American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Pete and repeat are on the same boat. If pete falls out, who is left?"

"repeat."

One is a repeater who has no feelings, and the other is a robot who yearns for ascension. The two of them talked to each other, and they just said this easy riddle conversation 187 times.

Little Leonard was watching. If he hadn't covered his mouth forcibly, he might have been unable to hold on any longer. Just like that, he had to turn his face away from looking at Little Sheldon, who was looking at him with tears in his eyes.

Such a stinky little Sheldon was now forced to look like a pitiful dog, looking at him with tears in his eyes. If he hadn't already known the details of little Sheldon, and it was Chuck who was leading the treatment. He probably couldn't help but help little Sheldon out of trouble.

"Pete and repeat are on the same boat. If pete falls out, who is left?"

"Repeat, why are you so mean to me?"

The 188th repetition has exceeded Little Sheldon's IQ value. Little Sheldon couldn't bear it anymore and cried.

"I'm just helping you discover your hidden talents."

Chuck took advantage of the situation and used his magical power. He could repeat this conversation all day long without any burden, but it was obvious that Little Sheldon had reached his limit. Since the other party had admitted defeat, this time the points collection would end there.

Otherwise, if he continues, he will intentionally bully the children.

"What talent?"

Little Sheldon questioned with tears in his eyes.

“A flexible bottom line.”

Chuck said bluntly: "You always feel that others must follow your ideas. Now do you find that this line in your heart has become more vivid?"

"..."

Little Sheldon was speechless and hung up the phone in tears.

The flexible bottom line is a secret that he has a vague concept in his heart. He piles his bottom line on the limit of others' tolerance in order to maximize his own convenience. Now that Chuck has exposed it, this bottom line is actually flexible and adjustable. If it is Everyone knows, so how can he exert extreme pressure in the future and force others to make concessions for him... This life will be impossible to live through.

The next day.

Chuck gets a call from Detective Amy Santiago about another case.

"Hi, Chuck."

When he arrived, Chandler was already standing there talking to Detective Shenfan and the others. When he saw Chuck coming, he smiled and said hello: "I'm here again."

"As long as you like it."

Chuck nodded.

"I love it so much."

Chandler joked: "It's not like working in a company. If you don't do well, you will be scolded by the boss. If you do well, you will be spanked and praised by the boss. Ask the boss not to do this. Watching the boss treat other colleagues like this makes other colleagues feel happy. It’s much better to have Stockholm Syndrome and ask your boss to give you a big dick on your buttocks.”

Having said this, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and smiled as he lit it: "And finally I don't have to quit smoking. I can smoke as much as I want. I don't have to put the cigarette away after one puff like in the office." Put it in the drawer, blow fresh air into your mouth, and use a small electric fan to blow away the smoke."

"No smoking allowed."

Chuck said bluntly.

"...ok."

Chandler looked at Chuck's eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth, put out the cigarette in his mouth wisely, and laughed at himself: "It seems that there is only one good thing, that is, no boss will show off my butt. .”

"But there will be friends who will slap you in the face."

The annoyed detective immediately winked: "Which one is more exciting?"

"Chandler, are you really okay with this?"

Detective Amy Santiago is worried about her gay best friend: "What about your job?"

"Na."

Chandler waved his hand and laughed at himself: "My job is completely incomparable to my current hobby. I have been working for so long, and no one among my good friends can even tell me what I do. And I only followed Chuck to a crime scene once, and my group of close friends already know I’m a detective assistant, need I say more?”

"But who will pay for your hobbies?"

Detective Amy Santiago is still worried about her gay bestie: "This is just a hobby after all."

"I."

Chuck answered.

"you?"

Detective Amy Santiago was stunned: "Are you willing to officially offer Chandler a job as a detective assistant?"

"has a problem?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"No problem, no problem...just why?"

Detective Amy Santiago waved her hands, but in the end couldn't help but ask her doubts.

"I know!"

"I know!"

Chandler and Detective Shenfan shouted in unison, then looked at each other, and both reached out to cover the other's mouth, trying to stop the other's mouth from speaking.

"Oh, God."

When Detective Amy Santiago saw this scene, she directly held her forehead and lamented.

She does like having a gay best friend like Chandler by her side, but it would be a headache if this gay best friend was led astray by the annoying detective and turned into an annoying best friend, and then she would be twice as annoying as her.

"I know!"

After all, Detective Shenfan often dealt with criminals. He had practiced it. He directly controlled Chandler with his backhand, then twisted Chandler's body and brought Chandler's butt in front of Chuck. He suppressed a smile and said : "Come on, boss!"

