American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Dr. Wolfe, it's nice to see you again."

Teresa and the others were reminded and already came out to greet them.

"Notify the BAU!"

Chuck nodded to her and gave the order directly.

"Notify the BAU?"

The young detective Risby said in surprise: "We have a detective like you as a consultant, do we still need to apply for BAU's help?"

The tall female police detective Grace nodded with deep understanding.

She doesn't understand either.

"No need for their help."

Chuck said bluntly: "But they need to come over!"

"...Does it make any difference?"

Both Risby and Grace looked confused.

"I'm going to apply!"

Korean police detective Zhou answered the question knowingly and looked at his female boss.

Although Teresa didn't quite understand, she still chose to believe Zhou, the most stable person. Besides, she had already invited Detective Chuck, so she didn't need to invite another BAU.

As far as she knew, the BAU had received an overwhelming number of applications for assistance from police across the country, and it was unlikely that they would respond to their case.

"Mrs. Hurst."

Teresa looked at Chandel who was standing aside, and took a closer look at her in a cool evening dress. Her eyes were amazed and she sighed: "I am Chief Teresa Lisbon of CBI. Since you are here, can you Let’s talk alone?”

"Where's my husband?"

Chandel didn't answer, but asked instead.

"We still have something we need Mr. Hurst to help answer."

Teresa explained, looked at Chandel with complicated eyes, and moved her heart, motioning her to look at Chuck: "Because Mr. Hester, as the reporter and witness, there are many contradictions in the confession. One sentence convinced us, but we had no way to prove whether his statement was true or false, so we invited God to explore Chuck.

He can tell if a person is lying, and as soon as Mr. Hester passes Detective Chuck's questioning, we will end tonight's conversation immediately so that you can all return to the charity catwalk party.

Of course, even Detective Chuck needs as much information as possible, so it would be best if Mrs. Hearst could talk to us and help us understand Mr. Hearst better. "

"Can you tell if my husband is lying?"

Theresa was no longer in Chandel's eyes, but only Chuck.

"I can."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Only if he is not a senior antisocial personality! Do you have any questions in your mind that you would like me to ask for you?"

Chandel's mouth opened slightly, and she subconsciously glanced at Teresa and her group who were full of gossip.

"Risby, Grace, go look through the files and see if you can find more details."

Theresa immediately dismissed the two men knowingly. After the two men left reluctantly, she said to Chandel: "Mrs. Hester, please come in and talk with us."

Chandel glanced at Chuck and saw that he didn't refuse. She nodded slightly and followed Theresa in with an elegant gait.

Teresa took her into the confession room, asked Chandel to sit down, and closed the door after Chuck also came in.

"Mrs. Hurst, if you have anything to say or ask, just ask."

Teresa gave Chuck a wink.

"What is that BAU?"

Chandel asked.

"BAU is the abbreviation of the Behavioral Analysis Unit under the FBI. This department specializes in studying criminal psychology to stop and capture criminals, especially serial perverted murderers!"

Teresa explained: "The case that Mr. Hester discovered and reported to the police yesterday is highly similar to another case two weeks ago, so it has been combined into a serial murder case for processing, so it is very important for us to contact and invite the BAU to come over. normal."

"The BAU will come over and conduct criminal psychology profiling."

Chuck looked at her: "In these two serial perverted murder cases, the victims were girls close to 13 years old. They were strangled one after another. After death, they were put on clothes again, and even their hair was recombed and arranged. Lying peacefully on his side should be convenient for the criminal to take pictures from the best perspective, so the criminal should like photography and be a so-called 'person attracted to children'."

Chandel's pupils shrank.

Teresa had been paying attention to her reaction. Seeing this, she glanced at Chuck with admiration and motioned for him to continue.

"In the FBI database, there are similar modus operandi with a high degree of matching, but the criminals are either in jail or dead and far away from Orange County."

Chuck continued his analysis: "So it is basically certain that this is the first time a crime has been committed in this way, and this form of violent crime must have an exciting turning point, which makes the criminal give up his past life and choose this violent method to obtain excitement.

