American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Dr. Wolfe, aren't you going back to the bureau to interrogate him?"

Detective Amy Santiago said in surprise.

"I can't ask anything."

Chuck shook his head: "Investigate his whereabouts and residence as soon as possible."

"good."

Detective Amy Santiago was now completely convinced by Chuck and agreed immediately.

"That's right. Listen to the boss. I will be responsible for the interrogation. You can investigate his whereabouts and residence."

The detective said with a sarcastic smile.

"..."

Amy Santiago is still not immune to her partner's strange words, and her teeth are itching with anger.

The tough short-haired man was tied up and brought back to the NYPD 99 branch, while detectives Chuck and Amy Santiago went to investigate the short-haired man's residence.

"How to check now?"

Detective Amy Santiago got into her car and looked at Chuck subconsciously.

"Go to the Four Seasons."

Chuck replied, sitting in the passenger seat.

"Why?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked as he skillfully drove away from the lottery station and toward the Four Seasons Hotel.

"The smell of him."

Chuck said calmly: "It smells like the toiletries of the Four Seasons Hotel."

"Have you noticed this?"

Detective Amy Santiago exclaimed: "I didn't smell it, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell it."

Chuck said nothing.

He had heard such words since he was a child and didn't feel the need to explain.

Detective Amy Santiago glanced at Chuck and understood to some extent that Chuck had such a taciturn character, so she did not continue talking for a while. However, after driving for a while, she was still not used to this quiet atmosphere.

She and Detective Shenfan were partners before, and they almost never stopped bickering and fighting from beginning to end while handling the case. At that time, she felt that Detective Shenfan was too noisy and annoying.

But now she felt it was too quiet, too quiet for comfort.

And she was very curious about Chuck, so after a while she broke the silence and tried to chat: "Now I just hope that the technicians in the bureau can unlock the other party's phone as soon as possible, so that we can get more useful information."

Chuck nodded silently.

"Aren't you worried?"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but said: "I mean this guy obviously knows you. I don't think it's because of the lottery."

"No."

Chuck shook his head: "It's the other person who should be worried."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago often thinks she already knows Chuck's confidence and straightforwardness, but she always discovers new heights.

That’s right!

These homicide detectives, who deal with criminals and serious criminals every day, seem carefree despite bickering, spanking, and betting every day.

But their mental pressure is great. After all, this is New York. No one knows when a gun will be pointed at them, and then they will be gone.

Even for beautiful police detectives like her and handsome young police detectives like Detective Shenfan, death is not the worst outcome.

Even police detectives like them, who are basically used to it, would be in a state of panic and would have trouble sleeping and eating if they were targeted by such a tough thug as the short-haired man.

But when this situation comes to Chuck, a polite and academic doctor, the situation is reversed. Is it the other person who should be worried?

But after she heard it, in addition to complaining in her heart, she subconsciously felt that this might be the truth.

"Can you smell so accurately from such a distance?"

Detective Amy Santiago didn't want to hear such Versailles remarks anymore. She suddenly thought that Chuck was not too close to the short-haired man at all. She glanced at Chuck in the passenger seat next to her, and then at herself.

She had seen a 1974 Italian movie in which the male protagonist could recognize women by smell. Her father and seven brothers were all policemen. Being born in a family of policemen, she found the male protagonist with a military background very attractive, so she was attracted to it. The movie impressed me deeply, and I couldn’t help but think about it at this time.

"ocean."

Chuck was concise and to the point.

"What?"

Detective Amy Santiago was stunned.

Chuck had no intention of explaining.

The car became quiet again.

After a while, Detective Amy Santiago's professional skills finally came online. Her face turned red instantly and she no longer dared to look at Chuck. She just stared ahead and concentrated on driving.

Four Seasons Hotel.

"Shit!"

After revealing his identity, getting the key from the front desk, and opening the short-haired man's room, Detective Amy Santiago, who had already recovered, couldn't help but spit out the fragrance.

no way.

So luxurious.

She really couldn't associate this kind of room with the murderer. She had never lived in such a room.

Is this how profitable the killer profession is now?

Chuck didn't sigh as much as she did. He glanced at the room, walked directly to a corner of the bedroom, opened a private compartment, and took out a suitcase from inside.

"Is there such a place?"

Detective Amy Santiago hurried over to take a look, and once again gained insight, he was surprised: "How do you know..."

Then she couldn't say any more and watched in stunned silence as Chuck opened the suitcase and revealed the stuff inside: "Holy shit!"

