American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"It doesn't matter, there is a forensic doctor."

Chuck reminded the forensic doctor not to deal with the deceased yet, but to come over and bandage the wound of their director first, and then reminded everyone to pay attention to the case itself: "Look at the fatal wound of the deceased and the position where he was lying. The attacker is about 1.85 in height. There’s no way someone of that stature has such small hands.”

"Thank you Chief Tischer for your personal verification."

Chandler scoffed: "I believe that when I get to the witness stand in court, these hands will be very convincing."

"This is what I should do."

Chief Randy Tischer, who was being bandaged by the forensic doctor, nodded in greeting and looked at his hands thoughtfully: "When will this wound heal?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine in a few days."

The forensic doctor laughed.

"This is not good."

Director Randy Tischer immediately shook his head: "It is impossible to testify in court for more than a week in this case."

After saying this, he looked at the forensic doctor seriously: "Can you slow down a little bit?"

"..."

Although forensic doctors in the world of American TV series have always been regarded as technical nerds with various quirks, this forensic doctor was still a little embarrassed and speechless when faced with such a request from his own director. He was not sure if it was a joke.

"Relax."

Chief Randy Tischer also saw the weirdness and embarrassment in the forensic doctor's eyes, and immediately waved his bandaged hand gently to help the forensic doctor: "I was just saying casually... I will discuss it with Sharona when I get back. Well, she is the best nurse."

The forensic doctor didn't know how to react except for an awkward yet polite smile.

"Cool boy, I suggest you don't discuss this with your wife."

Chandler patted Director Randy Tischer on the shoulder and suggested seriously.

"Why?"

Although he was tapped on the shoulder by a boy who was ten years younger, Director Randy Tischer didn't mind at all. Instead, he was somewhat happy and sincerely asked for advice.

After all, he is the cool boy in the band, and he will remain a boy until the day he dies!

"Because no matter how much you keep stressing how good a nurse she is."

Chandler suppressed a smile and said: "But don't forget that she is your wife first, and a wife will never have a good attitude towards her husband who has injured his hands, especially a middle-aged couple~"

"Why?"

Director Randy Tischer still looked at Chandler in confusion.

Others also looked over.

"You know~"

Chandler was surrounded by people watching, and he could only wink more and more, trying to make the client understand the importance of his hands to their husband and wife, but he was too embarrassed to say it directly in public.

"I just asked you because I didn't know."

Director Randy Tischer looked at Chandler seriously: "Please tell me, I don't want to make Sharona angry."

When he said this, a happy smile appeared on his face: "You don't know, it's not easy for her and I to get together. She was originally Munch's nurse. At that time, she was divorced and had children. She was beautiful and heartfelt. We had a spark at that time, but it was a pity that it was delayed for one reason or another.

Before I knew it, she had remarried her ex-husband, left San Francisco and returned to her hometown in New Jersey.

At that time, Munch was very confused and was very scared for a time, but what they didn't know was that I was even more confused and scared, as if the most important thing in my life was far away from me.

After that, I no longer wanted to work in the San Francisco Police Department, and I quit my job and went overseas to release a rock album with my friends. By the way, I also have a dedicated website..."

"Tell the important point!"

An impatient voice came from somewhere around the corner. It was obvious that Randy Tischer, the cool rock boy, had long been known to everyone, and no one wanted to hear about the struggle history of this rock boy anymore.

"ok, ok."

Chief Randy Tischer has a good temper. He looked around and found no one who said what he said. He brought the topic back in a good-natured manner: "Anyway, after four years of delay, Sharona's ex-husband became After her ex-husband returned to San Francisco, although her previous position was replaced by Munch's new assistant Natalie, and she was ridiculed overtly and covertly that she came back for money, but these are not important. The most important thing is that I and I The spark she had accumulated for many years finally exploded, and I am willing to leave San Francisco and settle in New Jersey for her, because I am already a mature man!"

Bang bang bang!

Chandler clapped vigorously, and after attracting everyone's attention, he wiped the corners of his dry eyes with his palms, wiping away tears as if moved: "It's so touching. The rock boy has now become a warm husband. It's so beautiful."

"Thanks."

Chief Randy Tischer was happy and looked at Chandler like he was a confidant.

"Now let's focus on the case itself and not get sidetracked."

Chandler hurriedly called everyone to look at the crime scene: "The happiness of you and your wife only highlights her misfortune. Let us concentrate on helping her get justice, okay?"

"But my hands..."

Chief Randy Tischer also wanted Chandler to explain carefully why his hands were not suitable for his wife to bandage and maintain.

"Your hands are fine!"

Chandler immediately interrupted and said quickly: "After listening to the touching love story of your couple, I finally understand. Not to mention that your hands were only slightly injured, even if they are broken and useless, as long as you are there With this mouth, your wife can feel endless happiness..."

Seeing the others looking at him with strange expressions, Chandler immediately added: "I mean you play in a rock band, you must be the lead singer, right?"