For example, after watching a color movie with a related theme, the original life is no longer enough to satisfy the sudden increase in perverted desires. For example, breaking up with a girlfriend or divorcing a wife. Losing the outlet for normal male and female life will aggravate the situation. "

When Chandel heard this, her face turned pale, her body trembled, and the white waves of her curves were extremely obvious.

"Mrs. Hurst, are you okay?"

Teresa looked at her with concern.

"I'm fine."

Chandel forced a smile and said, "Do you have any cigarettes? I want to smoke one."

As he spoke, the index and middle fingers of his right hand naturally made a cigarette-holding motion. It was obvious that he was a long-time smoker.

"no!"

Before Teresa could agree, Chuck refused directly.

Teresa glanced at Chuck and could only shrug helplessly at Chandel: "Shall I bring you a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you very much."

Chandel forced a smile and couldn't help but give Chuck a strange look.

If it were any man, when she wanted to smoke, he would be very active in handing her a cigarette, then squat down and light a cigarette for her attentively, or even kneel down to light a cigarette.

There has never been a man who rejected her so simply like Chuck.

Although she had not read the classic female novels or the changed Mary Sue movies and TV series, she did feel a strange feeling in her heart.

If this strange feeling could be expressed in words, it would be: "Man, you successfully attracted my attention!"

"Mrs. Hurst, your coffee!"

There was brewed coffee outside the police station for police officers working overtime to drink at any time, so Teresa came back soon.

"Thanks."

Chandel took the coffee, took a sip, and frowned.

"That's it for the coffee at the police station. You'll just give in and let's continue?"

Teresa smiled and looked at Chuck.

"Both girls are close to 13 years old, not just a few years old."

Chuck continued: "The special environment here in California causes girls here to mature much earlier than girls in other places.

And the first deceased was a single-parent family, living in a motel with his mother, who was engaged in the oldest labor-intensive industry.

The family of the second deceased was poor, so the two deceased should have been mature far beyond their years. Life forced them to be like this, so they would not be like little girls of a few years old who were beaten by a lollipop or a balloon. He was attracted and followed the criminal away.

They left quietly, without making any noise or attracting anyone's attention. It must be that they trusted the criminal and were willing to actively cooperate in leaving home and going to a remote crime scene. And what kind of person would they trust and be willing to follow to leave like this? "

Chandel's face became paler.

She knew the thoughts of the two murdered girls very well, and no one knew better than her what kind of person they would trust and be willing to follow.

Outside the confession room.

One-way glass front.

Three CBI subordinates stood in front of the glass and watched the interrogation inside. The young detective Risby complained: "This is simply reporting your identity directly. What kind of BAU do you want to invite?"

"Dr. Wolfe said that he needs them here, not their help!"

Korean police detective Zhou said expressionlessly. Seeing that Risby still didn't understand, he could only shake his head and remind: "Why did Dr. Wolf fly over from New Jersey?"

"Canada wildfires!"

The young detective Risby said matter-of-factly.

"I see!"

Grace, a tall female police detective, suddenly said: "The Canadian wildfires have polluted the air on the entire east coast, and Quantico, where the BAU is located, is also within the scope of the pollution. The BAU team has its own work and is not as free as Chuck, so You must be invited to leave..."

Speaking of this, she said excitedly: "Chuck is such a good friend!"

"is that so?"

The young sex detective Risby opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhou in disbelief, wondering if Grace was too self-absorbed. Then he saw Zhou, who had always been steady, nodding to accept this statement. Then he chose to accept it and sighed: "This is indeed true. Very good friends!”

If he were the detective Chuck, when he encountered a case like this, involving such a beautiful woman, he would have only been pretending to be cool. How could he have thought of his friend who was thousands of miles away, and would have immediately thought of using this method to get him? Friends, can we just stay away from pollution?

"We will also be his good friends!"

Grace said affirmatively.

"I am glad to."

Zhou Ye, who has always been quiet and talkative, echoed.

"Me too."

The young detective Risby also touched his head and smiled stupidly.

In the confession room.

Chuck's series of criminal psychological profiles, which were almost like applying for ID cards, made Chandel confused and didn't know what to say.

