American TV series Detective's Daily Life

More than ten days later.

Chuck's villa.

guest room.

"Is that Justine also the target of your experiment?"

Looking at Chuck who stood up and walked out without any hesitation as always after the experiment, Monica suppressed her complaints and asked about Justine who she saw cleaning the house before.

"no."

Chuck paused and looked back.

"why not?"

Monica was paralyzed there, but her mouth refused to rest.

"Because she does not meet the experimental target's appearance screening."

Chuck frowned: "Don't you know?"

"Can't I forget that?"

The corners of Monica's lips curled up: "I don't have your photographic memory."

In fact, she just likes to hear this kind of truth.

Chuck turned and walked away.

The training with Monica was just one kind of daily training, and there would be other trainings later. He didn't have time to play the repeater game with Monica knowingly.

"well."

After Chuck disappeared, Monica looked at the guest room that was still as tidy as new except for some special locations, such as a circle on the ceiling, a corner of the wall, and one side of the floor. Her bright smile faded a lot, and she lightly He sighed softly and laughed at himself: "I always feel a bit cheap."

But soon she no longer had the mind to think about these things. Strong sleepiness came over her, and she quickly fell asleep.

The next morning.

Monica woke up from a deep sleep, feeling energetic all over. She got up and went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, touched her fair and rosy face, and felt that her whole body was very clear.

After washing, she left the guest room without seeing Chuck. She heard a faint sound outside, so she hurried over and saw a youthful and energetic figure in a sports vest beating a wooden mannequin there. .

"Sorry, are you making a fuss?"

As if feeling Monica's approach, the piling figure stopped, turned around, touched the sweat on his face, and smiled apologetically at Monica.

"No no."

Monica waved her hands quickly: "I slept until I woke up naturally, and then I heard some noise when I came out. Justine, are you practicing fighting skills?"

"right."

The woman who was driving the pile was Justine. She changed her direction and was facing Monica. She continued to punch the pile while talking to Monica: "I asked Chuck to teach me the authentic Eastern fighting skills. "

"Why do you want to practice this?"

Monica looked at Justine's arm that collided heavily with the wooden stake. She could feel the pain. She grinned and asked in confusion. Then she thought of something and looked at Justine strangely. : "You are Chuck's classmate at Princeton University, so you are also a genius, right?"

Um.

She now has some PTSD about the word genius. In her impression, the geniuses in her country feel mentally ill.

If Justine is also a genius, then it is not surprising that such a young and energetic female college student does not go for love and fun, but instead practices crazy here.

"No, I'm not a genius."

Justine shook her head with a smile while pumping her fist: "I'm just an ordinary person who believes that hard work can make up for weakness."

"Then why are you like this?"

Since she is not a genius, Monica really doesn’t understand.

"This world is not safe."

Justine guarded her fists and sighed: "It is very dangerous for girls if they don't work hard to learn some means of self-protection."

"Too."

Monica thought about what happened before and nodded silently.

The math scavenger hunt ended suddenly. Little Sheldon, who had no friends and was underage, didn’t know anything about it. But as Peggy’s guardian, she heard some rumors and asked Chuck about it. She knew the whole story. For her in the comedy-style daily life, murder, or the murder of a math and lottery enthusiast who was not far away to some extent, had an impact on her almost as much as Chuck.

You know, in terms of mathematics, although she got into this circle because of Peggy, when it comes to lottery tickets, she is also one of the fans and has bought it more than once.

"Where's Chuck?"

Monica subconsciously didn't want to think deeply about these dark and negative messages, so she shook her head and asked the question she was most concerned about.

"It seems like I went to investigate a case."

Justine wiped her sweat and said, "Wait for me to get off. I'll wipe my sweat and drive you back."

"Isn't this too much trouble for you?"

Monica was a little embarrassed. She didn't drive here, but hurriedly got into Chuck's car and got here in a daze.

"No trouble."

Justine showed a slightly strange smile.

Monica didn't notice.

After Justine drove her back to the apartment and left, she couldn't help but call Chuck and chatted for a few words. Monica said a little coquettishly: "Chuck, actually I can also help. You clean the house, I clean it very well, and I also like to clean it for you."

Although she was a few years older than Chuck, she seemed to be the younger one in front of him.

"No, you don't."

Chuck said bluntly on the other end of the phone: "Do you like it? You are greedy for my body!"

"..."

Monica was stunned while holding the phone. She knew how upright Chuck was, and she also liked to hear Chuck say outright that Justine was not within the scope of the experiment target at all, because her appearance was not good enough, which in disguise meant that her appearance was not. He was still very high in his eyes, but his straightforwardness in saying "You are greedy for my body" still exceeded her imagination.

