The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 181 Chuck: You have a beautiful idea! The system girl’s nine-square grid!

"what's the matter?"

After Chuck closed the door, he continued to pack his things and asked.

"Are you leaving?"

Angela looked at such a calm Chuck, who was originally in a slightly sluggish mood due to drinking, but immediately calmed down a lot without the support of the subsequent atmosphere.

"It's over now, so I have to leave naturally."

Chuck said.

"What about the bones?"

Angela asked subconsciously.

"What should she do?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"..."

Angela was speechless. Only then did she truly understand the rationality of scientists conducting experiments and the division of labor between leading scientists and scientist assistants.

After Dr. Bones told his assistant Zach what to do, he really didn't ask any more questions, let alone care about Zach's daily life.

But for her, an artist, this kind of rationality is a bit cruel, and simply ruthless.

"what's the matter?"

Chuck had already packed up, turned around to look at Angela who was stunned, and repeated the question just now.

"Can't I come to you if nothing happens?"

Angela originally wanted to talk directly, but when she met Chuck's too calm gaze, she laughed out loud because of the alcohol: "A beautiful woman knocked on the door in the middle of the night, what do you think is going on?"

"cannot!"

Chuck said straightforwardly: "I like peace and quiet. Don't come to me if you have anything to do. As for the beauty, I don't mean any disrespect, but you are not above the experimental baseline, or even near the experimental baseline. There is no special status blessing, and there is no experiment at all.

Basics, and if you drink, I don’t."

"Doesn't being a bone bestie count as a special status blessing?"

Angela was a little embarrassed. She was about to leave it alone and talk about the business, but she blurted out.

"It doesn't count."

Chuck shook his head: "Don't even think about good things."

"...What good things have I thought of?"

Angela said speechlessly.

"When you come up with this idea, your goal is whether I have more bones or more bones. You know it in your heart."

Chuck looked at her calmly: "Normally you would not say such things, so my suggestion is, don't drink anymore. It will damage your nerves and lower your IQ."

That’s right!

At first glance, Angela seems to have the same wide-ranging interests as Kelinda, the investigator at Aunt Leonard Jr.'s law firm in Chicago.

Under normal circumstances, this identity plus the identity of best friends can be used as an experimental reference group.

But Angela is too far away from the baseline of experimental appearance, which greatly compromises her dual identity.

And this kind of identity is not uncommon in the world of American dramas, and is even very common.

Not to mention other things, let’s talk about Monica’s best friends, Rachel and Phoebe. Not only do their looks reach the experimental baseline, but they also have this dual identity to a greater or lesser extent.

In addition, this kind of situation is common in the world of American dramas and will become more and more serious in the future, so Angela's conscious identity blessing is completely meaningless.

"..."

Angela was choked and dumbfounded. Seeing Chuck looking into her eyes, she couldn't help but avoid looking at her. Thousands of words finally turned into one sentence: "Let's get down to business, I came here this time for the bones."

Chuck was not surprised by this and did not say anything. He just looked at her and waited for further explanation.

"Do you know Bones' family situation?"

After Angela got down to business, she finally felt a little more comfortable. She looked at Chuck again and saw Chuck shaking his head, shrugging and complaining: "Of course you don't know. You left directly after that without having any deeper spiritual communication with Bones."

.

But as Bones' best friend, I still want to tell you that Bones has always had a knot in her heart, that is, her parents suddenly left when she was 15 years old, and their whereabouts are unknown. What was originally a happy family has been shattered since then.

Her ex-boyfriend Pete often complained that she was unwilling to continue a long-term relationship because of this. Although we all don't like his psychological analysis, as a psychiatrist, Pete is still somewhat capable.

I believe this judgment.

Since you are a detective and you are so close to Bones, you should help Bones resolve this knot and help her find out the whereabouts of her parents.

how do you say?"

"No!"

Chuck refused outright.

"Why?"

Angela looked at him dissatisfied: "This is just a piece of cake for you. Isn't Bones worth even this request?"