"Mrs. Hester, about two weeks ago, on the day the first case occurred, Mr. Hester's car was found parked in an inappropriate place by the traffic police and was impounded."

Teresa took over the topic, looked at Chandel and said softly: "Do you know why he stopped there?"

"My sister's house is nearby."

Chandel's expression became more complicated: "We have dinner together every once in a while, and we went together that day."

"Did you go back home together?"

Teresa asked.

"No."

Chandel shook her head: "I stayed at my sister's house, and he left alone."

"Do you always do this?"

Teresa narrowed her eyes: "After the dinner, you chose to stay at your sister's house and let your husband go home alone?"

"No...just that one time."

Chandel shook her head.

"Why?"

Teresa was shocked: "Is there anything special about that day?"

Seeing that Chandel shook her head and refused to say more, she pressed: "Did something happen that caused problems in your relationship? From that day on, you and your wife started sleeping in separate rooms?"

Chandel suddenly raised her head and looked at Theresa.

"That's right!"

Teresa nodded: "We know you have relationship problems, and you have already slept in separate rooms. Mr. Hester sleeps in the master bedroom, and you sleep in the guest room along the 60-foot-long corridor.

Speaking of which, by the way, please answer a question of mine.

When we reviewed the details with Mr. Hurst just now, he said that when he found the second victim, he ran home directly to call the police, and then took a shower before waiting for the police to visit.

You were also at home at the time. Do you know whether he called the police first or took a shower first? "

"I have no idea."

Chandel shook her head solemnly.

"Does he usually close his bedroom door during the day?"

Teresa seemed to believe it or not: "It was you who took the initiative to sleep in a separate room, not him. I don't think he would take the initiative to close the bedroom door and increase the distance between you in disguise, so it must be okay.

And if it's not turned off, you should be able to vaguely hear the sound of showering and the phone? "

At this point, seeing Chandel's hesitant expression, she directly placed the victim's photo in front of Chandel's eyes: "Mrs. Hester, please take a good look. These are two girls under the age of 13. Such a tragic death, so I hope you won’t hide anything if you have any clues.”

"Listen to her."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Once this kind of serial violence begins, you can never go back. You have a sister. Don't you have young nieces and nephews in your sister's family?"

"No!"

When Chandel heard Chuck talking about her niece, she couldn't hold it back anymore and yelled out in shock and anger. Faced with Teresa's surprised gaze, she burst into tears. She turned her head away and wiped her tears silently.

"Mrs. Hurst."

Teresa stepped forward, handed the tissue, and advised in a gentle voice: "Criminal psychological profiling is criminal psychological profiling, and the truth is the truth. The two cannot be equated. It is very possible that people with completely consistent criminal psychology are just because of a series of coincidences. , which exactly matches the profiled criminal.

Don't worry, with Detective Chuck here, he has the ability not to wrong any good person.

You have also heard that once this kind of serial perverted murderer starts, it will not end easily. If we don't arrest him as soon as possible, other young girls will be killed at any time.

So tell us about it.

I think you also have a lot of doubts in your mind. This feeling is terrible, isn't it?

Just say it. With Detective Chuck here, we have the ability to help you! "

Chandel took the tissue and wiped away her tears, then raised her eyes to look at Chuck: "Can you really tell if a person is lying?"

"You have doubts about your husband."

Chuck looked at her: "You slept in separate rooms after you went to your sister's house, and you stayed at your sister's house uncharacteristically that day. Obviously something happened at your sister's house that day that made you suspicious and unacceptable.

You are still willing to stay at your sister's house after this happened. Obviously this unacceptable thing has nothing to do with your sister.

We introduced the case and profiled the criminal's characteristics before, and your reaction was obvious.

Then the result is already obvious.

You have a niece.

how old is she?

13 years old?

How close were you and your husband at the beginning?

Your husband denies that he had anything to do with your niece, but you don't believe him, so you want me to tell if he's lying. "

"Holy shit!"

Before Chandel said anything, the three CBI people who were watching all this through the one-way transparent glass outside the confession room uttered obscenities. They were even more stunned when they saw Chandel's equally shocked look but no refutation.

Is this okay?

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