American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"You guys get dressed first."

Detective Amy Santiago once again felt the strong bad taste in Chuck's face (paralyzed), and said to the tall young man and the small girl wrapped in sheets and hugging each other with the cutest height difference.

After saying that, she closed the door politely and looked at Chuck. She didn't know what to say: "Dr. Wolfe, you..."

"What's wrong?"

Chuck looked at her calmly.

"nothing."

Detective Amy Santiago knew that no matter what she said, it would probably not only have no effect in the end, but would probably make her angry, so she shook her head wisely and whispered: "They don't seem to have any problems."

Chuck looked at her in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Detective Amy Santiago was made uncomfortable by Chuck's gaze, and had to ask Chuck the question just now.

"It turns out that your acceptance level can be so wild."

Chuck said bluntly: "What a pity."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago suddenly thought of the previous scene where Chuck asked the detective for confirmation. She didn't want to talk about this topic at all, but she couldn't bear it this time: "Why did I have so much fun?"

"Didn't you see it?"

Chuck motioned toward Ted's dormitory.

"...You want to go there!"

Amy Santiago thought she had followed Chuck's train of thought, and said angrily: "This is a university dormitory. College students generally don't have much money to rent a room, so they can save whatever they can... This is a compromise that can't be helped. Didn't you see?" It's not like you want to dress properly when you're another person!"

She secretly checked Chuck's file and found out that Chuck went to college at the age of 15. At such a young age and with such a weird temperament, he probably had never experienced the life of a normal college student.

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

Detective Amy Santiago was about to speak when the door opened and the three of them stood there neatly, looking at them awkwardly and uneasily.

"NYPD!"

Detective Amy Santiago flashed her police badge and walked in, looking at the three people: "This is Dr. Chuck Wolf, the consultant of the bureau..."

After saying this, she suddenly noticed that Chuck hadn't moved, so she tilted her head and motioned for Chuck to come in with her: "We'll talk inside."

"I don't think so."

Chuck shook his head.

"Why?"

Detective Amy Santiago was puzzled.

"surf."

Chuck was concise and to the point.

Everyone was immediately embarrassed.

Compared to Detective Amy Santiago, who didn't react to the word 'hai' for a while and only used his detective skills to guess it later, the tall young man and the small girl involved, as well as the tortured upper bunk brother Ted, almost It’s easy to understand.

"Oh, this is so shameful."

The little girl blushed and lowered her head, muttering quietly, but she kept glancing at the dashing and heroic Detective Amy Santiago from the corner of her eye.

The tall young man touched the back of his head and smiled honestly.

Um.

Although he couldn't smell anything special, he was still quite proud.

"Are you Ted Mosby?"

Detective Amy Santiago took a deep breath and felt that she still had to rely on herself.

"right."

Ted nodded, worried: "What's the matter, officer?"

Detective Amy Santiago breaks it down.

"Oh, my god!"

Ted was stunned.

He never imagined that his professor was actually a serial killer and was preparing to kill him when he was on the phone.

Detective Amy Santiago interrogated for a while and found no problems, so he looked at Chuck: "Dr. Wolfe, do you have anything to say?"

"Um."

Chuck nodded, looked at Ted, the young male protagonist in Finding Mom in his past life memory, and said seriously: "Stay away from weird people, especially if you meet someone who takes the initiative to strike up a conversation in the toilet, you should never You know what kind of pervert he is."

"good."

Ted was confused, but he still nodded in agreement.

After the professor's encounter, he had a deeper understanding of the world. It was really scary, and he should really stay away from weird people.

"Last question, tell Dr. Wolfe, are you not..."

Detective Amy Santiago finally spoke out and asked Ted and the others to tell Chuck that the unbearable things he imagined did not happen at all in the dormitory.

Chuck and the others left.

"God, this is horrible."

The little girl sat on the bed in a daze.

"yes."

The tall and honest young man nodded, walked over to sit next to her, hugged her and comforted her: "But Lily, don't worry, I will protect you!"

"Really?"

Lily, a little girl, looked up at her boyfriend, her eyes sparkling. When her boyfriend nodded heavily, her magical eyes suddenly became misty. She bit her lip and murmured: "Matthew, you are so good. .”

"..."

Ted, who was really the most shocked and frightened, looked at the couple who were no longer paying attention to each other, and was shocked again. There are actually such sticky couples in this world. Is this the so-called true love?

Outside the dormitory.

"Did you hear that?"

Detective Amy Santiago saw that Chuck didn't respond to Ted and the others' answers, and couldn't help but remind him: "Things are not what you think at all."

"That's how I thought it would be."

