American TV series Detective's Daily Life

Young Howard's lawyer cousin was very professionally sensitive: "Did something happen to him?"

Chuck looked at him expressionlessly without saying anything, which made him too embarrassed to say anything.

The guardians of the three primary schools all signed.

Chuck took the contract and left.

New York.

Pearson \u0026 Hardman LLP.

"You came!"

When Harvey, a man in suits, saw Chuck coming up, he immediately came over and motioned Chuck to look at the disheveled woman sitting in the transparent office: "Look carefully, the woman inside is called Laura White, she is an LMT..."

After saying this, he paused, looked at Chuck, and said playfully: "Do you know what it is?"

"Yes, registered masseur."

Chuck nodded.

"You really know."

Harvey, a man in a suit, looked surprised: "How could you know?"

"Is this a problem?"

Chuck looked at him.

"..."

Harvey, a man in a suit, was speechless by Chuck's such a matter-of-fact look, and could only complain: "Well, you are a detective, you know all common sense, not knowing LMT is the problem... I am curious if you have ever called LMT?”

"No."

Chuck shook his head: "I have a friend who is a masseuse."

Phoebe is the masseuse, but she is a wild child. Chuck knew about LMT from Monica's mouth.

Monica was someone who had seen Chuck exercising on his own, so naturally she felt very distressed, so she immediately thought of massage.

She is Phoebe's best friend. She has seen Phoebe's massages and learned a few tricks. She thinks she is gifted and a massage genius.

No one was worthy of her to serve like this before, so her reputation was not known.

Now that he had this idea, he naturally offered to give Chuck a massage immediately. Chuck ignored Phoebe's expressions that kept hinting not to agree, and nodded in agreement. After giving it a try, facing Monica's expectant eyes, Chuck said straightforwardly: "The strength is enough, but the skills are not enough."

Monica was a little unconvinced at first, but after Chuck personally covered it up, she realized what a real massage master meant.

It was like pressing the soul out.

At that time, Phoebe was very jealous and wanted to learn from her, but Chuck refused.

Monica knows Chuck's habits and comforts Phoebe, saying that she will teach Phoebe after she has learned it.

After that, Monica's massage skills improved by leaps and bounds. After Phoebe tried it, she exclaimed: "This hand is even more LMT than LMT!"

After Monica inquired, she learned that there is also the title of registered masseur.

Phoebe pesters Monica to learn massage skills, hoping to slap the LMT she met in the face.

As Yeluzi's part-time masseur, Phoebe used to be envious and jealous of LMT, just as she hated those who served big companies.

Um.

She has always been scolding, but if there is a chance, she will choose to join as soon as possible.

But when Monica introduced Phoebe to the Chuck massage method, Phoebe was dumbfounded.

Because the first step is to learn the structure of the human body.

It's not the 777 human acupoint map created by Monica, which is easy to understand and easy to use, but the human body structure map from a regular medical school.

Not only do you need to memorize the complicated graphics, but you also need to understand and master the various changes. In order to better massage the individual, you also need to take pictures of the individual and remember the individual's physical characteristics.

Phoebe, the scumbag, gave it up immediately after trying it for a little while.

If Monica hadn't devoted herself to giving Chuck a massage to relieve the pain in her body, plus she already had a talent for human body structure, and had Chuck's personal guidance, otherwise she wouldn't have had the perseverance to learn it.

"So, is this LMT serious or not?"

Harvey, the suit guy, asked the key.

"Look at people!"

Chuck said: "I know a lame man who was forced by his female boss to call LMT for physical therapy. He wanted to be unscrupulous, but was rejected."

"So I can understand that you tend to think that most LMTs are serious?"

Harvey the suit guy asked.

"It's better to look at people."

Chuck said bluntly: "This lame guy is middle-aged, sloppy, and has a sharp tongue. It's normal for a beautiful masseur to be unwilling."

"I understand this."

Harvey, the man in the suit, showed a knowing and confident smile.

If it were him who was being massaged, many LMTs would definitely not be serious.

Chuck glanced at him and said nothing.

With Harvey's condition of suiting up, I don't know what kind of LMT he will meet, but if he meets Phoebe, the masseuse, he might get a nasty hand.

