American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"What is he doing?"

One of the police officers approached the bald and bearded captain and pointed at Detective Amon, who was standing in front of the corpse with his head tilted and his hands spread out, as if he was using his hands to create a camera hole.

"...investigate the case."

The bald and bearded captain pursed his lips and replied expressionlessly.

The police officer who was curious about the gossip noticed that the captain was not in a good mood, so he wisely stepped aside and became transparent.

"Amon, do you see anything?"

The bald and bearded captain saw the familiar classic moves of Detective Amon. If it weren't for the gossip of his subordinates just now, he might still miss it, but now he no longer misses it, it's all complaints.

came back!

After so many years of relationships back then, all the complicated feelings about why he chose to leave came back.

Love and hate it at the same time.

What I love is the friendship between old friends and the joy of successfully solving a case every time.

What I hate is that this process is extremely torturous because of my old friend’s troublesome nature.

"Yes."

Detective Amon, who was assuming his classic crime-solving pose, glanced back at the bald and bearded captain, then stepped forward and carefully reached out to touch a moved goblet, trying to place the goblet in line with the one opposite. symmetry.

"Don't move! These are all evidence!"

The bald and bearded captain rolled his eyes and immediately stepped forward to stop his old friend, who was not surprised at all and pursued perfect symmetry due to obsessive-compulsive disorder: "Chuck, what do you think?"

"There is another lucky person in this birthday party."

Chuck pointed to an empty seat.

"You mean there's still one person who hasn't arrived yet?"

The bald and bearded captain suddenly understood.

"The question is whether this luck was intentional or accidental."

Chuck reminded him expressionlessly.

"The deceased looks to be Colombian, do you think that is possible?"

The bald and bearded captain looked at Chuck questioningly.

Although he didn't say it out loud, he understood it.

"how dare you!"

Before Chuck could answer, an angry voice came from the side. The bald and bearded captain looked over and saw an unusually ferocious and fiery woman. She threw away the hand of an old white man and rushed over and shouted: "Are you here?" Is it discriminating against us Colombians?”

When she said this, she adjusted her accent and imitated exaggeratedly: "Colombians are all drug lords, so if they die because of a gang fight, they deserve to die, right?"

"Gloria!"

The old white man whose hand was thrown away also came over and looked at the woman helplessly. Seeing that the bald and bearded captain looked bad, he quickly smiled and said: "Officer, my wife doesn't mean any harm... Hi, Chuck, it's nice to see you. you!"

"Jay!"

Chuck nodded to the old man.

The visitors were none other than Jie, a modern family from Ping'an Town, an old man with a young wife, and Gloria, one of the three great injustices in Ping'an Town.

"Hi, Chuck, hi, Monica."

Gloria, who was so angry that she suppressed her anger and said hello to Chuck and Monica, then glared at the bald and bearded captain and asked Chuck to help her judge: "It's a good time for you to be here, Chuck. Tell me, is he discriminating against us Colombians?"

"yes."

Chuck nodded.

"Chuck!"

The bald and bearded captain became anxious: "I don't discriminate!"

As a police officer, no matter whether he discriminates in private or not, he must not be accused of discrimination in public. Otherwise, he will be in big trouble, affect his career, and may even lose his job.

"You heard me!"

When Gloria heard this, she immediately made joyful gestures with her hands to show the bald and bearded captain to Chuck, indicating that he had heard what Chuck said.

"Just because you saw a rich Colombian man being shot to death with an automatic pistol in broad daylight at a high-end restaurant in downtown Los Angeles, and he spared his daughter, it is very consistent with the characteristics of a Colombian drug lord who warns to kill, that this Colombian man is rich. People are drug lords too.”

Chuck said bluntly: "We must be careful not to have a large number of cases affect the image of Colombians!"

"..."

Gloria, who was happy that Chuck spoke for her, suddenly twitched her mouth and was speechless when she heard the numerous examples.

"Gloria, we are here for vacation, remember?"

The old man's husband Jie quickly reminded him, fearing that his beloved wife would not be able to tolerate Chuck's straightforwardness and would get into a fight with Chuck.

"call!"

