck said straightforwardly.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was speechless.

"Santiago, Chuck means that you are already a qualified detective."

Detective God Annoyance smiled and said: "In our eyes, simple cases are mostly unsolved cases for ordinary police detectives. In addition, there is a layer of blaming God of War. It is unlikely that they can be tracked down. That's why they dare to be so arrogant!"

"Is that right?"

Detective Amy Santiago looked at Chuck with joy on his face after being taken aback for a moment, expecting Chuck's answer.

"That's it."

Chuck nodded.

For ordinary police detectives, this case is probably just another accident that animal protection organizations like to hear and see, and they don't want to think too much about it.

Who wouldn't want to mess around?
According to their thinking, it is best to be all suicides and accidents. Think about it, only one person is killed by a bullet every year, and the crime rate is the lowest in the world.

Or simply anarchists, taxes are collected, money is distributed, and work is not done.

That's the most nourishing.

The murderer took advantage of the hustle and bustle of the case of Dr. Edward Oster, set the blame on the God of War who has been missing so far, and created a superficial accident. This is enough to look up to the NYPD!

What more bike!

"Yes!"

Detective Amy Santiago is happy with that.

"Let the people in the evidence storage room pay attention tonight. If the person who came to steal these mice can be caught, the thief will be able to learn more about the inside story of the Galahad Award researchers faster."

Chuck reminded.

"Will someone really come to steal these evidence?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked in surprise: "Are scientists so wild?"

"In their eyes, being a scholar is not stealing."

Chuck mentioned the commonality of some scholars in ancient and modern China and abroad: "They just don't want Dr. Noah Fogel's research to go to waste."

"It's shameless!"

Detective Amy Santiago complained: "I'll be there tonight to see who comes over."

The general evidence is placed inside the police station. Without the brains and action of Lao Bai and the others in the American drama Breaking Bad, and the courage of the family heroes in the fast and furious without stealing and grabbing, they dare not go there. The mind of the police station to steal evidence.

But this time is special.

The evidence is not a dead thing, but a living thing, so it will not be put in the police station, but will be placed in a pet store that cooperates with the police. The security force is relatively weak, unless these biologists are as cowardly as Little Sheldon and the others , Otherwise, someone must be itching to try it.

"I'll accompany you!"

Detective Annoyance blurted out.

"Bring some dog food over there."

Chuck said bluntly: "It's a pet shop there, there must be a lot of single dogs, and this little dog food alone can't feed them enough."

Detective Amy Santiago and Detective Annoyance exchanged glances and quickly moved away.

When I left the campus of Columbia University, I was stopped by someone.

"Chuck, why are you here?"

Monica exclaimed in surprise.

"Come here with a case."

Chuck said something and looked at her: "Do you have your gun with you?"

"Bring it!"

Monica quickly opened the zipper of her handbag, revealing a delicate and small lady's pistol. The corners of her mouth curled up: "Don't worry, I always carry it."

"Isn't it?"

Detective Amy Santiago stared dumbfounded.

"Is this Texanization?"

Detective Annoyance joked.

"There are 5 regular gun shops in the 127 districts of New York!"

Chuck said with a blank expression: "There are countless unlicensed black guns in private. This is just a real New Yorkization of Monica, not Texas style at all."

"Yes."

Monica also knows Detective Annoying and they are friends, so I don't mind saying more: "Chuck said that New York is not suitable for bringing big guys, otherwise he would definitely give it to me. I also think that pistols are practical and beautiful."

"Remember, once you need to use a gun, you should shoot decisively and kill the opponent first before talking about anything else."

Chuck exhorted.

"...not so much?"

Detective God Annoyed complained.

They are the police, is it really okay to say that in front of them?
"Ok, I know."

Monica nodded and said that she has always remembered: "The United States only protects the human rights of the living, and the dead have no human rights. When encountering an enemy, empty the magazine first, and there is always a way to deal with the aftermath."

"..."

Detectives Annoyed and Amy Santiago are left speechless.

That's the reason, but it's so weird to say it from the mouth of a beautiful citizen like Monica!
"Is it safe in college?"

Facing the strange gazes of the two NYPDs, Chuck asked straightforwardly.

"It's pretty safe."

Detective Amy Santiago smiled wryly when he thought of the biologist who had been eaten by so many mice just now.

"Sitting there on the street, homeless people can be pointed at the back with guns and shot in the head."

Chuck said with a blank expression: "In this kind of security situation, the university doesn't even have a wall, anyone can come in directly, and there are almost no surveillance cameras. The probability of killing someone is so low, walking in this kind of On the campus of one of the world's famous universities, don't carry guns with you, practice American Iaijutsu hard, and be ready to empty the magazine at any time, is there a better choice?"

"You really are the light of Texas! You are full of martial virtue!"

Detective Annoyance complained: "We don't hear these words."

"You misunderstood."

Monica closed the zipper of the handbag again, and then explained with a smile: "Chuck is just teasing you. He asked me to practice carrying the gun with me and never forget it. That's not what he said at all."

"Then what did he say?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked curiously.

"The most important thing is not to protect yourself, but to protect the children."

Monica said seriously: "Ordinary shootings are no longer enough to move anyone, and only mass shootings of more than ten people occasionally make news. The environment is so bad, and there are a lot of children on the campus. Safety is the top priority. Heavy.

For example, I am Peggy's surrogate guardian.

In the event of mass shootings by gangsters with guns entering the campus, wouldn’t I be able to kill the gangsters immediately and save the lives of children including Peggy, who is good at marksmanship and carries a gun with me?
I was also a little repelled at first.

But when I thought it was to save innocent lives and children at critical moments, I figured it out.

As for the trouble with carrying a gun or something.

