The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 108 Why are you here?

The bald professor was a little stunned.

Since it was discovered that his real interest was in assassins, he has been like a sharp but extremely delicate scalpel, designing the assassinations he received as smoothly as a chef undressing a cow. The 31 assassinations in his career, let alone the police

Well, even the target person himself had almost never met him face to face, and he didn’t even know how he died.

The only few encounters were when the opportunity was really rare and there was no other interference, so he would stand in front of the fallen target and chat with him for a few words.

After all, everyone has a desire to talk.

Who better and more stable to talk to than a dying target?

When the target person is dying, either requesting, bribing, or cursing him, he will look at the target person's eyes that are gradually losing their vitality, and calmly say: "I don't want anything, I just want to kill you."

But this time he met the target person again, and what he encountered was not the eyes filled with panic, hatred, despair and finally death, but unusually calm and profound eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to see his own reflection in the eyes of those target persons.

These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. The egg-like head on the egg rack made him smart enough. He turned around and ran towards the building.

Chuck's sweep on the first floor was to trap people in the building so they could not escape. Even if they escaped, all the surveillance cameras centered on this building were already focused here. It would take more time to find the people, but now

Since they have met each other, it goes without saying that the other party cannot run away.

The speed increased again, and the speed of going upstairs was hardly slower than that of the elevator. Chuck quickly ran to the floor where the bald professor was. After exiting the stairwell, he saw the bald professor pressing the elevator button frantically. Apparently, the other party had already calculated

He measured the speed of himself and Chuck, and conducted the most basic mathematical pursuit problems. He couldn't outrun Chuck at all.

Seeing Chuck rushing towards him at an unchanging speed, the bald professor looked slightly panicked. After all, it was such an exciting thing to have a head-on conflict with someone. He, who was an architecture professor and occasionally played a role as a killer for fun, had never experienced such a thing.

But he quickly calmed down and took out a scalpel.

That’s right!

He boasts that his assassination techniques are like exquisite surgical anatomy. In addition to similar styles, there is another very important reason, that is, in order to enrich his assassination techniques, he truly practices the saying that interest is the best teacher, and specifically uses

I taught myself anatomy in my spare time and became quite comfortable with a scalpel.

Chuck's body that rushed towards him stopped three meters away from the bald professor.

The bald professor smiled at Chuck.

As a serial perverted murderer, after getting through the initial panic, which he didn't know whether it was nervousness or excitement, he actually didn't have any fear.

Besides, although Chuck is tall and strong, he has a knife in his hand.

Chuck stood there in silence for a moment, then reached into his suit. When he took it out again, he already had a big gun in his hand.

"..."

The bald professor looked at the dark and heavy Desert Eagle with an extended tube in Chuck's hand, and then at the small scalpel in his own hand, and fell silent.

At this time, the door opened and an African-American girl came out.

The bald professor couldn't help but look over. The scalpel in his hand moved slightly towards that direction, and he gave Chuck a signal with his eyes.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and the bald professor felt his hand shake violently, his hand went numb, and the scalpel had fallen to the corner.

"..."

Seeing Chuck holding the gun and looking at him calmly, the bald professor fell silent again. Facing such a powerful opponent who was not prepared to talk about martial arts, he was as sensible as he was and made the final resistance. He raised his hand and was hit by a bullet.

The trembling hands made a gesture of surrender.

Um.

Absolutely no chance for Chuck to empty the magazine.

And the African-American girl who opened the door had already quietly run away to who knows where. She obviously has enough experience in how to deal with such famous scenes, she is very New Yorker.

"We meet again so soon."

This building is right next to the NYPD 99 precinct. Detective Shenfan and the others naturally arrived immediately. When they saw the bald professor raising his hands in surrender, they smiled at Chuck and said, "What's going on?"

"He's a killer."

Chuck had already put away his gun, nodded to Detective Shenfan and the others, and briefly introduced some of the situation.

"Are you thinking too much? Although this kind of accident is a bit bizarre, it has happened before."

The annoyed detective found the wallet from the bald professor's clothes, took out his driver's license and checked it, and immediately suspected: "He is an architecture professor at New York University."

"Yeah, I'm a university professor."

The bald professor smiled slightly.

"That was his murder weapon."

Chuck pointed to the scalpel in the corner: "Room 18 on the 12th floor is the room where the air conditioner unit fell. There must be evidence of his murder inside."

"Holy shit!"

Detective Amy Santiago squatted in the corner, looked at the scalpel that was hit by the bullet, screamed out, and turned to look at Chuck: "What kind of bullet is this? What gun are you using?"

Chuck pulled out his gun.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was stunned: "Do you usually carry a gun like this with you?"

"I'm from Texas."

Chuck was concise and to the point.

