American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"what is her name?"

Teresa suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart, looked at Chandel who was distracted by Chuck's analysis, and asked softly.

"Camille."

Chandel glanced at Theresa and finally said her niece's name.

"In the end what happened?"

Teresa felt she had grasped the crux of the case.

"We go to my sister's house from time to time."

Chandel was silent for a moment and then began to express the doubts that were weighing in her heart: "The children in my sister's family are all very pure. Camille is very close to us, and we all like her very much.

The whole family is enjoying themselves.

That's what family is supposed to be like.

Henry got drunk and started talking nonsense, which embarrassed me.

You know, I never lack for people to love me. "

Teresa looked at Chandel's elegant and exquisite curves and was deeply impressed.

"I don't want to talk about it, especially at my sister's house."

Chandel continued: "So I scolded him and told him to stop talking. This was not the first time. As he grew older, he became less and less confident and always felt that someone would replace him.

After dinner, my sister and I were chatting.

Suddenly for a moment, I don't know why I got up, maybe it was female intuition.

I walked over to look for him, but he was not in our guest room.

I followed the feeling and walked to Camille's room.

There he was, putting a necklace on Camille.

He was talking and she was listening.

I didn't hear what he was saying clearly, but the way he talked to her was the same as talking to a woman.

I still remember the smile on her face and the look in her eyes.

No one understands the meaning of this smile and eyes better than me. "

Speaking of this, she emphasized with sharp eyes: "He has no right to make her laugh like that!"

"How old were you when you met?"

Chuck asked expressionlessly.

"We had just arrived from Europe and I was 11 years old."

Chandel looked at Chuck's face and murmured in a daze: "Henry became my father's lawyer here. They often went to sea together, and he often came to my house.

Dad has many friends, and our house is often full of friends and very lively.

His friends have yachts and mansions!

This is also the thing that my father is most proud of. He has Henry, a rich and good friend, who is willing to make friends with him and introduce him to the upper class.

Our families are very close. "

"Just like you and your sister's family."

Chuck said bluntly.

"That's right."

Chandel did not deny it.

"Your dad?"

Teresa asked.

"He died when I was 14."

Chandel's eyes were sad.

"Then he became your dad."

Chuck said expressionlessly.

“He paid for me to go to college.”

Chandel's tone was bad: "Compared to many female college students looking for sugar daddies to make money to pay for tuition, Henry and I are true love.

I have never been interested in boys my own age.

They are all too childish for me.

I can't wait for spring break to come.

We were on Henry's yacht, in restaurants, in cars, on the beach, everywhere we walked. "

"..."

In the confession room, with Chandel, a well-established beauty, talking openly about the past passions between her and her husband, Chuck didn't care.

But as a woman, Teresa couldn't hold on anymore, and it was difficult to interrupt her confession about the case, so she could only retreat, lowering her head, trying to prevent anyone from seeing her red face clearly. Ears, reduce your sense of presence.

This is so embarrassing!

Not only her, but in front of the one-way glass outside the confession room, the tall policewoman Grace's face became uncomfortable, especially when Risby, the young detective who had an affair with each other, couldn't help but look at each other, she felt bad. .

She was born in a conservative religious family and believed in chastity before marriage. She secretly cursed Chandel in her heart for being so shameless.

"He had a different attitude towards me, very gentle."

Once Chandel opened her mouth, she didn't hold back at all, as if she had returned to those passionate and beautiful days.

"Does Mr. Hester like photography?"

Teresa couldn't help but ask.

"yes."

Chandel recalled Chuck's previous analysis, and the smile on her face as she recalled the passion and happiness in the past disappeared, and she admitted with a dull face: "Henry likes photography very much. He used to always shoot me, and he had a special darkroom at home."

"Mrs. Hurst, can we get your permission to search your house?"

Teresa tried.

A search of the house required a warrant and probable cause, and for Henry Hester, a well-connected local socialite and a barrister, no one knew how many judges he knew.

Therefore, it is very rare to get a search warrant from a judge. Even if there is a reasonable reason, a judge who is familiar with him can directly deny the search warrant application on the basis of legitimate reasons for protecting human rights.

