Accountant detective in American TV series

"Do you want to see the photo?"

The bald captain confirmed that he was overthinking it. Detective Chuck had no fondness for Batman at all, let alone a sense of empathy, so he handed over the photo in his hand.

"These are some unsightly photos! It can be seen that the 'Batman and Robin' who took the photos are real perverts. Maybe this is what they did!"

"no!"

Chuck didn't take it, and after a quick glance, he was convinced that it was just an American-style threesome under the guise of art, and he shook his head to deny the guess.

"A real pervert would not be so frightened at the sight of a police officer that he would drop his camera.

A real pervert would ambush a patrolman, tie him up and take pictures without even wearing makeup."

"..." The corners of the bald captain's mouth twitched.

This sounds like why is that person so perverted and permeable?

However, he also agreed with Chuck's words and felt that these two newly minted cowards 'Batman and Robin' did not look like murderers.

Maybe he was just used to taking perverted photos and accidentally stumbled upon the crime scene.

"Having said that, if we can find this pair of Batman and Robin, we should be able to get more information."

"If you want to ask them about it, you might as well ask Qiao Lin." Chuck said expressionlessly.

"Qiao Lin?" the bald captain asked in surprise: "What does this have to do with her?"

"One of her specialties is the Queen's Whip." Chuck reminded: "And looking at the whip marks on the deceased's body, he must also be a Queen's Whip lover."

"Queen's Whip..." The bald captain no longer knew how to complain.

He is an orthodox old white man.

The thought of these people paying money to get whipped made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't understand the perverted psychology of these people.

However, Qiao Lin's case made him know that this kind of thing is not only common, but also very popular in upper class society.

It made him feel sick and uncomfortable to think that they were serving such obscene things.

"Go to his house and have a look." Chuck reminded.

"Okay." The bald captain nodded in agreement.

The two drove to the deceased's home and met the deceased's wife who was not sad at all.

"What are you looking for? He hasn't been back for several months." The wife of the deceased looked at the bald captain looking around.

"Madam, we just want to find out what happened." The bald captain explained.

"The truth is that someone killed my husband!" the deceased's wife complained. Seeing Chuck looking at the baseball on the table, she took the initiative to introduce him.

“My husband is a baseball fan! He always says you can tell a lot about a person by three things!

How did you hit the base?

What book did you read?

What should you keep and not throw away?”

"Really?" The bald captain looked at Chuck curiously: "Chuck, you are a master of micro-expression observation. Is this correct?"

"That's right." Chuck nodded: "What many people think of most before being hit by a dump truck is to clean up their browser traces and clean up their collections. It's the same reason.

If someone sees these browser traces and his collection, it will make him die in peace even more than being hit by a dump truck!"

"...How do you know the thoughts of the person who was hit and killed by a dump truck?" The bald captain couldn't help but complain.

But the moment he asked the question, he regretted it.

Because he saw Detective Chuck's knowing glance.

This makes everyone feel bad.

How did Detective Chuck know?

Even if he is a detective who can see through other people's micro-expressions and read people's hearts at a glance, if you want to know this kind of thoughts, you must first see the expression of the person who was killed before he died.

So either Detective Chuck is the one driving the dump truck.

Either Detective Chuck was simply the one hit by a dump truck, and these thoughts were his own.

But no matter which one, it's quite scary.

The bald captain didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"Frank snack?" The bald captain suppressed the weirdness and horror in his heart and picked up the things collected by the deceased.

He also wants to try to learn the ability to read other people.

It's not exactly a better investigation.

It’s also to stop being an old bachelor.

"It's just around the corner when I go out. Victor liked to go there to paint." the deceased's wife recalled fondly.

Whenever the bald captain picks up a question, she answers with a related memory.

The bald captain looked at the collection full of these little things and felt quite envious.

After all, he is engaged in art.

Live a very nourishing life every day.

It's not like he wants to remember some special days, it all depends on whether there is an impressive killer on that day.

It just so happens that these memories can also be deceiving.

Because the list can change at any time.

