American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"I know this is probably a stupid question, but how can I be professional?"

Chandler joked: "This is already disguised as suicide. If it were not involved in the disappearance and the female senator, it would have been defined as suicide. How can you be more professional?"

"There are professionals. With just a phone call, they will come and pick up the body and clean up all traces."

Chuck said calmly: "There is no case without a body. This is the reason why many cases of wife murder cannot be filed despite knowing that the husband did it. As for the methods they used, in addition to digging pits in the field, sinking iron barrels into lakes, and cement foundations at construction sites , walls, cremation, a more professional and secret method is chemical solvents, I recommend piranha lotion, 30%..."

"..."

Chandler and the others watched Chuck talking, with rich details and one-click fool-like operation. They were dumbfounded and felt chills behind their backs.

What is so special about being professional?

This special thing is called professional!

But is this really what they can listen to?

"How do you know this?"

Detective Amy Santiago swallowed her saliva and said with difficulty.

"I'm a scientist."

Chuck said calmly: "I am still a detective. If a scientific detective cannot think about what criminals think, think about what criminals cannot think, and think about all possibilities and impossibilities, he is not a good detective."

"As professional as you are, if you become a killer, it will be epic."

Chandler shrugged at Chuck, then looked at Detective Amy Santiago and joked: "You guys should thank him for choosing to be on your side, not the other side."

"hehe."

Detective Amy Santiago laughed dryly, but when she saw Chuck turning his head to look at her seriously, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked uncertainly: "Do you need me to say thank you?"

"He told the truth."

Chuck looked at her sternly.

"……Thanks."

Detective Amy Santiago’s lips twitched: “On behalf of all the good people, thank you.”

"No."

Chuck shook his head: "On behalf of everyone."

In fact, strictly speaking, Detective Amy Santiago should thank him on behalf of the criminals. If he didn't have an unshakable ideological seal from his previous life, and could beep without doing anything, then Chuck's daily life would be different.

Both the Dark Knight and Daredevil would say it's too dark.

"ok."

Detective Amy Santiago wanted to complain, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that it did make sense.

The more she thought about it, the more scared she became, and she was extremely glad that Chuck chose to side with order.

"You're welcome."

Chuck nodded.

late at night.

New York, Brooklyn, NYPD 99 Precinct.

After a busy day, the NYPD has basically gone home to rest. There are only a few people on duty, who either gather together to brag and spank, or sit in their seats and doze off. A person wearing a cleaner's costume cleans here like a transparent person. The NYPD turned a blind eye to him.

Labor costs in the United States are high, so there are a large number of illegal migrant workers doing the lowest level of work. Unless they offend others or others extend evil hands to them, they generally turn a blind eye to them. Eye.

The cleaner cleaned carefully, slowly came to the branch superintendent's office, glanced outside, and began to rummage skillfully.

Here are stored the belongings of the deceased Christine Jasmine that were taken from the office of the female senator. Because a heavyweight is involved, the Superintendent not only requires that the progress be reported at any time, but also that all kinds of evidence must be gathered to him.

"Aha! Got you!"

While the cleaner was rummaging around, Detective Shenfan jumped out of the darkness and laughed.

"Ah, you scared me."

The cleaner immediately covered his chest, looking frightened.

At this time, Chuck and the others also walked in.

"I'm leaving now so I won't hinder your work."

The cleaner said and wanted to go out.

"Don't move, turn around!"

Detective Amy Santiago pointed a gun at the janitor, violently held him down, and searched him for a gun.

"I think I'll do it."

Detective Shenfan couldn't help but said sarcastically: "Otherwise you won't be able to search him thoroughly. If he still has a gun hidden somewhere, it would be dangerous."

"Yeah."

Chandler immediately pursed his lips and nodded with a smile.

"Shut up!"

Detective Amy Santiago immediately shouted at the two of them.

"Oh oh oh, what do you mean?"

The cleaner wanted to continue acting.

"Who are you? Who do you work for?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked as she frisked him.

"I work for this building and I clean it."

The cleaner said innocently.

"No, you're not."

Chuck said: "You are a private detective and part-time gangster cleaner, but you are not professional."

The cleaner glanced at Chuck, pursed his lips, and then smiled again: "I don't know what you are talking about. Listen, I am new here. If you don't believe it, you can call my supervisor and wake him up." he!"

While talking, he took the opportunity to hand over the business card to Detective Amy Santiago, stepped back to the table, picked up the pen in the pen holder, pulled Chandler who was watching the fun, and used the pen as a knife against the money. Dele's neck looked at everyone and smiled: "Calm down! Now I want you to put the gun on the ground, slowly take out the handcuffs, and cuff yourself."

