American TV series Detective's Daily Life

Two cars drove out of St. Anselm Boys' School.

In the castle.

A man and a woman stood by the window, watching this scene.

"What should we do now?"

Nicole smoked heavily, looking a little distracted.

"Just do whatever you have to do!"

Principal Gale stared at the direction in which the car was leaving, his face gloomy and almost dripping with tears: "Damn it! Why did you find him?!"

"I told you everything!"

Nicole was also angry: "We didn't come to him, but he came to us on his own initiative! I tried my best to stop him, but his few words forced me to let Mia follow him first, as you know Mia is not a person who can hide her worries at all."

"I don't know anymore!"

Principal Gale said angrily: "That's bullshit science! You even told me that if she was frightened, she would have a heart attack. But how many times have I scared her? She could be in a horror movie." What the hell is wrong with her! Why do you think I know her now?"

"She's so lucky."

Nico murmured.

"Now it's your turn to figure it out."

Gale's eyes moved over, looked at Nicole's face, and suddenly thought of what Chuck said before, and looked at Nicole coldly: "I have done what I should do, and now I have to be busy with the school's accounts. I should think about it." There is a way to solve this problem, don’t forget, we are in the same boat.”

"good."

Nicole took a deep breath from the lady's cigarette, blew out the smoke ring, and nodded in agreement.

"Um?"

Gale was stunned by such a straightforward agreement. Looking at Nicole, who was covered by the smoke and looked more mysterious than usual, he narrowed his eyes, then walked over and hugged her neck, and started. A wild journey.

"You must have missed me these past two days!"

"Why don't you ask me what I can do?"

Nicole didn't resist, because she knew that resisting wouldn't help, and would only lead to more rough treatment, and she would be covered in bruises if she wasn't careful.

"Do you really have any idea?"

Gale made a move.

"I know a friend of Detective Chuck's."

Nicole's eyes were empty: "We used to be good friends. Through her, we might be able to reconcile with Detective Chuck and both of us take a step back."

"What nonsense!"

When Gale heard this, he became angry and pinched Nicole's neck: "Why should I take a step back? Why should I take a step back?"

"Taking a step back is the best outcome."

Nicole struggled for a while and found that her neck was being strangled tightly. She reminded: "You may not know Detective Chuck, but I know him. When you face him, you will find that taking one step back is already the best result." ,Believe me!"

"Are you attracted to him?"

Gale's hand became harder and harder, and he said angrily: "Just like that bitch! You want to betray me to get a way out, or even benefits, right?"

"Who wouldn't be tempted by a man like him?"

Nicole's face was red and her neck was thick from being pinched, but she still did not give in, and she still said things that Gale didn't want to hear.

"Bitch! They are all bitches!"

Gale tightened his grip on Nicole again and stared at Nicole, hoping that she would give in, but she still had no intention of giving in. Finally, from her mocking eyes, he suddenly woke up and let go of his hand. He punched the bedside angrily to vent his anger.

Nicole's hand reached inside the mattress and took it back. There was an ice pick vaguely visible there.

Gale cursed and left.

Nicole stood up, walked to the full-length mirror, checked the scars on her neck, smiled suddenly at herself in the mirror, then took out her mobile phone and dialed a number: "Long time no see, G..."

Chuck drove Mia out of school.

In the car behind, Mrs. Wolowitz was carrying little Howard who was unwilling to follow her car, but was forced into it.

Mia sat in the passenger seat, holding the cross on her chest, looking out through the car window in trance.

"Can he really go to jail?"

For a long time, Mia turned her head and looked at Chuck who was driving.

"able."

Chuck was concise and to the point.

"Then before he goes to jail, can I follow you?"

Mia asked again.

"Can."

Chuck glanced at her: "But I don't recommend you do this."

"It's because it doesn't have a good impact, right?"

Mia felt a little sad: "Even if I want to divorce him now, I can't wait for that day. I'm too afraid of him."

"no."

Chuck shook his head: "It's your heart problem. Although it seems that your heart is stronger than your husband imagined, but if you follow me, your heart may not be able to bear it."

"You're talking about the thrills and excitement encountered during the investigation."