The house is the joint property of the Hearsts. Once they get Mrs. Hearst's permission, they can bypass the search warrant and search the Hearst mansion.

As long as some evidence is found, more authorizations can be obtained to thoroughly investigate Henry Hearst.

"Why was the house searched?"

Chandel looked at Chuck: "Can't you tell whether a person is lying with his eyes? I've told you everything I know, now it's up to you."

"Mrs. Hurst, Chuck's microexpression observation can only be used as a reference and cannot be used as evidence in court. We need solid evidence."

Teresa explained.

"He gives me an answer, and I give you permission!"

Chandel insisted, still looking at Chuck.

"good!"

Chuck stood up directly and walked out of the confession room.

Teresa quickly followed.

Chandel also stood up, wanting to look into her husband's eyes with her own eyes and see how he answered this question when asked by Detective Chuck.

"Dr. Wolfe, I have submitted an application to the BAU and have spoken with Agent Jeanre. She replied that she would summon team members to come over immediately."

Korean police detective Zhou said quickly to Chuck who was looking over.

BAU's JJ's full name is Jennifer Jeange, with two J's. This surname is a bit difficult to pronounce, but it's also interesting. JJ's appearance is sweet, and it does make people feel warm after seeing her.

Chuck nodded at him.

In the special office vacated by the police station for the CBI, after Teresa and her group welcomed Chuck, they handed over the suspect Henry Hurst to the African-American police chief and Detective Owens for continued interrogation.

Seeing everyone coming, especially his charming wife, the tired Henry Hester immediately stood up and looked at his wife.

"Henry Hester, were you responsible for the first case of a girl being strangled to death two weeks ago?"

Chuck looked him in the eyes and asked directly.

"of course not!"

Henry Hester said angrily.

"Did you do the second case of a girl being strangled to death yesterday?"

Chuck continued to ask.

"no!"

Henry Hearst looked Chuck directly in the eye.

"Are you related to the two cases of young girls being strangled to death?"

Chuck asked still expressionlessly.

"what is this?"

Henry Hester looked away and looked dissatisfied at everyone, especially his wife and his old friend, the African-American police chief.

"Answer his question, Henry!"

His wife Chandel reminded her word for word.

"good!"

Henry Hester and his wife looked at each other for a few seconds, then looked away and looked at Chuck again: "The answer is no!"

"Have you been involved in any murders?"

Chuck continued to ask without changing his expression.

"No!"

Henry Hearst remains an answer.

"Are you having an affair with your wife's niece Camille?"

Chuck asked Chandel's biggest concern.

As soon as this question came up, Chandel stared at her husband.

"Is this what you came in for?"

Henry Hester looked at his wife with a hurt face: "Would you rather trust other men than your husband?"

"We have argued about this issue too many times. You always say that I am too sensitive and jealous, but I believe in my eyes and my feelings!"

Chandel stared into her husband's eyes: "This problem has not been solved, we have no future at all, so it must be solved.

I trust professionals.

Can couples' marriage counselors be as reliable as the conclusions given by Detective Chuck?

So look into his eyes and answer his questions! "

"I hope that after this time, you can really let go!"

Henry Hester smiled bitterly at his wife, then calmed his expression and looked at Chuck: "No! The scene Chandel saw was just her overthinking. Camille and I have no ambiguity."

"How about it?"

Chandel looked at Chuck nervously, waiting for Chuck's verdict.

"He showed no sign of lying."

Chuck gave his own verdict.

"You heard me!"

Henry Hester looked at his wife with a complicated expression: "Are you satisfied now?"

"My problems are not over yet."

Chuck interrupted Henry Hearst's attack and Chantel's trance: "Please answer my question with yes or no. Have you had an affair with your wife's niece Camille?"

As soon as these words came out, Chandel was shocked, suddenly reacted, and shouted to her husband who was silent again: "Yes, don't add modifiers, are you having an affair with Camille? Yes or no?"

What she saw that time might have been her illusion and she was too sensitive, but that didn't mean that there wasn't this ambiguity at other times.

