The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 174 The Adler Sisters Shura Field, a request for help from DC!

Anna, the girl in white, still didn't speak.

The beauty in the oil painting didn't take it seriously. She stood behind her, stretched out her hand to stroke Anna's long hair, and whispered to herself: "You and your mother are really alike. They are both so immersed in their own world and ignore the excitement of the real world.

, except mathematics, no one or thing in this world can truly enter her heart, not even us who have inherited her blood and talent. You are my only relative in this world. I have always been worried that one day

You will choose to end your life just like your mother."

After saying this, she looked at the figure sitting upright on the central screen and smiled happily: "But who would have thought that besides me, there are people in this world who care about me.

do you know?

When you contacted me for the first time that day and asked me to recall the sniper, how surprised and happy was I?

I think back then, when I wanted to kill the biological father who was always with you outside, you never asked me for it.

But now that you are getting further and further away from reality, you actually opened your mouth for a man who has no blood relationship.

To be honest, I’m a little jealous of this man!”

Having said this, she walked up to the girl in white, Anna, squatted down, touched her sister's eyebrows, and murmured: "I'm really curious, why did you choose him as your eyes?

In what way am I worse than him?

In terms of relationship, we are biological sisters. Although we have different fathers, we all know that compared with our mother’s genetic bloodline, our fathers are just necessary tools for the inheritance of bloodline. Whether they are criminals, doctors of neurology, or others, there is actually no

the difference.

In terms of ability, I incarnate as Moriarty, single-handedly creating and controlling the largest criminal group in the world. Do you still remember the spider web diagram I gave you? If any troubles in major crimes in the world pass through these spider webs, I will

I know immediately that I can choose to lead, participate or watch based on my preferences.

Let me be your eye that connects to reality. Isn't this more exciting than his vision?

In terms of time together, for your safety, I really can't meet you as often as ordinary sisters, but whenever it's your birthday, I will come over in advance to celebrate your birthday.

He is nothing more than that, and was still designed by your biological father.

We both have Asperger's Syndrome, is it just because he and you both have serious physical disabilities, but I don't, that you are more willing to get close to him and choose him?"

Anna, the girl in white, always has an expressionless face and empty eyes.

"Okay, and you all like math."

The oil painting beauty stood up and looked back at Chuck on the central screen: "I hope he can solve the same level of mathematical problem P=NP like my mother did, as you said. With your programming, I will have a computer that can crack any password."

Master key."

After saying this, she turned sideways and looked at the girl in white, Anna, looking at her sister's empty eyes, and raised the corner of her mouth: "Otherwise, even if he is your eyes, if I don't kill him, with his death-seeking character, he will die sooner or later.

Detectives are not that fun. If I hadn't issued an order in advance not to take orders about him, he would have died four times.

And before the master key is realized, you will play this role and accompany me to control this criminal empire. This is what I have always wanted.

You have never responded to my invitation before.

I won't force you.

You are my only sister, and I can't force you...at least not before.

I once wondered if I was not important in your heart... Now I understand, because of him, you have a strange sense of morality and are unwilling to help criminal groups in their daily criminal activities. It seems as if you actually care about the lives of other people.

Similar.

But I know you don't care!

They are just insects trapped in the spider's web and unable to struggle, they are prey.

How could you care about them... This makes me even more jealous of him.

But seeing as he indirectly helped us sisters get together, I will work hard to ensure his existence.

After all, he is still very useful sometimes.

Just like this time.

If he hadn't taken action, found Amazing Amy, captured Andy Wharton, and then used a large amount of retail investors' funds to short Andy Wharton's stock with you, covering my actions in disguise, and allowing this

The action has achieved better results than expected. I am afraid that Miraculous Amy, a very useful chess piece that I have cultivated for many years, will show another side to the world, which will make interested people wary and partially lose her most useful deception and suddenness.

sex.

Now, let Amazing Amy stay by his side and act as my eyes. It is normal for us sisters to be together and our eyes to be together, right?

So, sister, do you have any questions?"

Anna, the girl in white, had no expression on her face. Her trembling hands moved to the keyboard and she quickly operated.

"That's it."

The curvature of the mouth of the beauty in the oil painting became more and more obvious. She stood beside the girl in white, Anna, with one hand on Anna's shoulder, looking at the dense TV screens on the wall, and said with high spirits: "Let the spider web be completely invisible."

New Jersey.

Mountainside villa.

In the study, the watch on his wrist vibrated twice. Chuck put down the book in his hand and looked up at the corner of the study, where he installed the miniature hidden camera. Then he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and sat quietly for a while.

Yes, I got up and unplugged the USB flash drive from Amazing Amy's phone, left the study, and returned to the master bedroom. Seeing that Amazing Amy was still asleep, I walked to her bed, reached out and touched her neck, stretched out my arms,

Passing through her waist, he lifted her steadily and moved her to the guest room.