Mia suddenly felt that she understood.

"That's understandable."

Chuck said expressionlessly.

"I want to try."

Mia reached out to cover her chest and glanced at Chuck: "I think I can withstand such thrills."

Chuck said nothing more and continued driving.

"What happens next?"

After a moment of silence, Mia couldn't help but speak again. Before Chuck could speak, she added: "Even if he goes to jail, it won't be long. What will he do when he comes back to fight with me for school? At that time, you You can't always stay with me in school... Do you like living in an old castle?"

"My stomach is fine!"

Chuck said bluntly.

"Well, that's good."

Mia was stunned by this irrelevant answer, but her face was a little embarrassed, and she didn't know whether she should continue to ask.

"There once was a man named Adam."

Chuck saw her expression of embarrassment and said, "He has many, many female good friends, and those with whom he has close relationships all started with a manor, and most of them are owned by themselves."

"Then what?"

Mia was still confused.

"Then he unconsciously got into the habit of making up the manor for those who didn't have it."

Chuck said calmly: "And he is not a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"You mean..."

Mia was dumbfounded, not sure if she understood it correctly, but she was already greatly shocked: "You don't mean that if you promise me, live in the castle, and fall in love with me, you will give me all the intimacy." All the female friends will add an old castle, right?"

Chuck didn't answer.

"impossible!"

Mia was dumbfounded and denied herself first: "I have read your gossip news and know that you have close relationships with many outstanding women and that you have severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, but this castle in my home is worth more than 30 million U.S. dollars. Ah...I understand."

She now understands that this is a disguised rejection of her.

"No, you don't understand."

Chuck said: "I like castles, quiet, spacious, and picturesque, but your castle has become a school."

"All right……"

Mia looked confused and was too lazy to understand what Chuck said.

Chuck raised his decorative eyes and did not continue to explain.

He and Anna both like castles. He also has his own castle, and Anna is hiding there now.

Originally this was no problem.

But once he accepted Mia's invitation and the inevitability of scientific research after agreeing to the invitation, one of his close female friends was Mia, who owned a castle.

This formed a pattern for Chuck, who was severely obsessive-compulsive.

Now that all his funds are invested in the acquisition of valuable assets, it is inconvenient to spare hundreds of millions of funds to purchase ancient castles.

As for waiting?

After hard training and repeated treatment with the water of life, Chuck's self-control ability has become quite good.

But he didn't want to control his strong urge to buy immediately just for this reason.

Um.

It's nothing but money.

No need.

So his current choice is to either accept it and buy it immediately, or reject it without forming a pattern and let Anna keep this specialness.

As for asking Mia to give up her ancestral castle?

Mia would rather face extreme fear than give up, and Chuck didn't think he could let her give up because of his obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"What to do next?"

Mia murmured.

"Don't worry."

Chuck glanced at her: "As long as you catch him in, this period of time will be enough for you to take control of the school and no longer be afraid of him."

"How do I stop being afraid of him?"

Mia looked at Chuck longingly.

"You touch it and see."

Chuck motioned for Mia to touch her.

"..."

Mia blushed immediately and looked at Chuck in disbelief, but in Chuck's calm eyes, she lowered her head and looked at the cross on her chest.

"You'd better put the cross away."

Chuck's kind reminder.

Mia trembled, lowered her head and thought for a moment, then buried the cross on her chest, then stretched out her hands with a blushing face and trembling.

"Oh, God!"

"Neither God nor the devil can save you."

Chuck took out the big gun he always carried from his waist and said calmly: "But this G (gun) can do it, it makes all living beings equal!

During the time he is in jail, you can practice your marksmanship hard enough to even out the physical gap between you.

You don’t need God to save you, you can save yourself and no longer be afraid of Him.

How do you feel now? "

"Zhen Ying..."

Mia said subconsciously in a daze.

Chuck was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "It seems you have understood."

New Jersey.

Princeton.

Wolowitz's new home.

When Chuck and the others arrived one after another, Monica and the others had already been waiting at the door, and even little Leonard and little Sheldon had arrived.

"Welcome back."