"...even if there are not many Texans who can carry such a powerful long-barreled pistol, right?"

Detective Amy Santiago complained.

"I follow human instinct and like big things."

Chuck frowned and looked at her: "Don't you like it?"

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was speechless.

"Yeah, Detective San Diego, don't you?"

The annoying police detective showed his old ways again and couldn't help but poke fun at him from the side.

"Let's take him back to the police station first."

Detective Amy Santiago no longer wanted to talk to Chuck or Detective Shennu, for fear of attracting people from other bureaus to snatch the case, and even arrested them directly as a case. She said something and escorted the bald professor downstairs.

.

The scene and evidence will naturally be completed by the subsequent identification department.

NYPD 99th Precinct.

trial room.

"Leniency for confession..."

The troubled detective was just about to start when he saw the bald professor sitting there smiling slightly: "I'll tell you everything."

Then, one by one, he began to tell in detail his experiences as a killer out of interest.

"what's the situation?"

Standing in front of the one-way glass wall outside the interrogation room, Detective Amy Santiago was a little confused.

"He knew he couldn't get away with it, so he showed his cards right away."

There is nothing strange about Chuck: "He needs an audience, and this is New York. There is no death penalty. The only difference between killing one person and killing dozens is that if you kill dozens, you will be eligible to negotiate terms, and you will live a better life."

With that said, he pushed open the door and walked in, leaving behind a stunned Detective Amy Santiago.

She wanted to refute and complain, but she was at a loss for words because what Chuck said seemed unbelievable, but it was indeed the reality of New York.

After the NYPD does not have the magical "execution of justice" in the arrest process, when it comes to the prosecutor, the situation will be even more magical. In order to get the murderer to name more victims, the prosecutor will practice the art of the deal.

If this bald professor really killed dozens of people, then with this capital, in New York, where there is no death penalty, he could indeed live a much better life by relying on the art of trading than if he only killed one or two people.

There will probably be crazy female fans rushing to marry him and give him six-eared macaques when they visit the prison. As long as he is famous enough, the chance of a bald old man embracing spring again in prison is countless times higher than pretending to be a normal person outside.

In the world of American TV series, it is so magical!

"Who hired you?"

After Chuck entered, he got straight to the point: "If you don't tell, I will find your weaknesses and target you. If you tell, I will ask this detective to help you find a good position in prison."

"Is it so direct?"

The bald professor's face was full of smiles.

"Because I know you know the current affairs."

Chuck gave him the same look he had during the gun-knife confrontation.

"..."

The bald professor smiled.

Just now, he pointed a knife at Chuck's gun at the elevator entrance. It was not a pleasant experience. It wasn't because he was afraid of being scared or something, but because Chuck's lack of martial ethics really made him feel depressed as a serial killer.

The annoying police detective remained silent this time. Although he was talking nonsense, he could still control himself at the critical moment.

"Okay, I say."

As always, the bald professor did not choose to resist. He nodded and smiled again: "It's just that if you want to get some news from me, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, because I don't know who he is, and I actually know nothing about him.

.”

Chuck didn't say anything, but used his eyes to signal him to continue.

"Three years ago, I was on a business trip to London. When I went to sit in a bar at night, a tall man suddenly sat next to me. I was shocked. I had heard of British urban legends..."

The bald professor said calmly: "Then he invited me to have a meal. Just when I was thinking about how to refuse to get out, he told me the reason. It was because I thought wrong.

He didn't say his name, he said he was our client, he just wanted to chat with me about the fact that I was actually a serial killer, he said he had experience identifying hidden sociopaths, and he said he would keep in touch, and I

I never saw him again, and I contacted him through phone calls and text messages afterwards, but he was right, I was indeed a serial killer."

"How many people have you killed?"

Detective Amy Santiago also walked in at this time. Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask.

"31."

The bald professor is very candid.

"31?"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn’t accept it: “You mean there have been 31 previous ‘accidents’ in New York?”

"Yes, compared with other legends, I'm still a newbie."

The bald professor sighed: "After three years of accumulation, I can only make national news three times at most."

Detective Amy Santiago was stunned.

Happy America, shoot out every day.

In the United States, there is more than one shooting every day. Everyone has long heard that, so if the number of people shot dead is less than 10 (excluding the gunman himself), it will not be included in the latest (hot) news (search) in the world (world).

)of.

Now that the bald professor, a serial perverted murderer, used this metaphor as a metaphor, she was still shocked.

"Actually, although I am clean and steady in my actions, I have always secretly hoped that you would discover and find me."

The bald professor looked at Detective Amy Santiago and sighed: "It's just that you never found out and the case was closed by accident. This makes me a little disappointed."

After saying this, a weird and evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why are you here?"

(End of chapter)