"right!"

Director Randy Tischer nodded repeatedly and looked at Chandler with very hot eyes. He is a confidant, he is definitely a confidant!

In a rock band, he is indeed the absolute lead singer!

"I knew it!"

Chandler waved his fingers vigorously, pursed his lips and said: "Anyway, the love words coming out of your mouth are like one love song after another. Can that woman withstand the attack of such continuous love songs? No. What about the hands? How about happiness as well!"

The corner of Jane's mouth twitched, and she looked at Chuck who was silent, her eyes full of 'What kind of assistant did you find?'

"I did put a lot of my experiences into songs and sang them out..."

Chief Randy Tischer can't help but want to rock out with his confidant Chandler.

"Stop singing and get down to business first!"

Chandler glanced at the silent Chuck and the weird-looking Jane, interrupted quickly, followed Chuck's example and pointed to the sky, mocking himself: "Just investigate the case seriously, don't say anything else, otherwise it will happen again." Some people say I'm too noisy, and then I'm probably going to get O~M~Ged."

Chief Randy Tischer said nothing, just patted Chandler hard on the shoulder with an 'I understand you' look in his eyes.

Thinking back then, he was also ridiculed and disliked by all kinds of things. After the serious work is over, he must tell his good partner Chandler: "Other people's opinions are not important. The most important thing in life is to be optimistic and happy to be yourself!" "

"So the broken-in-window robbery was a complete illusion."

Jane took the initiative to bring back the distorted topic: "The murderer has the key to the house, so her husband is the biggest suspect."

"It could also be a lover or mistress."

Chandler couldn't help but joke: "They might also have the key. You know, it's more exciting at home~"

"..."

Jane looked sideways at Chandler, who was always trying to be funny. She felt what he meant, and she finally understood why some people would say he was quarrelsome.

It’s uncomfortable to say this sentence without making fun of yourself!

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Chuck nodded: "But lovers and mistresses can be basically excluded."

"Why?"

Jane is puzzled.

"etc."

Director Randy Tischer suddenly made a sound, and then stretched out his hands in front of him, raising and lowering them as if to clear away the obstacles in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the slowly moving hands, and his feet turned, just like this. Round and round.

"what are you doing?"

Chandler endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back and joked: "What about using magic to summon spirits?"

"no."

Chief Randy Tischer explained with a smile: "I was imitating Munch. He does this every time before solving a case. According to his words, this can isolate the world and allow him to concentrate on observing from his perspective. Unknown details.”

"Is it effective?"

Chandler said amusedly.

"I've been studying it for 11 years, but it only works for Munch."

Chief Randy Tischer tells it like it is.

"...Then you will continue to study?"

Jane was speechless.

"Feel sorry."

Director Randy Tischer smiled apologetically: "The main reason is that I met Detective Chuck today and wanted to try Detective Amon's classic moves. Maybe this time it will work?"

Everyone: "..."

It really makes sense! Detective Amon solves cases with gestures rather than brains!

"Dr. Wolfe, you understand that, don't you?"

Chief Randy Tischer looked at Chuck.

"Well, both a gift and a curse."

Chuck Morde emotionally spoke Detective Amon's classic lines.

"Ha! You really understand!"

Randy Tischer was excited when he heard these classic lines: "This sentence is simply the most appropriate portrayal of Munch!"

"Chuck was talking about you."

Chandler spat.

Your naturally silly sense of humor is both a gift and a curse!

"I?"

Randy Tischer looked at Chuck in confusion.

"Look at the murder weapon and its location."

Chuck did not answer him, but reminded everyone: "The murderer did not pick up this artwork that was more convenient, but took six steps to pick up another artwork that was not convenient and smashed the deceased to death. Why?"

Everyone immediately looked at the artworks placed around the scene. The closest one was a handle-shaped artwork. It was thin at the front and thick at the back. It was very comfortable. Holding it with one hand was no worse than holding a baseball bat.

“This is by Evan Gold!”

Jane picked up the artwork with gloves. After looking through it, she saw the signature on the base and suddenly exclaimed: "He or his mistress is one of his own people after all. He doesn't want to destroy his artwork, so that's why he signed it on the base." You have to think about this during the fight!”

"Wonderful!"

Chief Randy Tischer praised: "This inference is very reasonable. The jury will accept this. Now we only need to confirm that the deceased's husband did not have a mistress who was about 1.85 in height."

After saying this, he paused, glanced at Chandler, and added in a low voice: "Or a lover, and someone who is willing to kill for him."

"..."

Facing the kind-hearted wink of the naturally stupid Director Randy Tischer, Chandler twitched the corner of his mouth. This joke will never survive in his life, right!

"Now let's go see Evan Gold's studio."

Chuck stepped out and said, "Let's see if his carefully prepared alibi is airtight."

"Chandler, take my car!"

Chief Randy Tischer greeted warmly.