Then he returned to the master bedroom and took the neatly folded clothes to the guest room and put them away. Then he returned to the master bedroom and started tidying up.

The next day.

Amazing Amy woke up from a deep sleep. First she stretched beautifully, then her eyes were blank, and a flash of panic flashed. This is the instinctive discomfort of a controlling person who loses control.

When did she return to the guest room?

She didn't even remember it at all!

But she quickly regained her composure. She could even actively cooperate with the perverted billionaires to rob and imprison her, let alone being with the good guy Chuck.

She likes good people the most, because no matter what the situation is, as long as she remains unchanged in response to changes, she will be the hunter, and good people will be the prey.

After thinking about it, she got up to get up, but then her feet went weak, and she quickly held on to the bed, thinking funny: "There is a gentle mode in the legend, what is this? It seems that the little guy's words really had some effect...

…”

After sitting on the ground and leaning on the bed to relax for a long time, Amazing Amy got up, got dressed, and walked out slowly. She saw a young and beautiful figure cleaning the house. When she heard the noise, she turned around, revealing a plain face.

With an innocent face, he smiled at her: "You're up, breakfast is already ready."

"Who are you?"

Amazing Amy glanced around and saw no trace of Chuck.

"I'm Justine, Chuck's classmate and janitor."

Justine smiled and said: "Chuck has left. I can drive you there wherever you want to go later."

"Thank you very much."

Amazing Amy paused for a moment at the camera in the corner of the living room and smiled: "You and Chandler are a bit similar. You are both friends of Chuck and work part-time for him."

Justine smiled, didn't say much, lowered her head and started cleaning seriously again.

Amazing Amy walked to the dining table, opened the covered plate, and started to enjoy breakfast. She felt really hungry now. She looked at Justine while eating. After she finished eating, she started chatting with Justine.

But Justine's most common response was to smile. Chandler's sense of confidentiality was simply not comparable to that of Chandler. Miraculous Amy suddenly knew that besides ability, there was another important reason why Chuck chose Justine, tight-lipped!

So she immediately gave up her plan to get more information about Chuck from Justine. After eating, she did not choose to stay here, but directly asked Justine to take her back.

Justine did not send her home directly, but sent her downstairs to Monica and handed her over to Chandler.

New Hampshire.

refuge.

Secret underground parking lot.

Chuck parked the car and got out. Dr. Green, the biological father of the girl in white, Anna, came over in surprise: "Chuck, why are you here?"

"you do not know?"

Chuck looked him in the eyes.

"Uh, what do you know?"

Dr. Green was stunned. Then he thought of something. He covered his mouth and his eyes were filled with incredible ecstasy. He said in a trembling voice: "Could it be that Anna asked you to come here?"

"no."

Chuck shook his head and walked towards Anna's residence.

Dr. Green followed quickly.

Chuck stopped and turned to look at him.

"Okay, you guys talk, you guys talk."

Only then did Dr. Green realize that Anna and Chuck's world without him was a bit sour but mostly joyful.

This is the first time that Chuck has taken the initiative to come over at other times besides Anna's birthday every year. This is also something he, as a father, has been working hard to achieve. It's so rare!

Chuck walked to the back suite in a familiar manner and glanced at the camera in the corner. The door opened automatically. Upon entering, there was still a bed, a table and two chairs. A beautiful girl in white sat there with a vacant look in her eyes.

Staring at the chess set on the table, when Chuck walked in and the door closed, the girl looked up and showed a touching smile.

"Anna."

Chuck called out, but did not go and sit down opposite the girl in white as usual. Instead, he looked around, swept across the snow cave-like room, his eyes fell on the spider web oil painting, and asked the last question again: "

Who painted it?"

Anna, the girl in white, didn't answer. She just raised her arms, shaking her arms and struggling to get the chess pieces on the chessboard, twisting the chess pieces and placing them on the chessboard, and then looked at Chuck.

Chuck was silent, then glanced at the spider web painting on the wall, walked over, looked at the chess game on the chess board, his eyes condensed, he sat down, stared at the chess board, and fell into deep thought.

Outside, Dr. Green looked at Chuck who had been sitting there all day with no intention of getting up, and felt very happy in his heart.

Although Chuck represents the end point of his scientific research goals, in theory, the better Chuck can overcome his physical defects and integrate into society, the happier he should be, but selfishly speaking, he would rather Chuck not integrate so well, then maybe Chuck

I will spend more time with my daughter like this.

Two days later.

Chuck glanced at Anna, the smiling girl in white, knocked down his king on the chessboard, and chose to admit defeat in this new endgame. He nodded to Anna, stood up and left. When he walked to the door, he looked at the wall on the left

spider web oil painting, paused, and did not ask the question that Anna had not answered.

Ask one, two, not three.

it is more than words.

Back to New Jersey.

The phone just kept ringing.