Chuck said calmly.

"Is this what you think?"

Detective Amy Santiago was confused: "Then you were still like that before, and you still said that you were playing so fancy that I could accept it..."

As she spoke, she seemed to understand something. She looked at Chuck's back with dumbfounded eyes, blushed and cursed: "Which one of us is playing tricks?"

"I don't think it's normal, but you think it's normal."

Chuck paused and turned to correct himself.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago paused.

Forced by circumstances, she thought it was normal, but that was completely different from what strange experiment Chuck was planning to design using her as a prototype!

The thought of her becoming little Lily and the annoying detective being Ted made her feel normal again.

But when she met Chuck's serious look, she was at a loss for words and didn't know how to explain the intentional and unintentional differences between the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon.

In the end, I could only get in the car depressed.

Chuck's cell phone rang, he opened it and said, "Here's some news. His name is John Douglas. He was very smart since he was a child, but as expected he ended up in a juvenile detention center. While he was there, his roommate was older. The child was beaten to death, and within the next six months, all three assailants died.”

"Did this John Douglas do it?"

Seeing that business was about to begin, Amy Santiago didn't care about sulking, and asked: "Also, why is it that there are no accidents even after being admitted to the juvenile detention center since childhood?"

"Didn't you see the sketch I drew?"

Chuck glanced at her: "The juvenile detention center couldn't prove that he did it, so he was transferred to another juvenile detention center. The death incident ended and he was released at the age of 18. There was no news about him after that. It should be Changed my name.”

Detective Amy Santiago was silent.

She also realized at this time that this John Douglas was African-American, and whether in the United States or the United Kingdom, in order to strengthen the growing prison service industry, very capable African-Americans were systematically sent to prison at a higher rate than white people. Several times.

"Then how to find him?"

"Already found."

Chuck gave her an address: "He registered it under the name of his roommate who was killed before."

"It seems that this roommate is indeed different to him."

Detective Amy Santiago started the car and drove to the hotel where John Douglas was staying.

"It's just too human to commemorate my roommate in this way."

Chuck shook his head.

The mortal Han Paopao in The Mortal Cultivation of Immortality can be used in this way because the transmission of messages is not so convenient at all, and corpses are easily destroyed and traces are destroyed. Many messages cannot be left in traces even if they exist, so Han Paopao often uses his friends' The name is a pseudonym.

And this is the world of American TV dramas. Technology has become quite advanced, and there are traces of existence. The traces are difficult to completely erase.

It seems that this John Douglas is not the real big boss, because he may be very smart and talented, but his intelligence is still only at the mortal level and cannot support an organization of this level.

"Do you need to call for backup?"

Detective Amy Santiago was not as calm as Chuck. When she thought that she was facing a very terrifying leader of an organization when she came to the door, she became nervous and immediately followed the professional code.

"Need not."

Chuck shook his head: "I don't want to wait for him to leave for an hour and I can't even get in."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago glanced at Chuck, and she seriously doubted what Chuck was up to.

yes!

Sometimes, for the sake of safety, the NYPD will gather superior forces first and surround them without attacking, but that's not for safety.

NYPD’s life also matters!

If everything goes well and everyone lets them do their jobs, the process will go much faster.

Moreover, Chuck is the consultant of their bureau, not a bystander who doesn't know the situation or a related party who is too excited and loses his bearings. He can go in whenever he wants.

Looking at Chuck's paralyzed expression, she suddenly thought that "I am a Texan" that Chuck used to explain the problem might not be professional discrimination but regional discrimination!

Are Texans so amazing?

She really didn’t believe it!

Arrive at the hotel.

With the NYPD badge opening the way, detectives Chuck and Amy Santiago knocked on the door of a high-end suite.

"Please come in."

A rich male voice came from the room.

Amy Santiago drew her pistol, made a tactical gesture at Chuck, and pushed open the door.

In the room, a tall, bald African-American man in a suit and tie stood there, showing no emotion to the two men who entered with guns. He showed the calm smile of a successful person: "Detective San Diego, there is no danger here, you can put down the gun." .”

After saying that, without waiting for her response, she turned her gaze to Chuck: "Dr. Wolfe, we finally meet. I have to say, you really exceeded my expectations."

"You knew we were coming?"

Detective Amy Santiago kept scanning the room for possible dangers and asked vigilantly: "And you admit that you arranged the killer?"

"There is nothing to deny, and this is not the most important thing right now."

The tall bald African-American man smiled and said: "The most interesting topic we should talk about now is the fact that Dr. Wolfe is a serial killer."

Detective Amy Santiago: "..."