Accountant detective in American TV series

"You make so much money every year from your 'family members' on your tax return, but you have never once wanted to help those 'former family members' who were forcibly transported into society by you."

The prosecutor asked the fateful question.

"And your customers, Miss Laura, have you contacted or warned them about their contact with reporters who may be infected with AIDS?

No!

Since you have forcibly transported more than a dozen 'former family members' into society, these customers must have come into contact with journalists infected with AIDS.

Did you remind them immediately?"

"No." The madam wanted not to answer this question.

She knew she had to answer this question.

But there is only one answer to this question.

These customers, who can use their gold cards to spend money at her puppy play company, are all elites in the upper class, although they play in a relatively vulgar way.

I'm not a fool who was fooled by happy education and doesn't even have basic logic.

Her forceful and illogical denial will only arouse these people's deeper anger and hatred.

Unexpectedly, even the judge leaned back and looked sideways, waiting for her answer with eyes filled with concern...

A slippery jury and an ironclad judge!

"Miss Laura, I didn't hear what you said! Please speak louder!" The prosecutor did not let her go and shouted for her to speak out.

"No." The Madam Madam repeated again, but her voice still didn't rise much.

"So do you admit that you are creating an environment that endangers the lives and health of others on a large scale and will sooner or later lead to their death?" the prosecutor asked what he wanted to say most.

The madam was really speechless.

Don't admit it?

This has already been said.

Unless everyone is a fool, there is no point in denying it.

It will just disgust the jury.

It will also make those gold card customers who follow this case hate her even more after being tested for HIV.

She may even have traditional American thoughts.

And admit it?

She really couldn't make up her mind.

In America, that's when true confession comes from a wide prison cell.

As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, one cannot admit that he has committed a crime.

Even if you spit on your face.

So she chose not to speak, but looked at her barrister.

Although the barrister was disgusted with her, a bustard client who had brought threats to his life and health, he still stood up and applied for an adjournment of the case.

Then he accompanied the madam to the prosecutor in private.

"Okay, that's it, prosecutor, what do you want?"

"Isn't my idea obvious enough?" the prosecutor sneered.

"How about manslaughter?" The barrister glanced at the madam and said, "Five years in jail and you can be released on bail!"

"No!" The prosecutor shook his head: "Second degree murder! Not to mention Damon who died this time, Miss Laura also commanded the driver remotely to knock many other people's heads.

Just this large-scale endangerment of public health and the large-scale endangerment of other people's lives and health is enough to make her spend 20 years in jail!"

"Your Excellency, prosecutor, don't go too far." The Madam Madam regained her composure without the attention of the public.

"You should know that victory in court does not mean everything."

"Miss Laura, you should also know that the length of time in jail is not the trouble you should worry about most right now."

The prosecutor mocked: "You have this time to delay with me, so you should think more about how to deal with the 'family members of your little family' who know the truth.

I heard that there is no queue for HIV testing now, and many wealthy people simply fly to other states to get it done.

Do you think once they are diagnosed with AIDS in this way, will they still recognize you as the 'mother of a small family'?

At that time, I felt that staying in prison for 20 years should be the second most likely punishment method that they would accept, and it would be acceptable to you, right?"

"..." The madam's face turned pale.

Of course she heard it. Once those rich and powerful people were diagnosed with AIDS because of her, the first method of punishment that would be recognized by them would be to kill her in the American style.

But before, she was proud that not only could she make a lot of money, but she could also make more connections and improve her status to a list of escorts that was like a who's who of the world.

Now it's her reminder.

The Madam Madam looked at her barrister again.

However, the barrister looked cold and said to her in a business-like manner: "Only you can make this choice.

If you choose to take a gamble, there is still hope of being acquitted.

After all, no one knows what the jury is thinking about the real outcome until it is announced.

Maybe there will be a very big surprise."

"Ten years in prison?" Seeing that she could no longer trust her barrister, the madam had no choice but to talk to the prosecutor in person.