How could you... say it so naively?

NYPD 99th Precinct.

After Chuck finished speaking, he hung up the phone calmly.

Detective Amy Santiago, who heard this next to her, was stunned, and the annoyed detective had to give Chuck a thumbs up.

Awesome!

This is really awesome!

Can any man really be so awesome?

"That's the thing. The suspect was indeed picked up by the FBI because it may involve interstate or even transnational organized crime, so you don't have to deal with subsequent cases."

Chuck ignored their grandiose expressions and put the finishing touches on the case.

After all, they were the ones who invited him here. Now that they can't get involved, they still want to inform him. This is an obsessive-compulsive disorder that has a beginning and an end.

“Has the encrypted text message been deciphered?”

Detective Amy Santiago suppressed the horror that a man could be so steely and asked her most curious thing.

"Deciphered."

Chuck nodded.

After such a long time, there are some clear clues. If it cannot be deciphered, it can only mean that the so-called encrypted information is completely meaningless gibberish.

"What are you talking about?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked.

"confidential."

Chuck glanced at her and said something that made her very unhappy. She also knew that the case had been handed over and she was no longer an investigator. It was really not easy to ask for more details, but she was really curious.

"I won't ask for specific details. I just want to know if the killer is carrying a sniper rifle to kill you?"

"no."

Chuck shook his head.

"Really?"

Detective Amy Santiago was a little unconvinced. Her logical line of speculation was so perfect and self-consistent and there was abundant circumstantial evidence. How could it be wrong?

"You have my phone number. If you have any difficult cases in the future, you can call me."

Chuck did not continue to explain, nodded to them, turned and left.

The two of them look very energetic. They compete all day long to see who can solve the most cases. They bicker from time to time. They have a feeling of happy enemies. Compared with other detectives in the homicide team, they have a faint protagonist temperament. I think they will do it again in the future. He encountered many interesting cases that deserved his special words.

"Just leave like that?"

Detective Shenfan smiled and said: "Didn't you see that our San Diego police detective still has a lot to say to you? Maybe she likes you too, oh, no, according to what you said, she is greedy for your body~"

“Peralta!!!”

Detective Amy Santiago suddenly blushed and punched the annoying detective in a frenzy.

"Did I say something wrong?"

The troubled detective ducked away, got in front of Chuck, blocked Chuck's way, and used Chuck's body to block Detective Amy Santiago's pursuit: "How dare you say that you have no interest in the detective at all?" ?”

"I don't!"

Detective Amy Santiago categorically denied it, but when she met Chuck's gaze and thought of the word "sea" that Chuck had previously commented on in the car, she immediately looked away with a guilty conscience.

"would you like?"

Chuck looked at Detective Shenfan who was dancing happily and asked seriously.

"...What do you mean if I am willing or not?"

The detective was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

"You and Detective San Diego seem like a happy couple."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "In this magical world, the longer I work as a detective, the more and more bizarre things I come into contact with. Many things have exceeded the limits of my understanding of normal people's views. If you are willing and strongly request , I don’t mind accepting your invitation to design a cooperative experiment for the San Diego police detectives, so as to exercise my in-depth understanding and adaptability to this world, so I ask you if you are willing?”

"..."

Faced with Chuck's candid words, one of the people involved, Detective Amy Santiago, no longer dared to listen and ran away. The other person involved, the annoyed detective, faced Chuck's confirming look and coughed lightly. He stopped talking and walked away with a smile.

Everyone likes to be a Cao thief, but not many people like to be a tauren warrior!

"pity."

Chuck shook his head slightly and left the NYPD 99 branch.

What he said was true.

Detective Amy Santiago's appearance is stuck on the baseline of the experiment. She belongs to Schrödinger's Catwoman. Normally, she just collapses to the baseline without thinking about it. However, if the detective confirms it, he can also consider a special move. .

After all, the situation was special, and Detective Shenfan's strong request could be used as a bonus, so that the appearance could be reduced to the baseline of the experiment and meet the experimental requirements.

After walking out of the police station, Chuck walked to the parking lot. He would go to the FBI New York branch later. The case had been transferred. He wanted to follow it so that he could completely clear up the line. He would clean up what should be cleaned and root out what should be eradicated. .

Just as he was walking downstairs of a building, the sky suddenly darkened, and an air conditioner unit carrying huge kinetic energy from high altitude suddenly hit him!