American TV series Detective's Daily Life

The bald professor was a little stunned.

Since it was discovered that his true interest was in assassins, he has been like a sharp but extremely delicate scalpel, designing the assassinations he received as smoothly as a cook doing his job. With 31 assassinations in his career, not to mention the police Well, even the target person himself had almost never met him, and he didn’t even know how he died.

The only few times they met were when the opportunity was really rare and there was no other interference, so he would stand in front of the fallen target and chat with him for a few words.

After all, everyone has a desire to talk.

Who better and more stable to talk to than a dying target?

When faced with a request, bribe, or curse when the target person is dying, he will look at the target person's lifeless eyes and say calmly: "I don't want anything, I just want to kill you."

But this time he met the target person again, but what he met was not eyes filled with panic, hatred, despair and finally death, but unusually calm and profound eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to see his own reflection in the eyes of those target persons.

These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. The egg-like head on the egg rack made him smart enough. He turned around and ran towards the building.

Chuck's sweep on the first floor was to trap people in the building and prevent them from escaping. Even if they escaped, all the surveillance cameras centered on this building were already focused here. It would take more time to find the people, but now Now that they have met, it goes without saying that the other party can't run away.

The speed increased again, and the speed of going upstairs was hardly slower than that of the elevator. Chuck quickly ran to the floor where the bald professor was. After exiting the stairwell, he saw the bald professor pressing the elevator button frantically. Apparently, the other party had already calculated He measured the speed of himself and Chuck, and performed the most basic mathematical pursuit problems. He couldn't outrun Chuck at all.

Seeing Chuck rushing towards him at an unchanging speed, the bald professor looked slightly panicked. After all, it was such an exciting thing to have a head-on conflict with someone. As an architecture professor who occasionally guest-starred as a killer for fun, he had never experienced such a thing.

But he quickly calmed down and took out a scalpel.

That’s right!

He boasts that his assassination techniques are like exquisite surgical anatomy. In addition to similar styles, there is another very important reason. That is, in order to enrich his assassination techniques, he truly practices the saying that interest is the best teacher, and specifically uses I taught myself anatomy in my spare time, and became quite comfortable with a scalpel.

Chuck's rushing body stopped three meters away from the bald professor.

The bald professor smiled at Chuck.

As a serial perverted murderer, after going through the initial panic of not knowing whether it was nervousness or excitement, he actually had no fear at all.

Besides, although Chuck is tall and strong, he has a knife in his hand.

Chuck stood there in silence for a moment, then reached into his suit. When he took it out again, he already had a big gun in his hand.

"..."

The bald professor looked at the dark and heavy Desert Eagle with an extended tube in Chuck's hand, and then at the small scalpel in his own hand, and fell silent.

At this time, the door opened and an African-American girl came out.

The bald professor couldn't help but look over. The scalpel in his hand moved slightly toward that direction, and he gave Chuck a signal with his eyes.

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, the bald professor felt his hand shake violently, his hand went numb, and the scalpel had fallen to the corner of the wall.

"..."

Seeing Chuck looking at him calmly with a gun, the bald professor fell silent again. Facing such a powerful opponent who was not prepared to talk about martial arts, he was as sensible as he was and made the final resistance. He raised his hand and was hit by a bullet. The trembling hands made a gesture of surrender.

Um.

Absolutely no chance for Chuck to empty the magazine.

And the African-American girl who opened the door had already quietly run away to who knows where. She obviously has enough experience in how to deal with such famous scenes, and is a very New Yorker.

"We meet again so soon."

This building is right next to the NYPD 99 precinct. Detective Shenfan and the others naturally arrived immediately. When they saw the bald professor raising his hands in surrender, he smiled at Chuck and said, "What's going on?"

"He's a killer."

Chuck had already put away his gun, nodded to Detective Shenfan and the others, and briefly introduced some situations.

"Are you thinking too much? Although this kind of accident is a bit bizarre, it has happened before."

The frustrated detective found the bald professor's wallet from his clothes, took out his driver's license and checked it, and immediately suspected: "He is an architecture professor at New York University."

"Yeah, I'm a college professor."

The bald professor smiled slightly.

"That was his murder weapon."

Chuck pointed to the scalpel in the corner: "Room 18 on the 12th floor is the room where the air conditioner unit fell. There must be evidence of his murder inside."

"Holy shit!"

Detective Amy Santiago squatted in the corner, looked at the scalpel that was hit by the bullet, screamed out, and turned to look at Chuck: "What kind of bullet is this? What gun did you use?"

Chuck pulled out his gun.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was stunned: "Do you usually carry a gun like this with you?"

"I'm a Texan."

Chuck was concise and to the point.