For example, he used to remember those special days and people based on the national kill list, but the sudden and well-prepared mass shooting a few days ago directly landed in the top ten of the national kill list, making him remember it all at once.

There was a lot of confusion.

And it also made him, an old man who didn't have many hobbies, lose a lot of fun.

Because many people are afraid to go to bowling alleys and bars recently.

Even though he and his old friends repeatedly promised that he would bring a gun, they were all declined.

"Iron bar!" Chuck reminded.

"Huh?" As soon as the words came out, not only the deceased's wife, but also the bald captain's expression changed.

The deceased's wife was stunned for a moment and looked ugly.

The bald captain's eyes were extremely strange, and he admired Detective Chuck in his heart for being Detective Chuck, and he immediately found out the key information.

This small advertisement for a bar called Iron Bar seems very wrong when you hear the name.

It's definitely the kind of trace that you want to clean up before being hit by a dump truck to avoid death.

"Let's go!" Chuck took the bald captain out of the deceased's home and headed to the legendary Iron Bar.

As soon as you enter, you will see that it is full of macho pink elements that macho men love most.

"I now understand why the deceased died the way he did."

The bald captain was very disgusted, so he revealed his identity and approached the bartender. Seeing that the other person was still hesitating, he immediately lost his temper and swept the wine glass on the bar. The bartender was frightened and quickly told him what he knew.

"Bah! Disgusting!"

After the bald captain got the useful information, he immediately left the bar and went outside, spitting violently to express his dislike of the bar.

Because as soon as they entered, a tough man looked directly at them.

The bartender just now showed a mixture of fear and admiration in his eyes after he lost his temper...

"You have made great progress." Chuck nodded to the bald captain.

The bald captain was not happy at all with this compliment.

I would rather Chuck not mention it.

Although he is the captain of the serious crime team, he is not so rough and violent when handling cases.

The reason why he was so violent and rude this time.

In addition to his heartfelt disgust, another thing is that he knew that doing this this time would be more effective in handling the case.

If it were another bar, if someone had a bad temper and he dared to come like this, he could have said it or not, but he would definitely not say it.

And they will file a complaint against him.

But this time is different. What he does will only make the bartender listen and tell them the information they want.

This was originally a long-standing thing.

After all, it was his interviewing skills that he had perfected over his years as a police detective.

But with such disgusting elements mixed in, he would rather not mention it.

The bald captain, with a dark face, and Chuck went to the place where the bartender said that the deceased had drank with the female owner of the shop at the bar before his death and left together.

As soon as he entered and saw all kinds of special equipment grandly arranged, he knew he was in the right place.

The name of the store is Exciting Zone.

All they sell are leather goods.

Before death, the deceased was wrapped in ropes and chains.

The shop owner is a tall woman who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and her Super Saiyan appearance is also very unconventional. No wonder the bartender was so impressed that he revealed this information in one breath.

"The best leather for making belts is crocodile leather! Use saddle leather for harnesses!" When the female Super Saiyan saw Chuck and the two coming in, she couldn't help but stretch and relax her chained hands, as if giving them to the two men.

People sell things, but they have different meanings.

"Have you often been to the Iron Bar?" the bald captain asked in disgust.

"That's not my territory." The female Super Saiyan smiled and said, "The bar I often go to is called Friends. There are some lesbian preppies there who are confused and waiting for me to guide them into the new world."

Chuck glanced at her.

It’s not surprising that she mentioned ‘Friends’.

There are too many shops like this with the names of old friends.

"This thing costs 500 US dollars?" The bald captain was listening to her introduction while looking at the items in the store. When he saw that a small item was priced at 500 US dollars, he immediately shouted out.

"Who would buy something like this?"

"That's tanned calfskin!" The female Super Saiyan laughed: "This leather has no particles, and it feels like wearing a layer of skin. It reminds people of the time when those animals were alive.

If you like this tune.

$500 is not expensive at all!

I am the only one in Los Angeles who owns this store. All other stores have been raided by insurance companies."

"How much do you allocate to animal protection? Seventy percent?" Chuck looked at her expressionlessly.

"You know a lot." The female Super Saiyan looked at Chuck in surprise.