"Chuck, you finally answered the phone, where have you been?"

Chandler's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Is something wrong?"

Chuck didn't answer the question.

"It's not that I have something wrong, but that I have something wrong with you?"

Chandler complained: "If you didn't know better, you'd think you were just trying to escape in one night."

"Escape from what?"

Chuck said calmly.

"..."

Chandler paused and laughed at himself: "Well, for other people, there may be the possibility of being ruthless, but for you, there is no such possibility, because you were already ruthless before you became ruthless.

.”

"Speaking of business."

Chuck reminded.

"It's nothing, it's just that Amy is a little sad that she can't get through to you."

Chandler said: "You know, as her best friend, I am also your friend and assistant, and I am also Monica's good friend..."

Having said this, he couldn't help but complain: "It's so difficult for me!"

"You play too much."

Chuck said bluntly: "As long as you don't take the initiative to cause drama and let everything take its course, there won't be so many difficulties."

"..."

Chandler's mouth twitched.

You make it easy, but you are not the one being harassed repeatedly.

Well, you did it in the happy moment, and the rest of the tedious communication afterwards became mine, and I became an emotional trash can.

When he was thinking about how to complain, a blind tone came from the phone. Chandler could only face his phone and mutter to himself: "You're welcome~"

Chuck hung up Chandler's phone, and not long after, Amazing Amy called. Listening to her joyful and anxious voice, Chuck expressionlessly accepted the request to meet in the evening.

At night.

When Chuck and Amazing Amy met, there was the sound of snapping photos all around. Amazing Amy apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know they were still following. I know you don't like exposure. I thought I had gotten rid of them..."

"fine."

Chuck said calmly: "I can bear it, as long as you can bear it too."

Amazing Amy was stunned, lowered her head and chewed the words carefully, feeling that there was something in Chuck's words.

That night, the latest news broke out in New York: "It never goes out of style for a hero to save a beauty, and Amazing Amy falls in love with Detective Chuck!"

Monica's apartment.

"Monica, are you okay?"

Rachel and Phoebe looked at their best friends worriedly.

"I'm fine, what can happen to me?"

Monica forced a smile and said: "I have already had psychological expectations."

Looking at the pillow tightly held in Monica's hand, Rachel and Phoebe looked at each other, both a little scared.

Then the phone rang.

"It must be Chuck!"

Rachel's eyes lit up and she went to get it immediately.

"Don't answer!"

Monica screamed, seeing Rachel and Phoebe looking at her fearfully, she quickly took a deep breath to calm down her emotions, and forced a smile: "...I mean, I'll pick it up."

Rachel and Phoebe both laughed so hard at Monica's forced twist.

"It's Peggy."

Monica walked over to take a look and said with complicated eyes: "Okay, I'll be there right away."

"What's wrong Peggy?"

Rachel and Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief.

"She feels a little uncomfortable and needs me."

Monica cheered up a little, turned her eyes away from the TV with difficulty, picked up the keys, and left the apartment quickly.

New Jersey.

In a single-family house next to Princeton, Cheryl and Tracy were also watching TV. After so many things happened, even though their father was willing to let them all come to school, he also tightened security and rented a house next to the school for them.

The house is equipped with female bodyguards 24 hours a day.

"She's just like me..."

Tracy smiled bitterly: "There will be many more like this in the future. I don't have anything special with him."

"Not everyone is like this."

Cheryl was also very jealous, but she could only comfort her sad sister: "Look, he saved Justine. Didn't Justine fall in love with him? Don't scare yourself, you are so beautiful..."

"Amazing Amy is so beautiful and so famous."

Trish shook her head: "How can I compare with her?"

Cheryl almost blurted out the word 'I', but she didn't say it out and could only keep comforting her sister.

Washington DC.

In a high-end community, a middle-aged white woman had sad eyes. She kept pressing the remote control to change the channel. When she switched to the current news broadcast on the TV station in New York, she suddenly shouted: "Ted! Ted!"

"What's wrong?"

A middle-aged African-American man came out of the study and said warmly.

"It says that this amazing detective, Chuck, took less than a day to rescue the magical Amy who was kidnapped and imprisoned. We should ask him to come over and help us find our Corioll!"

the middle-aged white woman pointed at the TV and shouted.

"Dear, we have found too many so-called detectives in the past two years..."

Ted, a middle-aged African-American man, sighed and wanted to comfort his wife who was overly sad because of the disappearance of their daughter. He glanced at the TV, suddenly paused, walked over and looked at it carefully, and murmured to himself: "It's him..."

"You know him?"

Middle-aged white woman is overjoyed.

"do not know."

The middle-aged African-American man said, looking past his wife and landing on the table, where there was a photo of him in military uniform, holding his wife and daughter in his arms: "But he looks very reliable.

Unlike those detectives who claim to be detectives but have no abilities at all, we can give it a try."

(End of chapter)