"...even if there are not many Texans who can carry such a powerful long-barreled pistol, right?"

Detective Amy Santiago complained.

"I follow human instinct and like big things."

Chuck frowned and looked at her: "Don't you like it?"

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was speechless.

"Yeah, Detective San Diego, don't you?"

The annoying police detective showed his old ways again and couldn't help but poke fun at him from the side.

"Let's take him back to the police station first."

Detective Amy Santiago no longer wanted to talk to Chuck and Detective Shenfan, for fear of attracting people from other bureaus to snatch the case, and even arrested them directly as a case. After saying a few words, she escorted the bald professor downstairs. .

The scene and evidence will naturally be completed by the subsequent identification department.

NYPD 99th Precinct.

trial room.

"Leniency for confession..."

The troubled detective was just about to start when he saw the bald professor sitting there smiling slightly: "I'll tell you everything."

Then, one by one, he began to tell in detail his experiences as a killer out of interest.

"what's the situation?"

Standing in front of the one-way glass wall outside the interrogation room, Detective Amy Santiago was a little confused.

"He knew he couldn't get away with it, so he just showed his cards."

There is nothing strange about Chuck: "He needs an audience, and this is New York. There is no death penalty. The only difference between killing one person and killing dozens is that if you kill dozens, you will be eligible to negotiate terms, and you will live a better life."

With that said, he pushed the door open and walked in, leaving behind a stunned Detective Amy Santiago.

She wanted to refute and complain, but she was at a loss for words because what Chuck said seemed unbelievable, but it was indeed the reality of New York.

After the NYPD does not have the magical "execution of justice" in the arrest process, when it comes to the prosecutor, the situation will be even more magical. In order to get the murderer to name more victims, the prosecutor will practice the art of the deal.

If this bald professor really killed dozens of people, then with this capital, in New York, where there is no death penalty, he would indeed be able to live a much better life by relying on the art of trading than if he only killed one or two people.

There will probably be crazy female fans rushing to marry him and then give him six-eared macaques when they visit the prison. As long as he is famous enough, the chance of a bald old man embracing spring again in prison is countless times higher than pretending to be a normal person outside.

In the world of American TV series, it is so magical!

"Who hired you?"

After Chuck entered, he got straight to the point: "If you don't tell, I will find your weaknesses and target you. If you tell, I will ask this detective to help you find a good position in prison."

"Is it so direct?"

The bald professor had a smile on his face.

"Because I know you know the current affairs."

Chuck gave him the same look he had during the gun-to-knife confrontation.

"..."

The bald professor smiled.

Just now, he pointed a knife at Chuck's gun at the elevator entrance, which was not a pleasant experience. It was not because he was afraid of being scared, but because Chuck's lack of martial ethics really made him feel depressed as a serial killer.

The annoying detective remained silent this time. Although he was blabbering, he could still control himself at the critical moment.

"Okay, I say."

As always, the bald professor did not choose to resist. He nodded and smiled again: "It's just that if you want to get some news from me, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, because I don't know who he is, and I actually know nothing about him. .”

Chuck didn't speak, but just used his eyes to signal him to continue.

"Three years ago, I was on a business trip to London. When I went to sit in a bar at night, a tall man suddenly sat next to me. I was startled. I had heard of British urban legends..."

The bald professor said calmly: "Then he invited me to dine. Just when I was thinking about how to refuse to get away, he told me the reason, which was that I was wrong.

He didn't say his name, he said he was our client, he just wanted to chat with me about the fact that I was actually a serial killer, he said he had experience identifying hidden sociopaths, he said he would keep in touch, and I I never saw him again and kept in touch via phone calls and text messages, but he was right, I was indeed a serial killer. "

"How many people have you killed?"

Detective Amy Santiago also walked in at this time. Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask.

"31."

The bald professor is candid.

"31?"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't accept it: "You mean there have been 31 'accidents' in New York before?"

"Yes, compared to other legends, I'm still a newbie."

The bald professor sighed: "After three years of accumulation, I can only make national news three times at most."

Detective Amy Santiago froze.

Happy America, guns blazing every day.

In the United States, there is more than one shooting every day. Everyone has heard of it for a long time. Therefore, if the number of people shot dead is less than 10 (excluding the gunman himself), it will not be included in the latest (hot) news (search) around the world. )of.

Now that the bald professor, a serial perverted murderer, used this metaphor as a metaphor, she was still shocked.

"Actually, although I am clean and steady in my actions, I have always secretly hoped in my heart that you would discover and find me."

The bald professor looked at Detective Amy Santiago and sighed: "It's just that you never found out and the case was closed by accident. This makes me a little disappointed."

After saying this, a weird and evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why are you here?"