"No."

Henry Hester shook his head.

Before Chandel could ask again, Chuck repeated the question: "Have you been involved in any murders?"

"No! No! No! How many times do I have to say it to dispel your suspicions?"

Henry Hearst said angrily: "Men are now easily frightened into silence by old women who want to seize the tail of their youth, and they still expect us to obey them!

yes! I do like a younger body!

But ask yourself, who doesn’t like it?

Why do you think I'm a pervert? "

"So I am already an old woman in your eyes?"

Chandel looked at her husband with angry eyes.

"No, no, no."

Henry Hester quickly shook his head: "I'm talking about a phenomenon. Of course you are not included. You are thirty years younger than me. How can you be an old woman? You should know how much I love you. !”

"Is what he said true?"

Chandel didn't look at her husband, but at Chuck.

"There was no sign of lying."

Chuck said calmly.

"Did you hear that?"

Henry Hester looked at his wife lovingly.

Chandel immediately hesitated.

"wrong!"

Detective Owens, who had the same face as the Punisher in the movie version, couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out and said: "The so-called detective can't see any signs of lying. It doesn't mean that he is telling the truth. It may also mean that the detective is not a genius!"

"Dr. Wolf said that there is no sign of lying. There are two possibilities. One is that Mr. Hester is indeed telling the truth."

Korean police detective Zhou spoke: "There is another possibility, that is, he is a senior antisocial personality. Even if he lies, he will not have any micro-expression reactions that normal people should have, and naturally there will be no signs of lying. .”

"yes!"

The tall policewoman Grace suddenly said: "Chuck has always said that there is no sign of lying, not that what he said is all the truth!"

"Haha, now I have changed from a 'person attracted to children' to a senior sociopath again?"

Henry Hester sneered.

"Chuck, what do we do now?"

Teresa asked.

"Go search the house and see if there are any clues."

The watch on Chuck's wrist vibrated subtly. He raised his decorative glasses, took out his mobile phone to check, and said: "The BAU will be here early tomorrow morning, and then we will investigate the case together. "

"Who gave you permission to search my house?"

Henry Hester said angrily.

"Mrs. Hurst agreed."

Although Teresa really wanted to continue investigating the case with Chuck, she saw that Chuck seemed to have something to do. Besides, compared with pure logical reasoning, the search could promote the progress of the case in this stuck moment, so she agreed. Chuck wanted to take a break for now.

"Chandel?"

Henry Hester looked at his wife: "You still don't believe me at this time? Do you still want these police to search our home?"

"A search is necessary!"

Chuck put away his phone and glanced at Chandel, who was hesitating: "Mrs. Hester, you don't want to leave any doubts, do you?"

Few wives can resist this Japanese persuasion.

Chandel finally agreed.

After Chuck finished explaining, he chose to leave.

I just got the news that my sister Hailey has driven to Los Angeles.

Opposite the police station.

At the charity catwalk, after Marissa and Shama appeared, they changed their clothes and came to find Hailey. The three women and one man got into two cars.

Marissa was sitting in her boyfriend Luke's car.

Hailey drives Shama in a sports car.

Under Luke's guidance, we headed straight to the gathering place for night games in Los Angeles.

"It's so lively!"

As soon as I arrived, I saw countless cars parked here. Men and women dressed in cool clothes were leaning against the cars in twos and threes, making a lot of noise.

As soon as Haili's car drove in, it attracted the attention of many interested people. When Haili and the others got out of the car, several African Americans immediately started whispering to each other, with excited eyes.

A bald man in a white T-shirt was chatting with a white young man with curly hair standing in front of a green sports car. Hearing the noise, he looked over and couldn't help but laugh: "There's a newcomer again. It's really lively tonight. You guys." do you know it?"

"No."

The white curly-haired young man frowned slightly as he looked at the three girls and one boy who looked like high school students.

This is not a place suitable for high school students to have fun.

Especially white people.

But before he could secretly pay attention to the four boys and girls, the sounds of sports car engines were approaching quickly, attracting everyone's attention, including his.

I saw five sports cars approaching in a herringbone pattern.