"Before, I would have accepted even 5 years, not to mention 10 years." The prosecutor smiled: "This case was actually handled by Detective Chuck.

You may not know quite what kind of person he is.

But let me tell you, even I declined cooperation with him.

Because he is famous for being absolutely uncompromising!

There is no such thing as plea bargaining with him!

In the cases he handles, the criminal deserves whatever crime he deserves.

No possibility of bargaining at all!

So even if we knew he was there, the case would almost certainly be won, and there would be no surprises.

But we still did not call him to participate in the subsequent trial of the case.

Because we believe that prosecution and plea bargaining can greatly save judicial resources and improve efficiency.

So as long as you are willing to accept the confession.

Really go to jail.

I can definitely accept five years."

"Then why not now?" The Madam Madam said anxiously, having already foreseen such a long series of foreshadowings, all waiting for a turning point.

"Because the more we investigate, the more we understand why Detective Chuck is unwilling to compromise." The prosecutor looked at her expressionlessly.

"People like you who create an environment for large-scale spread of AIDS, regard AIDS as a minor problem, and have no respect for the virus or the lives of others must be punished as they deserve!

Any deal made with you that allows you to reduce the intensity of punishment will be the greatest injustice to those harmed by you!"

Of course, he had another reason that he couldn't express.

That is, for this kind of criminal who he hates, it is really satisfying to see her brought to justice.

No wonder Detective Chuck never compromises!

No wonder, Detective Chuck has a far-reaching reputation and is strong in everything, but he still gets involved in their "little fights" every chance he gets.

The madam finally returned to the court with a livid face and accepted the jury trial.

The jury came out quickly after entering.

The judge asked them to announce the result.

Not surprisingly, a guilty verdict!

At some point, the fun-loving people who were kicked out appeared again: "What a pity. In the next 20 years, only female prisoners in the same prison will be able to taste the taste of Teacher Mama Sang of the West Coast Etiquette Training School.

Such a waste!

This is sexism!

I want to protest!

I will go in and be locked up with her in the future!"

The courtroom burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere became cheerful again.

Because the person who spoke was a man.

"Why are you laughing?" The fun man continued to tease me: "You think I can't get in? Although I look like a man on the outside, I am actually the opposite on the inside.

So one day, I can also go in as a female prisoner.

Then have some lace love with her!

I just wonder if she has any experience in this area?

Huh!

Maybe I can open the door to a new world for her, and after she comes out, she can continue to make her career bigger and stronger!"

"Hahaha!"

The laughter grew louder.

Everyone thinks it's impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

How is that possible!

Everything that happened in the court was watched by Chuck and Chandel.

Chandel's blood has been drawn and tested by Chuck.

But even if one-to-one expedited service is available, it will take time to get results.

So after watching the trial, she became extremely anxious.

no way!

Who doesn’t talk about Ai Sebian!

At the Scorpio base, after being severely scolded by Chuck and leaving a riddle, they organized a barbecue party on the rooftop at the insistence of the waitress Peggy.

As neighbors upstairs, everyone from the bankrupt version of The Big Bang Theory also joined in under the instigation of the familiar Jessie and the king of obscenity Schmidt.

In the end, only the waitress Peggy and the psychological guru Toby could barely talk to them.

The three Walters were still frowning in thought, paying little attention to everyone.

"What happened to them?" Jessie asked curiously.

"They are guessing riddles." Psychology master Toby may not think that his ex-girlfriend is the ultimate licker, but this does not prevent him from wanting to lick her a few more times.

After all, he is a master of psychology, so he naturally has his own set of psychological logic.

That is, licking one is licking, and licking ten or a hundred is also licking!

And licking it is very humble and miserable.

But if he licks ten or hundreds of people at the same time, who would dare to say that he is miserable?

Is that him licking them?

It was clear that he was using them as spare tires!

The secret of using the spare tire and the spare tire lies entirely in one mind.

And as a psychological master, he has the ability to balance all of this.

This is also the ultimate wisdom crystallization of a certain master!