After all, Phoebe has had the experience of being groped, and she has also had the experience of voluntarily extending grievous hands.

"Now I need your help to identify whether the LMT inside is serious or not."

Only then did Harvey, the smart suit guy, reveal the reason why he took the initiative to call Chuck to come over this time.

"good!"

Chuck didn't take no for an answer.

He charges a fee.

The two entered the office. Harvey's secretary, Donna, who was dressed in a suit, was talking to the woman. When she saw them coming in, she quickly stood up and gave way.

"Ms. White, this should be familiar to you, right?"

Harvey, the man in the suit, motioned for the woman to look at Chuck.

"certainly."

Laura stood up: "Who doesn't know the name of Detective Chuck? To be honest, the reason why I came to you right away was not because Pearson \u0026 Hardman is one of the largest law firms in New York, but because I know that you have a good relationship with Detective Chuck, so I can invite him."

"All right."

Harvey, a man in a suit, shrugged and said to Chuck, "It seems that the reward is no longer enough to pay for inviting you this time."

"you're right."

Chuck said bluntly.

"..."

Harvey, the man in the suit, twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressed his smile, and said to Laura White: "Since you originally wanted Detective Chuck to intervene, and now he is here, if you don't mind, let's start all over again?"

"no problem."

Laura glanced at Chuck and nodded in agreement.

"let us start."

Harvey, the man in the suit, asked Chuck. After Chuck nodded, he asked Laura: "Can you tell me where the sex happened?"

"In his hotel."

Laura answered seriously.

"Are you going to visit him?"

asked Harvey the Suitman.

"Yes."

Laura said: "But to be more precise, the hotel sent me there. I am an LMT."

"Registered masseur."

Harvey the suit guy nodded.

"right."

Laura nodded and continued: "I went to give him a massage. It sounds ridiculous, but I really like him. After all, he has done so much for women in Africa... But now that he has done these things, it is really Subvert my understanding of him."

"So you're going to sue him!"

Harvey the suit guy answered.

"right!"

Laura struggled: "I know that he won the Nobel Peace Prize for his actions to fight for the rights of African women and is an American hero, but everything he has done completely deviates from the image he has been promoting, which makes me very suspicious. Is he really an American hero?"

"he is!"

Chuck said bluntly.

"What?"

Laura was stunned.

“American heroes have always been promoted, but that doesn’t mean they are real heroes.”

Chuck said calmly.

"I can understand."

Laura agreed with her face: "I never had this understanding before, until I encountered this incident."

"Back to business."

Suit-wearing Harvey interrupts the two of them telling the truth about the American hero.

"Anyway, after I left the hotel, I went to the police station to report the incident."

Laura smiled helplessly: “But after they heard me say his name, they all looked at me like I was crazy. At that moment, I knew that no one would believe me.

After all, he is a high-ranking American hero and an international benefactor!

but me?

LMT!

When people hear that I am a masseuse, they immediately think of me as a woman who will do anything for money! "

After saying this, she looked at Harvey, the man in the suit: "If you hadn't known Detective Chuck, you would have been so suspicious that you wouldn't dare to take on this case, wouldn't you?"

"You can't blame me. The $650 you charge per hour is worth as much as a senior lawyer in our law firm."

Harvey, the suit man, shrugged: "Obviously, this price will make people suspicious. To be honest, it is easy to think of those movies."

Um.

Masseur series.

"Just because you went to law school, $650 an hour is the right thing to do."

Laura said calmly: "Instead of our masseuse, they charge 650 US dollars an hour just for their beauty and special services. Now you can understand why I want to find Detective Chuck?"

Except for him, no one believes in me! "

"I trust you."

Chuck answered bluntly: "We Americans never make those TV series, we Americans always do it directly!"

"..."

Seeing Chuck's connotation, Harvey, a man in a suit, smiled helplessly and looked at Laura: "Only if you are telling the truth."

"At least until now, I've been very honest, haven't I?"

Laura looked at Chuck.

"right."

Chuck looked her in the eyes and nodded in approval.

"Which hotel did this happen in?"

asked Harvey the Suitman.

"The Cape Hotel."

Laura replied.

"room number."