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago's mouth twitched.

"Don't be shy, I know you like it."

Detective Shenfan said funnyly: "Didn't you hear Chandler talk about his boss's hobbies? I know you bosses like this style. Punishment is slapped in the face, and praise is slapped in the buttocks. Anyway, we are all shameless. Who is here to beat the workers? Come on! Let’s beat them!”

"enough!"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't stand it anymore and took action to rescue her gay best friend: "Chandler, don't be angry, he is just like this."

"Why am I angry?"

Chandler laughed at himself: "What Jack said is also true. If I didn't know the real reason, I would have raised my butt towards Chuck."

"Hahaha."

Detective Shenfan laughed loudly: "Brother, I knew we were perfect for each other. You should hurry up and sign up for the police academy. No, I will sign up for you now. We will definitely be the best comedy duo."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was troubled by the fuss and complained speechlessly: "So this is not the reason you were rushing to say just now?"

"of course not."

Chandler joked: "Did you see that I took the initiative to stick my butt out just now? There is only one truth why Chuck is willing to provide me with a job as a detective assistant!"

Having said this, he jumped behind Chuck and was directly blocked by the tall Chuck, so he looked at Detective Amy Santiago: "Amy, repeat the question you just asked."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was helpless, but still said: "Why?"

"I'm rich!"

Chandler hid behind Chuck, pinched his throat to imitate Chuck's deep voice, and said the classic quote that had left him speechless before.

"...Well, if you have money, you can really do whatever you want."

The detective was stunned, and then laughed at himself: "You win! This joke is much better than mine! You are the funniest one!"

"See it!"

Chandler jumped out again and said with a smile: "I just said I know the reason!"

"How much salary do you pay him?"

Detective Amy Santiago looked at Chuck curiously.

"$5,000 a month."

Facing everyone's gaze, Chuck said the number.

"cut!"

Detective Shenfan immediately let out a cry, relaxed and complained: "I thought rich people could do whatever they wanted, but it turns out they only give this little."

"That's more than what we got."

Detective Amy Santiago taunted, "Can you get that much?"

"...I don't have one, but it's almost the same."

Detective Shenfan said harshly: "But this is the price offered by the rich. Our psychological estimates are different."

"I'm glad you're offering me the job, but I think I'll have to say no."

Chandler put away his joking expression and said to Chuck more seriously: "First of all, we are friends, and I don't want to become a superior and subordinate. That would be boring. Secondly, I have been doing that job for several years. I'm about to get a promotion and a salary increase, so I'm still a bit reluctant to give up suddenly... As you know, I already have Stockholm Syndrome."

At the end, he started to laugh at himself again.

"Why did you give up your old job?"

Chuck asked.

"Well."

Chandler was stunned: "Didn't you say you would provide me with a job as a detective assistant?"

"That's part-time."

Chuck said calmly: "Besides your normal work, you can come here whenever you want. As a detective assistant, you can work part-time on your main job together. After you truly understand what you want, you can then consider whether to give up your main job. Treat your part-time job as your main job."

"Holy shit!"

Detective Shenfan was stunned: "So your monthly salary of 5,000 yuan is enough to work 8 days a month at most? You can come if you want to come, but you can't come if you don't want to?"

Chuck looked at him and said slowly in a deep voice: "I'm rich."

"..."

Detective Shenfan twitched the corner of his mouth, then turned around, raised his butt, twisted his head, pointed one finger at his face and the other at his buttocks, and said with a smile on his face: "Boss, what do you think of me?"

Not far away, the patrolman responsible for pulling the cord to maintain the blockade looked dumbfounded. A rookie patrolman couldn't help but ask: "Are you handling a case at a crime scene or filming a sitcom?"

"A sitcom, of course."

The veteran patrol officer said seriously: "Sometimes we will be used in filming, so if we are invited to make guest appearances, if we have money, it can be regarded as a subsidy."

"real?"

The rookie patrol officer looked at the female corpse not far away with confusion and murmured: "But this prop is too real, isn't it?"

"The prop master can add chicken drumsticks tonight."

The veteran patrolman nodded.

The rookie patrolman had just debuted and had never dared to look at the bloody corpses before. Now that his seniors told him that this was a sitcom, he temporarily suppressed his fear and moved over to see how this prop was made so real.

Then.

A rookie patrolman started vomiting.

ps: I didn’t finish coding last night, there was only one chapter at noon, and another chapter will be added in the evening, sorry!