The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1100 You don’t want to be known either, right?
Jack and the great writer haven't seen each other much since they returned from the adventure in France. Even the heartless Cassel took a long time to digest the fact that he suddenly had a father.

Of course, this may also be because he was repeatedly warned by someone, and even the female detective he liked had to keep it secret for the time being, and he was even unable to use this adventure as material for his own novel, which made the great writer very frustrated.

Jack was actually quite busy. After scheduling a detailed discussion the next day, he went to Staten Island overnight. Danny's foot injury had almost healed, and his psychological problems were gradually alleviated with the company of his family.

It was mainly due to the PTSD left over from the battlefield. Danny had a good comrade-in-arms who was two years younger than him. He was encountered an IED during a patrol mission and died in front of him.

Before, Danny was stuck in a deformed police car, watching the police officers driving next to him and the mounted police officers die helplessly, which reminded him of the unbearable past when he was in the army.

Fortunately, he has a gentle and understanding wife, a father and grandfather who are willing to listen to him, and the company of two sensible sons. After more than two months, he has gradually come out of the shadow.

This is a relatively normal situation. After all, just because everyone has psychological problems does not mean that everyone is mentally ill. However, today's American society seems to use mental problems as a common excuse.

Even if someone is shot dead by police in the street with a gun, they will drag in the politically correct group to make a fuss, give a speech about being a good son and a good neighbor, and then attribute everything to the person being in a mental crisis.

In fact, it is normal that there are many mentally ill people in the United States. It would be abnormal if there were fewer of them, because whether it is cocaine, narcotics, or those opiate-like drugs, each of them has a strong mental stimulating effect.

Even drugs that are promoted as "harmless" can induce mental illness much more than consumer products such as tobacco and alcohol.

This seems to be true, but it seems even more terrifying that nearly 20% to 30% of the population in a country are mentally ill (drug addicts).

After confirming that Danny had returned to being the strong man he once was, Jack felt relieved and drove back to Long Island.

He was greeted by two beautiful ladies dressed as Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

She was wearing a black three-piece English suit, a deerstalker hat and a cape. It was actually a bit hot in New York at this time, and Hannah's pretty straight nose was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Jiejie was wearing a light-colored plaid suit. She was playing with Watson's iconic bowler hat in her hand, with a half-smile on her face.

"There's still more than half a year until Halloween, what are you doing?"

Jack glanced at the pile of novels with colorful covers on the living room table. The title of the top book was "Please Don't Leave Me, the Secret Daughter of a Billionaire", and he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

Hannah, with her funny mustache, pretended to tap the corncob pipe she had just held in her mouth on the table. That thing must be a souvenir of Marshal Mac that she took from Jack's bedroom upstairs.

"Where do you want to go, Ms. June Doe?"

Jack froze in his tracks as he tried to close the door and pretend nothing had happened. He looked behind him in fake surprise and said, "I swear I came back alone."

Jiejie tried hard to control the upward angle of her lips, "Agent Tawole, you don't want others to know that you secretly wrote this kind of novel, right?"

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Jack raised his hands in surrender. "Draw the line. Uh, just tell me what you want me to do to make this thing disappear into the wind?"
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"Why did you ask me to meet you in front of the funeral home so early in the morning? Didn't we have a lunch date?" Jack asked knowingly, even though he saw the long-legged beauty who appeared with Cassel. "I have a similar question, isn't the funeral held after the investigation is over?" Cassel asked Kate Beckett, the beautiful NYPD detective next to him, in return for a coquettish roll of the eyes from her.

The great writer made a boring joke as usual, and then explained to Jack, "Since you asked me to go to Las Vegas this weekend, and today is already Thursday, I think we'd better solve this case within two days."

Jack also wanted to roll his eyes at him, as he was treating himself as a tool.

Cassel then noticed the Audi R8 next to him and reached out to touch the shiny hood. "Wow, you changed your car again, and it's a sports car. Is this also the standard for FBI agents nowadays?"

"No, this is a trophy." Jack rubbed his sore waist and secretly cast a healing spell on himself, but in return he received an ambiguous look from Cassel.

"Wow, looks like someone had a rough last night."

"Of course it was hard work. I was forced to finish the 20,000-word beginning of a script in one night."

Someone felt unbearable when thinking about what happened to him last night. Some author was forced to write because of threats of social death. When he couldn't finish the code, he posted on his "circle of friends" that he was the famous writer of cool novels "Joan Doe".

Hannah and Jiejie asked him to write a cool novel with two female protagonists based on the two of them, preferably one that could be adapted into a film or TV series, and they wanted to see an interesting beginning right away.

Jack sat in front of the computer all night and made three revisions before satisfying Sherlock Holmes and her female assistant Watson.

This is thanks to the countless dramas he watched in his previous life. Rizzoli & Isles is a relatively rare detective drama with two female protagonists, and its quality is also top-notch.

Jack added a side job for the sexy female forensic doctor in the film - a psychic, and incorporated the setting of another classic American TV series with a female lead, "Ghost Whisperer", blending it into a detective drama with fantasy elements.

Upon hearing that he had started a new book, and that it was an alternative mystery novel with two female protagonists, Detective Beckett couldn't help but cast a curious look, "Are you still planning to make it into a short series? The previous one, Chuck, was really good."

"This time we should follow the traditional TV drama model. There are a lot of detective stories in it. The pace of a short drama of more than ten minutes is too fast, and the audience may not be able to accept it."

The three of them walked into the funeral home while chatting. Esposito Javier, a burly Latino detective under Beckett, was already waiting outside the cordon, while another detective, Kevin Ryan, was busy taking statements nearby.

"What exactly happened?" Beckett quickly got into work mode and asked Esposito who arrived at the scene first.

"Mourners found a body in a coffin."

"Isn't this normal?" Cassell's joke was completely inappropriate for the occasion, and he got an eye roll from Esposito.

"The deceased's family was holding a funeral ceremony for Mr. Manke, and the handle loosened, causing the coffin to fall to the ground, and then everyone discovered that he was not the only one lying in it."

(End of this chapter)