In fact, I have long been used to it, and I can do it with a bigger gun. "

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago opened her mouth, and she always felt that Monica's topic was a bit crooked.

"We still have something to do, let's go first."

"Excuse me, farewell!"

Detective Annoying also winked and left.

"An accident happened on the campus of Columbia University?"

Monica watched them leave, frowned, and pulled Chuck inside: "Let's go see Peggy first."

Chuck was fine for the time being, so he followed.

"I disagree!"

As soon as she entered Peggy's apartment, she heard Peggy's laughter and a cry of grief and indignation: "Why don't you agree?"

"Peggy, look who's here?"

Monica took Chuck's hand and entered the door, laughing loudly.

"Chuck, you're here."

Peggy turned her head and saw it was Chuck, her eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, "It just so happens that the progress of the website project cannot be completed ahead of schedule, but Sheldon wants to go out to play by train. You said that I, as your designated sole person in charge, should Shouldn't you agree to his unreasonable request?"

"Shouldn't!"

Chuck said to Little Sheldon on the other end of the video: "Even if Peggy agrees, I don't agree!"

"why?"

Little Sheldon plucked up the courage to call out: "You are exploiting child labor!"

"It's not illegal!"

Chuck said bluntly: "Who told you to go on TV in Texas and say that you love the United States? In the United States, child labor is not illegal! Are you surprised or surprised?"

"Okay, stop teasing him."

Monica saw the corners of Little Sheldon's mouth twitch and the corners of his eyes twitched, so she quickly smoothed things over: "Sheldon, why are you going to take the train all of a sudden, and where are you going?"

"..."

On the other end of the video, Little Sheldon temporarily suppressed his collapsed expression, but his eyes were completely blank when asked this question by Monica.

"You don't know where you're going by train and what you're going to do, do you?"

Monica was surprised.

"I just want to take the train and get away from it all!"

Little Sheldon was aggrieved, even under the gaze of the big and small demon kings, he still couldn't help crying out like a volcanic eruption.

That's right!

He really has no destination, he just wants to get on his favorite little train and escape from the control of big and small devil kings, even if he can't escape forever, but at least it can give him temporary spiritual comfort.

After the big devil Chuck appointed the little devil Peggy to take charge of their research funding website project instead of Professor Alicia Harper, any of his suggestions could no longer be passed like before by constantly annoying Professor Alicia Harper .

Everything must be carried out according to Peggy's wishes.

Only execute, do not accept refutation.

He felt like he was living like a little engineering Howard.

Live as Howard Worowitz! ! !

This is simply the biggest insult to his super genius IQ! ! !
So even though many of Peggy's suggestions did seem more feasible, and the website project progressed quickly and well, he was not at all happy when he first came up with this idea.

Do not!
The word happy is too extravagant.

He doesn't deserve it at all.

All he had was endless oppression and torture.

It's a pity that the means by which he can influence others depends on others pity him and then compromise with him. He has nothing to do with someone like Peggy who doesn't pity him at all and compromises with him.

But no one said a word for him.

His little buddy, little Leonard, and that little Howard whom he despises so much, no matter what the little devil makes perverse decisions, they will always stand firmly on the side of the devil.

This kind of day really broke him down.

Since he couldn't change his living environment according to his own wishes, and couldn't adapt to this living environment, he dreamed more than once in his dreams that he would get on his favorite train, leave this hell on earth, and stay away from these two big and small demon kings.

He has no purpose.

He doesn't need a destination either, as long as the train starts on time, he thinks he can stay on it for a lifetime.

"I disagree!"

The thing that frightened little Sheldon the most happened. The voice of the big devil Chuck sounded, and like the little devil Peggy, he vetoed his request.

"Why?!"

Little Sheldon is a little bit broken.

Even if he still can't get away in the end...but he must have an explanation!
"Because you don't know how often train accidents happen in America."

Chuck looked at him.

"I like trains the most. How could I not know the accident rate of trains?"

Little Sheldon retorted: "Maybe it is a little higher than the plane, but the survival rate is completely incomparable with the plane accident."

"All you know is official propaganda data."

Chuck shook his head and said, "It's not real data! Are you sure you want to know real data?"

"I advise you not to listen."

Peggy smiled and said: "Otherwise, maybe the train that you like the most and comforts your soul the most, will leave you forever."

"I do not believe!"

Little Sheldon hesitated in his eyes, but being looked at by Peggy's malicious eyes and facing the gaze of the big devil Chuck, he plucked up his courage and chose to believe in himself.

"Well."

Chuck nodded: "Since you want to know, let me tell you that there are more than three accidents on American trains every day. Do you still want to take the train?"

"You mean three times a month?"

Little Sheldon felt that he heard it wrong: "And it's still a truck, right?"

"You heard that right."

Chuck said with a blank expression: "There are more than three accidents every day, and more than 1000 large and small accidents a year. I can give you a folk statistics map, with red dots representing train accidents. Calculated in a year, the entire map of the United States has It's all red dots.

If you add up the number of years, all the train lines in the entire United States must be red.

You think that by train, you arrive on time and on time, and safety comes first.

But the reality is that the train is never so punctual, and it is possible to be hit by a train in a hurry at any time, and there are all kinds of dangerous chemicals behind the train.

Safety is only ranked fourth in the key priority of the train industry.

Are you sure you want to escape here by train? "

"Do not!!!"

Little Sheldon looked into Chuck's eyes, trying to see traces of lies, but unfortunately, he couldn't see it at all, so he finally let out the most heart-piercing scream.

His favorite train!
It's gone!
Big Devil Chuck!
Why do you have to stare at me?
At this moment, his scream broke through the sky, pierced time and space, and his voice echoed, as if there were several parallel time and space himself screaming and screaming with him.

Miserable!
(End of this chapter)