In the suitcase was a detachable sniper rifle. It looked like the kind of professional sniper equipment that made her feel cold sweat on her back.

The tough, short-haired man held a pistol and once suppressed a team of special police officers. If they hadn't been caught off guard and unprepared, and if the arrest location had been here, she would have never dared to imagine the tragic scene. .

"He's a professional hit man!"

Chuck said calmly, threw away these professional sniper equipment, and began to search for other clues in the room.

The victim's notebook and numerous scratch-off notes were found in another duffel bag.

Chuck began looking through the victim's notebook.

"It's really for the lottery!"

Detective Amy Santiago struggled to move her eyes away from the mind-numbing professional sniper equipment and landed on a pile of scratch-offs.

"you are right!"

"Not quite right."

Chuck shook his head as he flipped through a notebook filled with mathematical formulas.

"What did you find?"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but take a look. Then her eyes dazzled, she looked away knowingly, and asked directly.

Americans have various allergic reactions, such as the most common peanut allergy. They cannot eat foods containing peanuts, otherwise their lives will be in danger.

In fact, these are the consequences of a life that is too refined.

People are more or less allergic to some things, but aside from the congenital conditions that are extremely serious and cannot be overcome by the body, other allergies are basically harmless after they gradually adapt to them from childhood to adulthood.

And if you adopt a completely isolated attitude from the beginning, there will naturally be more and more severe allergies.

Um.

Detective Amy Santiago feels like she's allergic to math right now.

"Detective Peralta guessed correctly. The killer named John Snape is indeed related to the mathematical treasure hunt game."

Chuck said.

Detective Amy Santiago knew that the name John sounded like a pseudonym. The police also called corpses that could not be identified by this name. It was a seriously careless pseudonym.

"Detective Peralta guessed correctly?"

Detective Amy Santiago turned her attention to the business and curled her lips: "He is really lucky!"

"Yes."

Chuck nodded.

It's obvious that the troubled detective only set his sights on the math scavenger hunt because he wanted to confront Chuck.

"How did you tell? It was written in this notebook?"

Detective Amy Santiago wondered.

She glanced at it and saw that it was all mathematical formulas, with no clues that a normal person would see.

"This is the victim's notebook, which contains his deduction of the mathematical loopholes in scratch-off tickets. He can increase the winning rate of scratch-off tickets to 80% by using the numbers on the scratch-off tickets. As long as he purchases them in this way, before the lottery company finds out, , capable of reaping millions of dollars in prizes.”

Chuck explained.

"Oh, that's what you told us in the bureau."

Detective Amy Santiago nodded.

"no."

Chuck shook his head: "My method can increase the winning rate to 87.5%."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago twitched her lips: "You mean you took a casual look and not only saw the loopholes, but the deduced results were better than what the victim had worked so hard to calculate for so long? Is this possible?"

"Everything is possible."

Chuck said calmly.

"But how?"

Detective Amy Santiago just couldn't understand it.

“I am a consultant to the American Lottery Association.”

Chuck spoke briefly and continued to look at the victim's math notebook.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago paused for a moment, holding back her rants, pondering what Chuck said, and suddenly understood.

Chuck is a consultant to the American Lottery Association, and the fundamental reason why he has such a good part-time job that only takes money and does nothing, but adds money when he does the work, is that Chuck was afraid of the lottery company at the beginning.

It is conceivable that compared to the victims, Chuck is the most professional in the field of deducing lottery mathematical loopholes.

Thinking about it this way, although it is still an exaggeration, it seems to have some scientific rationality.

"Then what?"

Detective Amy Santiago, who wanted to understand this, suppressed the discomfort of being inadvertently pretended to be by Chuck again, and pulled the crooked building back: "This has nothing to do with John Snape's killer and the mathematical treasure hunt game. what is the relationship?"

"It doesn't matter."

Chuck shook his head.

"...Dr. Wolfe!"

Detective Amy Santiago felt that for some reason she no longer had the peaceful and good attitude she had before, and suddenly she became very irritable.

“The notebook contains more than just scratch-off mathematical loophole deductions.”

Chuck returned a look that said, "It was you who interrupted and asked," and explained: "I also wrote the mathematical deduction for the mathematical treasure hunt game."

Detective Amy Santiago was choked by Chuck's look. She took a deep breath and asked the question of how to contact the killer. She imitated Chuck's expression and said succinctly, "Continue."

Chuck glanced at her and nodded: "The first three levels of the victim's questions are the same as ours, but the questions of the fourth level are different from ours."