Gloria took a few heavy breaths and did not choke with Chuck, but tried to explain calmly: "I know that the Colombian drug lord is famous, and this appearance is indeed misleading, but I can tell you for sure, Manu El and Natalie are both true Colombian elites and representatives of the truth, goodness and beauty of our Colombia!”

"Ma'am, do you know the deceased?"

The bald and bearded captain looked at her sharply.

"We don't know each other."

The old man's husband, Jie, sensed something was wrong, and quickly pulled his wife over, emphasizing: "We only came here for vacation because of the air pollution on the east coast. We were tired of being with a big family, so we came here specially to spend the second time." We don’t know them in the human world!

Just because my wife is also Colombian, we are from the same place and are relatively friendly. We only exchanged a few words and we didn’t know anything! "

"I know they are definitely not Colombian drug lords!"

Gloria disagreed and said loudly: "Manuel is a graduate student from the University of California, Berkeley. He is a real Colombian elite. He has reached this point by relying on his own wisdom and hard work. He can take his wife and daughter with him." Come to a restaurant like this to celebrate your birthday, don’t deny all Colombians because of discrimination!”

"He's a UC Berkeley graduate?"

The bald and bearded captain was a little surprised and his face turned serious.

The University of California, Berkeley, is definitely a well-known top university, ranking among the top five in the world's university rankings.

Graduates from such universities, even graduate students, are still very valuable.

If Gloria was right, then the deceased might have made money by relying on his own wisdom and ability, and it was not his first thought that he was related to a drug lord.

This is bad!

If it was a drug lord revenge warning or something, then even if there were so many hot news elements tagged together, he wouldn't be too worried.

After all, when these people are involved, the public only sees them as exciting and novel, and does not have any sense of involvement. If they die, they will die, and there is not much pressure to solve the case.

Make a show of it, and finally push this to the Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA), and finally let it go.

Two weeks ago, the powerful Colombian drug lord returned to Los Angeles from Colombia. He was shot twice in the back less than an hour after leaving the airport and died on the spot.

I just made an announcement, it was lively for a while, but only a short time passed, and there was no news.

Um?

The bald and bearded captain thought of something and immediately went over to check the wound. Then he gave up and urged his police officers: "Let the forensics department speed up the collection of evidence. I want to know what kind of bullet this is!"

"Point 38 caliber."

Chuck gave the answer directly.

"Really fired a 38-caliber bullet?"

The bald and bearded captain looked at Chuck expectantly.

"Really!"

Chuck nodded.

"If only you could see the trajectory of the bullet."

The bald and bearded captain was in a good mood and joked.

"Can."

Chuck walked aside, bent down, picked up a bullet that pierced the corpse of the deceased with tweezers, and gestured to the bald and bearded captain: "If you have any suspected ballistics that need to be compared, just give me the ballistic information directly, and I will do it now. I can give you the answer.”

"Are you kidding me?"

The bald and bearded captain looked at Chuck in disbelief.

Detective Amon was also shocked.

Chuck gave them a self-aware look.

"But doesn't this need to be observed with a microscope in the laboratory to compare?"

The bald and bearded captain couldn't understand.

"Human eyes are no worse than a microscope, it's just that most people are unable to maximize the potential of using their eyes."

Chuck said calmly.

"This is it!"

Although the bald and bearded captain couldn't understand it, he still chose to give it a try. He directly called up the ballistic information he wanted on his mobile phone and showed it to Chuck.

Bullets are all standard.

However, different guns fire bullets, and the trajectory left on the bullet will be slightly different. It can be said that the trajectory of the bullet is like a human fingerprint. As long as it is confirmed, the gun can be locked.

Therefore, there are specialized ballistics experts who re-shoot the suspect gun in the laboratory to see if the ballistic trajectory of the fired bullet is consistent with the bullet left at the scene.

The efficiency of doing things in the United States, even a murder case, is delayed again and again. Rest when it is time to rest, vacation when it is time to take a vacation, God knows how long it will take to give him an answer.

And if he doesn't have this answer, he can't be sure whether his guess is right or wrong. Not only will he waste a lot of time and energy, but he may also waste precious prime time to solve the case because he went in the wrong direction. Even if the murderer is found, it will still be impossible. Let him escape, or be unable to prosecute.

This was unacceptable to him.

So he would rather believe that Chuck is so magical that he can compare with the naked eye and a microscope!