"you sure?"

Chandler looked at his bandaged hands.

"oh."

Chief Randy Tischer looked at his hands, then suddenly smiled, and then followed Chandler into Chuck's car.

Chandler really wanted to say, "Go and take Jane's car." He also wanted to talk to Chuck alone about things, but facing such a simple and enthusiastic Randy, he could only swallow his words.

Jane did not get into Chuck's car, but drove to follow.

Because four people were in one car, it would be inconvenient to use one car if Evan Gold was arrested directly later.

As the case has been deduced so far, she has completely trusted Chuck's judgment. This is a typical American wife-killing case. No matter how carefully planned the so-called perfect alibi is by the scumbag husband Evan Gold, when Chuck takes action Finally, it will definitely be exposed easily.

Art creation requires inspiration, and sculpture is very noisy, so Evan Gold, who is not short of money, has a studio located in the mountains, somewhat similar to Chuck's mountainside villa, but a little simpler.

When Chuck and the others arrived, Pigtail Gold was packing his things with his back to the door, wearing headphones.

"It's him!"

Jane became more and more determined.

If he hadn't killed his wife, how could any husband have been listening to music and doing chores leisurely while his wife was murdered?

"Mr. Evan Gold!"

Chief Randy Tischer came forward and called, but there was no response after calling three times. It wasn't until he patted his shoulder that Pigtail turned around and took off the earphones and glanced at everyone: "You are not looking for the bastard who killed my wife. What are you doing here with me?"

"We're looking."

Chandler swayed and mocked with his eyes.

"We meet again, Detective Chuck."

Gold, who was braided, smiled inexplicably at Chuck, then looked at Chief Randy Tischer: "Are they police officers too?"

"This is Dr. Chuck Wolfe, a consultant to the bureau, and these two are his assistants."

Chief Randy Tischer introduced.

"I've already answered what needs to be answered."

The braided Gold looked at Jane: "What a surprise. There are always such exceptionally beautiful beings around you. I have material for my new goddess statue again."

"Don't be impatient. Once you're in prison, you'll have time to be inspired."

Chuck looked at the studio calmly.

"see it?"

Chandler jumped up and pointed at Gold, yelling to Chief Randy Tischer, "This is the right time for you to use that joke!"

"What's the plot?"

Director Randy Tischer pursed his lips and smiled, then leaned over and whispered to Chandler.

"..."

Chandler was speechless.

You used it so silky and so often, but now you don’t know how to use it. Chuck’s intention is clearly to wait for the pigtail Gold to go to prison and be inspired by countless inspirations to create the new goddess statue. , I’m afraid that the physical characteristics can no longer be described as a goddess.

"Are you accusing me of something?"

Braided Gold narrowed his eyes: "If not, please apologize, otherwise I will sue you for defamation!"

"It's true, not slander."

Chuck had already seen the whole studio at this moment, and looked at the pigtailed Gold calmly: "I already have evidence to prove that you are the murderer!"

"impossible!"

The pigtailed Gold panicked, avoided Chuck's gaze, walked to a sculpture, took off the white cloth covering it, revealing a Western-style goddess statue, and shouted: "I have an alibi. I was always there when the crime happened." I'm with her all the time, the receipt for the 2 tons of Belgian gray marble is here, you can call and ask."

"No, you didn't!"

Chuck revealed: "Your so-called alibi just means that it takes more than 12 hours to carve this sculpture, but that is normal. If you use a jackhammer to carve, it can greatly reduce the carving time. One hour is enough. After carving, The studio is full of dust, but there is a long trace, which is the trace of the extension cord. Your fuse is burnt, and it must be a high-power electrical appliance. Although it is not mainstream for sculptors to use jackhammers to carve, it is not mainstream. It means you can’t use it, so your alibi is completely invalid.”

"Are you kidding me?"

The braided Gold shouted in an even more panic: "I chopped up the gravel? Then what? Where did I put it? That was two whole meals of marble! Did I eat it?"

"Tell me!"

Chuck said calmly.

"What did you say?"

Gold, the pigtail, was stunned.

"Since you said my deduction was wrong."

Chuck looked at him: "Then tell us, after you spent a full 12 hours carefully carving the sculpture, where are the remaining fragments of stone that were cut using normal carving methods?"

The braided Gold was suddenly stunned.

He only refuted Chuck's statement and laughed at Chuck's speculation without evidence, but he forgot that this was a problem with two sides. No matter what kind of gravel was cut, it had to exist. He couldn't cut it and cut it at the same time. Collect all these rubbles and throw them away to some unknown place, right?

That would be too suspicious!

At this moment, facing Chuck's calm gaze, his plump forehead immediately started to sweat. Facing the crowd's clasping hands, he leaned back and shouted, "I don't have to answer any of your questions. You and I I have a conflict and it is against me. My lawyer will be here right away. If you have any questions, talk to my lawyer!"