“In the United States, those who crack down on drug lords the most are the biggest drug lords, those who crack down on human trafficking the most are the biggest human traffickers, and those who crack down the most on destroying the environment and harming wild animals are the ones who destroy the environment and hunt the most wild animals.”

Chuck bluntly stated the true American law: "In America, everything is fake, all words are doctrines, and all hearts are business!"

"Brilliant!" The female Super Saiyan gave a thumbs up.

"You were with Victor last night, and ended up leaving together?" The bald captain didn't dare to listen anymore, so he quickly interrupted and got back to the topic.

He doesn't dare to provoke the extremists of environmental protection and animal protection.

"He's not looking for me, he's looking for Brian!" The female Super Saiyan shook her head: "Brian once belonged to me~"

"Brian is a man?" Even if the bald captain guessed it, he still frowned and confirmed: "What else can you say that he once belonged to you?"

The female Super Saiyan did not answer, but whipped the whip in her hand and looked at the bald captain with a half-smiling expression.

"..." The bald captain got the slave Brian's contact information from the female Super Saiyan with a dark face, and walked out with Chuck.

"How about forgetting it? Don't investigate this case!"

"Why?" Chuck looked at him.

"You must know the reason!" the bald captain said irritably: "These people are so disgusting, they will die if they die, why bother?

Don't tell me, you can't smell it?

too disgusting!

And haven’t you read the autopsy report?

Another one similar to Ma Feng!

What does it mean to die from suffocation due to excitement?

The forensic doctor said that he liked to play this trick, and there were many signs of burns, cuts, and fractures healing on his body!

Even the official cause of death given by the medical examiner was an abnormal death.

Maybe he had an accident because he was too excited while playing these games, and he died!

That would be suicide.

There is no need to waste so much energy and time on suicide, otherwise it would be a complete waste of police power.

There are so many cases piled up in the police station. If you really want to investigate the case, there are endless cases waiting for you to investigate.

Why bother investigating such disgusting suicide cases?

And let me tell you, if the bastard who made bowling alleys and bars empty out a few days ago, if he really has any idea, he should go to places like the Iron Bar that really belong there.

That way at least the crime will be lighter..."

"Why?" Chuck ignored his excuse and still looked at him expressionlessly.

"...Well, you know!" the bald captain complained: "The photos this guy took are completely cesium photos!

If this can be called art, then the boss of Playboy is Michelangelo!"

"Why can't the boss of Playboy be Michelangelo?" Chuck said bluntly: "After going through Qiao Lin's case, you still don't understand?

What the rich and powerful play is elegant art!

Otherwise, it’s just a silver-gray cesium piano!

Only rich people can afford Michelangelo's statues, so they are high art.

Playboy, for everyone.

People without money can afford it and see it, so it is a silver-gray cesium piano.

But are they essentially different?

They are all pure sensory elements stimulating the mind!"

"Okay!" The bald captain couldn't defeat Chuck, so he could only tell the truth: "Living like this, he wouldn't have been able to live for a few years. In my opinion, he will definitely go to hell!

I'm a Catholic!

Maybe I'm a little conservative.

But I still believe that ‘it’s your own fault’!

No matter what heaven is like, these perverts will never go to the same place as you and me after death, right?

So why waste time on him?"

"You are wrong." Chuck said expressionlessly: "In a few years, see if you can define them as perverts!

And you have said so much, so you should continue to take this case!"

"Why?" The bald captain suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"You will know." Chuck raised his decorative glasses and looked at him calmly: "Trust me."

"I feel that the wisest thing to do at this moment is to give up this case completely." The bald captain complained: "Because I have a premonition that you have prepared a hell joke for me!"

"You have indeed made great progress!" Chuck did not deny it.

"..." The bald captain was full of complaints, but in the end he chose to follow Chuck to continue the investigation.

Even if you can avoid this hell joke, there will still be a next time, a next time, a next time...

As long as you live in the United States, hell jokes are like jokes at the doorstep, never ending, and every one of them is a classic.

And now it seems that Chuck is determined to pursue it.

He could only endure his nausea and continue.

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