"Guess riddles? This is very interesting. Can we join in?" The African-American boy was quite interested.

"No disrespect intended." Psychological master Toby glanced at the African guy and half-smiled: "But their riddles were left by the detective Chuck. Normal people, no, normal geniuses can't guess them.

!”

"How do you know I'm not a super genius?" The African-American boy looked at him unhappily.

What he hates most is adding "no disrespect intended" before speaking.

Because if I add it, I say it’s not disrespectful, but in fact it’s all disrespectful!

These hypocritical bastards!

How dare you look at his skin and despise his intelligence!

It’s not like they can only sing and dance rap!

These damn little niggas!

"Is it a riddle left by Detective Chuck?" Jessie became interested: "Can you tell us about it? I'm very interested. And I'm pretty good at guessing riddles."

"Reminder, she is not interested in riddles, but in Detective Chuck." Schmidt, the king of obscenity, complained casually while texting on his mobile phone.

"Jessie, no disrespect intended..." Psychology master Toby looked at Jess and couldn't help but laugh.

"Toby!" Even the waitress Peggy didn't want to hear the disrespectful remarks behind "No disrespect intended" and quickly reminded her.

"Okay." Psychology master Toby shrugged and directly told the riddle left by Chuck.

In his opinion, even the waitress Peggy did not let Detective Chuck take notice, and those who deserved to be criticized would be criticized to death.

A girl like Jess, whose appearance is not as outstanding as Peggy, the waitress, and whose identity is only an elementary school teacher, really has no advantages that can impress Detective Chuck.

It's a waste of time to even think about it.

It's better to be sensible and talk to him more.

"Quinn?" Jess was confused when she heard this: "That's it? No hint at all?"

"No!" Psychological master Toby spread his hands.

The waitress Peggy opened her mouth. She actually knew that there was a hint, that is, how Chuck severely criticized Walt after investigating the case.

But she couldn't tell outsiders this kind of background information.

Otherwise, Walter and the others would be so embarrassed that they would go crazy!

"Is this a guessing game between super geniuses? That's awesome!" Jessie didn't realize it and gave a thumbs up.

"Is there a possibility that this is not a riddle at all, but a casual sentence said by Detective Chuck." Today, Schmidt, the king of obscenity, who was uncharacteristically not taking the initiative to harass the Indian model beauty Xixi, continued to use his more than 20 years of practice while

The person who came out was typing quickly on his mobile phone and said casually.

"Or maybe this Quinn is just a woman, a beautiful woman who still works closely with him even though he is talking to you on the phone.

At a certain moment before hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but call "Quinn".

Then, afraid that you might hear something was wrong, you quickly hung up the phone, leaving only 'Quinn' for you to think was a riddle?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent, looking at him with either strange eyes, disgust, or admiration.

After all, it’s Schmidt, the king of obscenity!

This kind of thinking can be thought of at the first time.

But not to mention, there is no way to completely rule out this possibility.

"OMG!" Schmidt, the king of wretchedness, ignored their looks and exclaimed while looking at his phone.

"Fortunately, you are right under our noses, otherwise we would definitely suspect that you were doing something perverted while chatting with us on the phone."

The first accurate comment from an African-American guy.

Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.

"No!" Schmidt, the king of wretchedness, looked ecstatic: "You don't understand! It's countless times better than that!

Do you know who I'm chatting with?

My immediate boss!

Nick, you should know that the company where I usually work is full of women!

How humble my status is.

Especially my immediate boss, who always treats me as a human being."

"We know." The boys nodded immediately, their eyes full of gossip: "So what happened now?"

"I noticed something was wrong when I went to work today. The way she looked at me was different."

Schmidt, the king of obscenity, said excitedly: “In the past, it was the malice of a cat playing with a mouse, but today it is the greed and desire of a jaguar staring at its prey!

So I kept texting with her.

Now it’s proven that my hunch was right!

My immediate boss will transform into a jaguar and launch an offensive against me!

OMG!

This is like a dream!

I finally have a chance to conquer my immediate boss who is like a queen!"