Detective Amy Santiago and Detective Shenfan both started to do as they were told. Detective Shenfan skillfully tied himself up, but still did not forget to tease his partner: "I have wanted to play this trick for a long time, but I never thought it would be this time. .”

Detective Amy Santiago immediately looked disgusted and was about to cuff himself, but was interrupted by the janitor: "Cuff him first!"

"Him? Why?"

Detective Amy Santiago followed the janitor's eyes and looked at Chuck, and immediately said dissatisfied: "Are you discriminating against women?"

She only had one handcuff on her body, and if it was cuffed by Chuck, she couldn't cuff herself.

So in the eyes of the cleaner, she, a real police detective, is not as threatening as a civilian man?

"..."

The cleaner hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm just good at doing my homework and know who Chuck Wolf is. I don't mean to discriminate against women."

After saying this, he raised his chin towards Chuck: "You see, I am an excellent private detective."

"You can discriminate against me."

Chandler was very scared when the pen was poked in his neck, but he couldn't stop talking and blurted out.

"Don't be afraid. If he dares to hurt you, we will definitely not let him go."

Detective Amy Santiago comforted her bestie while handcuffing Chuck.

"Damn it!"

The annoyed police detective looked frustrated as if he was stealing the show, attracting everyone's attention, and then he joked: "Santiago is more skilled in handcuffing people than I am. Obviously, this is what she has been playing in her dreams for a long time." ”

"Back off now!"

After Detective Amy Santiago cuffed Chuck, the janitor motioned for her to step back, then held Chandler up to get the gun and leave. Then he set his eyes on Chandler in his arms and shouted: " What are you doing? Move forward!"

"Sorry, I want to leave too, but my two legs won't agree. Otherwise, why don't you tell them to leave?"

Although Chandler was so frightened that his legs were weak and he couldn't walk, he couldn't stop laughing.

"...are you still a detective assistant?"

The cleaner complained.

It’s true that any random person can be a detective!

The private detective cleaner who thought he was a professional was unhappy.

"My assistant is actually responsible for making jokes."

Chandler told the truth.

"..."

If it weren't for the fact that Chandler's legs were very weak, the cleaner would have suspected that Chandler was up to something. Resisting the urge to poke the pen in, he bent down to get the gun on the ground.

Then a black shadow came over. When he raised his hand to block it, there was a click and his arm was broken. Then he heard Detective Amy Santiago yell: "Get out of the way, he is mine!"

Then, a strong force hit him, and he was thrown to the ground hard. His broken arm was injured twice, and he screamed out in pain.

After the cleaner was arrested and handcuffed, everyone had the intention to look at Chuck's empty hands and the handcuffs left on the table.

"how did you do that?"

Detective Shenfan was amazed.

"Just like you said."

Chuck said calmly: "I like the tone too."

"..."

The annoyed detective's mouth twitched.

"Let's be frank, not to mention that you are an accessory to the murder, conspired, or obstructed the investigation. Just for violently attacking the police, there is no problem in killing you now."

Chuck said: "Look at what Representative Basson and the others did. Amateurs can no longer be amateurs. Do you think this is the only flaw and evidence? What is the success rate of keeping them secret? And with their status, you will be arrested afterwards. How likely is it to be silenced? Think about it with your IQ."

The cleaner was silent and said slowly: "I am a private detective and I have professional ethics..."

"Forget it."

Chuck interrupted directly: "We can still handle the case without your confession. Senator Basson's fake husband is just a contractor. He will know how to choose."

"do not."

The cleaner immediately became anxious: "Just listen to what I have to say. I didn't say anything frankly, I just wanted to..."

"No, you don't."

Chuck interrupted again.

"..."

The cleaner immediately understood that Chuck knew that he had to pay more, but he was just not prepared to agree to it.

"All right."

The cleaner struggled repeatedly, but finally chose professional ethics.

Um.

As always, he, like most people, has a flexible moral bottom line.

"Let's go take a statement."

Detective Shenfan pushed the janitor to the interrogation room.

"You can call the female senator's husband and ask him to come over now."

Chuck said to Detective Amy Santiago who was comforting Chandler.

"Fight now?"

Detective Amy Santiago was stunned.

"They can't sleep anyway."

Chuck said bluntly: "It's better to let them come over and close the case as soon as possible."

"Why close the case early?"

Chandler still didn't recover. Without the support of the cleaner's chest, he was limp. With the help of his best friend, he stood up with difficulty and subconsciously laughed at himself: "I can't sleep when I go back anyway."

"I can sleep."

Chuck said bluntly.

Chandler: "..."