"The ballistics match exactly, it's the same gun!"

Chuck glanced at it and gave the answer.

"That simple? Are you sure?"

Although the bald and bearded captain was encouraged that his guess might be correct, he was still suspicious of Chuck's too casual process.

Even if you can compare it with the naked eye using a microscope, you should look carefully for a while and carefully compare various ballistic information.

It’s really hard to believe with such a simple glance!

Chuck directly reported all the indicator information of the ballistics. The bald and bearded captain looked at it again and again. Although he didn't understand the specific parameters, the numbers were consistent, so he chose to believe that Chuck was really that awesome.

"If everyone was like you, ballistics experts would be out of a job."

The bald and bearded captain became emboldened and couldn't help but complain.

"Which case does this ballistics belong to?"

Detective Amon asked.

"Two weeks ago..."

The bald and bearded captain originally wanted to say a secret, especially since there was a ferocious Colombian woman staring at him next to him. It was not suitable to say these things, but thinking of the other party's attitude and tone just now, he couldn't help but remember the Colombian woman two weeks ago. The drug lord case was told.

"impossible!"

Gloria understood and immediately shouted unwillingly.

She is also a master of guns. She drove a taxi in New York. With her figure and a young son, how dangerous it would have been. If she hadn't used a gun to make all the passengers behave, how would their mother and son be where they are now? Good times.

So of course she knew what it meant for two bullets to have the same trajectory.

And if the bullet trajectory being compared really belongs to the Colombian drug lord who was shot dead two weeks ago.

So the newly encountered Colombian elite couple who were shot dead now have a high probability of being related to drug lords.

"He is a graduate student from the University of California, Berkeley!"

"There's nothing surprising about that."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "If you think of Colombia's drug lords as positive and negative, you can understand. Not to mention just sending one member to go to the University of California, Berkeley to study as a graduate student, even if you study for a Ph.D. in chemistry, it is very difficult. Normal and sensible, they also need talents!”

"OMG!"

Gloria covered her mouth and immediately believed Chuck's story.

She is also Colombian, and of course there are relatives involved in drug trafficking in that magical country.

This is the general environment and there is no way to change it.

Of course, she is not involved in these at all, but she is also familiar with these crimes in the dark and is still in contact with them to this day.

Apart from her figure and shooting skills, this is the asset that gives her the most confidence.

That’s right!

With just one phone call from her, she can make people disappear!

She has relatives and friends who specialize in this.

She had a worry-free life and didn't need to use this method, but if the old man and her husband Jie turned against him that day, she wouldn't worry at all about not being able to deal with him.

What she should worry about most is not that her old husband Jie was replaced by a new man, but that her old husband Jie died inexplicably, and then all the family property was inherited by her. She would use so much money to find a pretty boy to sleep with.

Although she doesn't know how to use these secret connections, in daily life, she will occasionally mention them when she gets angry, but others just think she is joking.

She clearly knew that the goods from Colombia were still relatively simple and crudely processed. Legend has it that some big bosses were dissatisfied with the quality of these extensive products and wanted to improve the quality and strengthen their competitiveness.

And doing all this requires talents!

Chemistry talent!

Now when she suddenly heard Chuck mention the chemistry doctor and the Colombian drug lord, she instantly understood that this possibility not only existed, but was even inevitable.

And since the big drug lord in Colombia can send people to study for a Ph.D. in chemistry at a prestigious American school so that they can go back and improve the quality of laboratory products, then this fellow countryman who she met for the first time not long ago left a very good impression on her, a gentle and elegant elite from a famous school. It is entirely possible that Manuel is a drug lord.

This time, she was both shocked and embarrassed.

A moment ago, she had told the bald and bearded captain that the deceased was a Colombian, and then got angry at him, accusing him of discriminating against Colombians. She was so sure that the deceased was a real Colombian elite who made a fortune through wisdom and hard work, but now In the blink of an eye, Chuck proved that the other party was a drug lord.

This is so embarrassing.

"You have just met him, so of course you don't know who he is."

"Yes, Chuck also said that this is an example and does not represent all Colombians. You are the real Colombian!"

The old man's husband Jay and Monica quickly comforted the embarrassed Gloria.

Gloria: "..."