Harvey, the man in the suit, continued to ask.

"906."

Laura said: "But he seemed to have booked two rooms, and he used a pseudonym, Mr. Hubble, but I recognized who he was at a glance."

"When it happened."

asked Harvey the Suitman.

"I went to his room at one o'clock. The massage time is one hour. The time is on my bill."

Laura said, pointing to her disheveled shoulders: “He did this, I think it will help.”

"You should know that we are lawyers, not police."

Suit-wearing Harvey reminded: "We can only sue."

"I know, but if you want to win the case, you need evidence, don't you?"

Laura said calmly: “I believe his fingerprint information can be extracted from the clothes.”

"You're really calm."

Harvey, the man in the suit, looked at her deeply.

Whether she came to the door with a clear goal or explained the process of her being raped, she was too calm. She even kept the evidence very calmly to remind others. This easily made people suspect that she was a fairy.

I don’t blame the police and prosecutors for not answering them at all.

Because this kind of extortion of celebrities after the fact is so common in the United States, most of them are dealt with directly and coldly, without ever reaching the stage of prosecution.

What's more, the defendant this time is an American hero. It's normal that no one wants to wade into troubled waters.

Even Harvey himself has to be very careful.

Because if the accusation is later proven to be false, not only will his reputation be damaged, but their law firm will also lose at least half of its major clients.

This is just economic accounting.

There are more political accounts, even life and death accounts, that have not been settled.

At this moment, the sound of high heels hitting the floor quickly was heard, the office door was pushed open, and an African-American woman walked in.

"Jessica!"

Harvey the Suit Guy said hello.

"Jessica Pearson."

The woman reached out to Chuck and said, "Nice to meet you, Dr. Wolfe."

Chuck nodded.

"Harvey, how are you?"

Jessica glanced at Laura and asked Harvey, the suit man.

"She has been telling the truth to this day."

Harvey, the suit guy, said, "It passed the Chuck test."

"Ms. White, with all due respect, your case is very complex."

Jessica glanced at Chuck: "Even if we all believe in Detective Chuck's vision, before we choose to take on this case, we need to know more, no, everything! Can you do it?"

"I have nothing to hide."

Laura smiled and said: "With Detective Chuck here, you can just ask. After you finish asking, I believe you will get everything you want to know, but you will believe me when the time comes, and then you will choose whether to sue me." Bar."

"good."

Jessica nodded and sat down, glanced at the key points recorded by Donna, and then took over the question: "Miss White, can you describe in detail the process of massaging the penis?"

"OK."

Laura agreed and started talking: "...he specifically asked me to take care of his adductor muscles."

"Where?"

Jessica asked.

"Inner thigh."

Laura explained and pointed out the location.

"This part cannot be touched during the massage?"

Jessica asked.

“This usually means the advisor wants to engage in inappropriate contact.”

Laura said.

"usually?"

Jessica asked: "That means it's not absolutely true, maybe you misunderstood what he meant?"

"Please hear me out, I said I don't do this service."

Laura looked at Jessica: “But I can massage the hamstrings and quadriceps, which made him very angry.

I said I could find someone else to serve me, and then I walked to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I looked up, I saw him coming in and standing behind me. He directly took off the bath towel...

He said that I paid so much money just for the special service. I said no, Mr. Kent, what you paid was the service fee for the massage.

Then he said can you massage my hamstring?

I followed in.

He couldn't figure out a game controller, asked me how to use it, and when I walked over, he just pushed me down...I couldn't resist.

Just then, a phone call came, and I guessed it was his wife, because he jumped up and answered the phone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I picked up my massage table, ran out of the room, and immediately went to the police station to call the police, but they didn't believe me at all.

Now, you can ask Detective Chuck if I am telling the truth! "

Everyone looked at Chuck.

Chuck looked into her eyes and nodded, "What she said is true."

Jessica frowned and closed her eyes directly.

Harvey, a man in a suit, looked at the boss who had been kind to him and shook his head slightly.

He knew the mixed emotions she was feeling at the moment.

Because Joe Kent is not only a Nobel Peace Prize winner, an American hero, but also the most popular slut.

And Jessica, of course, is also a die-hard fan of Disai Dang!