Everyone looked at little Howard with joking eyes, making little Howard feel ashamed. Then they saw Mia coming down with Chuck, and their gossipy eyes immediately moved over.

Monica had habitually entered the passionate Monica mode. It was not until Mia told her story that she returned to some normality and sighed for Mia's experience.

"What a daily tip for fearing marriage."

Rachel complained: "I can't imagine how I could be so bold and dare to get married before!"

"Where is this?"

Chandler habitually laughed at himself: "As long as you know enough, I guarantee that your marriage-preventing skills will never reach the full level."

"So it's good not to get married."

Joey winked and gave Chuck a knowing smile: "Chuck, are you right?"

Everyone looked at Chuck, curious about his answer.

Chuck didn't answer, just looked at Little Sheldon.

"Are you asking for my opinion?"

Little Sheldon looked at him warily, but couldn't help but said: "You know what I think, marriage and relationships are meaningless except a waste of time. I look forward to one day transferring our consciousness to the computer. , to achieve eternal life..."

"cut!"

Chandler and others all shushed Little Sheldon out of boredom.

"You are like this now because your vision is too backward."

Little Sheldon was unconvinced and said: "In the future, you will find that what I said is correct! Then you will shout in admiration, Cooper is authoritative!"

"possible."

Chandler nodded seriously.

"It seems that you are more discerning. No wonder you are on TV and have your own show. Even my mother is asking me if I know you."

Little Sheldon looked at Chandler with satisfaction.

"Thank you mom for the approval."

Chandler smiled and said, "I said it's possible because people are getting more and more stupid these days. When one day your 'scientific theory' becomes popular and highly respected by countless people, then I will probably be able to do it too." I have achieved Chuck’s positioning of my life goals and become the leader!”

"Those who believe in my theory are smart people, not fools!"

Little Sheldon shouted dissatisfied.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see when the time comes."

Chandler waved his hand perfunctorily.

Little Sheldon pouted and thought for a while before saying, "Well, compared to me, those people are indeed fools, but compared to ordinary fools, they are already smarter people!"

Everyone spent the night together and then went home.

Mia followed Chuck to the mountainside villa.

And Dr. Wilson called: "Mia, how are you? Do you need help? No? Chuck has helped you find a husband? You are at his house now..."

Princeton Teaching Hospital.

Dr. Wilson was on the phone, and the more he talked, the more bitter his face became. Dr. House, who was lurking aside and secretly eavesdropping, couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud.

Dr. Wilson said a few more words, then hung up the phone and said to his good friend with an ugly face: "Why are you laughing!"

"A more dramatic response should be used at this time."

Dr. House pretended for a while before saying a classic sentence that many people like to say: "I told you so."

"What did you tell me already?"

Dr. Wilson's eyes flickered: "Mia went home with Chuck just because she was worried about her husband, so she would feel safer..."

"If you don't tell me such nonsense, you would believe it."

Dr. House laughed and said: "Even if it is true, the hidden meaning here is very clear. Otherwise, why didn't she come to you to seek a sense of security? You are a doctor, and you should be the most secure person!"

"What do you want to say?"

Dr. Wilson looked unhappy.

"Do you still understand what I said?"

Dr. House looked at his good friend: "You were tricked into having your beard amputated by that facial palsy. Do you know what you should do now?"

"do what?"

Dr. Wilson asked.

"Go give that guy a good beating and teach him a lesson to behave!"

Dr. House said fiercely, and when he saw his good friend, he looked like, 'Do I look like a fool? ’ expression, so he immediately put away his thoughts of continuing to watch the excitement and shrugged.

"It seems like you don't like hard food. Why isn't that weird? Okay, let's have soft food. Tonight, it's a bar! I'll take you to be cool!"

With that said, he walked to his good friend on crutches, reached out and took out his good friend's credit card: "Let you forget all this!"

"Forget it."

Dr. Wilson took back his credit card and complained: "I don't want my credit card record to have those payment amounts with special meanings, and then be looked at strangely."

"You're overthinking it. That's a look of envy and jealousy."

Dr. House limped out.

Dr. Wilson stood there for a while, then quickly followed, and their conversation could be heard in the distance.

"You really think Chuck is the kind of person..."