"She didn't speak."

Chuck directly pointed out the key point: "You are not her, and you cannot make this kind of decision for her."

"Why?"

Angela was unconvinced and said: "I am her best and only best friend! I feel that I have the responsibility and right to make this kind of decision for her!"

"No, you didn't."

Chuck shook his head: "You are you, and she is her. Once the truth is found out, and the truth is more cruel than the current situation, then she will be the most seriously injured, not you. As a best friend, you can only comfort her, and

I cannot bear this pain on her behalf."

"But if I, as her only best friend, don't take any action, then God knows how long she will keep these things in her heart?"

Angela said excitedly: "Did you know she has a biological brother? The relationship between them was the best at first, but since her parents suddenly disappeared, they have become strangers. Under the calm appearance, there are many scars. We

If you don't help her repair it, how long do you think it will take for her to be willing to face this given her character? One year? Ten years? Or a lifetime?"

"You can tell her directly."

Chuck glanced at her, recognized her friendship in his heart, and reminded: "Let her make her own decision. She has my phone number. If she figures it out and needs it, she will naturally call me."

"Can't you be more proactive?"

Angela looked at Chuck expectantly: "Work with me to persuade her to get rid of her knot as soon as possible."

“Haste makes waste.”

Chuck shook his head: "Everyone has their own rhythm, let her make her own decision."

"All right."

Seeing Chuck's firm attitude, Angela could only agree in frustration, and left with an angry remark: "I, an ugly girl, will not pollute your eyes here."

As a mixed race, she has always been considered a beautiful woman. She also studied art in college and has her own understanding of beauty. She is even more confident that her appearance and temperament are definitely not inferior to anyone else, but when it comes to Chuck, she...

It was far from reaching any experimental baseline, which made her very unhappy.

In the past, she could barely bear it because of her best friend's important matter, but now she saw that Chuck didn't give him any face. Although the rejection was justified, she just felt very unhappy.

Chuck said nothing and watched her leave. He raised his glasses, walked to the window and looked outside.

"asshole!"

Angela left muttering, because she thought so highly of Chuck and her best friend, but when she came to Chuck's mouth, she got this kind of evaluation.

On a high-rise building, an old man in his fifties or sixties with a kind face looked at Angela with a telescope and said to himself: "He is indeed a bastard."

"More asshole than you?"

At this moment, a calm voice sounded in the ear of the kind old man, which made the hair on the hair of the kind old man explode. He rolled on the spot, dodged the person who came out of nowhere, and almost came face to face with him.

Looking at the face below.

"you!"

After the kind old man dodged, he subconsciously touched the gun at his waist, but when reminded by Chuck's eyes, he forcibly put it down and stood up again. He didn't say a word, but stared at Chuck with burning eyes.

Chuck looked at him calmly.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time on the rooftop.

In the end, as expected, the kind old man was defeated. Their eyes met, and Chuck had never lost before.

"Who are you?"

The kind old man looked away slightly: "Why did you suddenly appear here? And how did you come to me without me noticing?"

"You know who I am."

Chuck said: "I don't like hearing people call me names."

"..."

The kind old man was speechless.

He didn't believe that Chuck came to him because of this. Is there any superpower in this world? How could he curse one second and the person he was scolded appear next to him the next second?

"I do not know what you're talking about."

The kind old man put away the telescope, coughed slightly, said something, and then slowly backed away, preparing to leave the rooftop.

"You won't stop me?"

The kind old man walked to the entrance and exit, and when he saw Chuck motionless, he couldn't help but wonder.

"You want me to stop it?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

The kind old man looked at Chuck deeply: "Do you know who I am?"

"Know."

Chuck nodded.

"who I am?"

The kind old man asked.

"To Angela, a guy who is worse than a jerk."

Chuck said bluntly.

The kind old man was silent for a moment and said with a wry smile: "How do you know?"

"I'm a detective."

Chuck said: "Although you have had plastic surgery, your eyes and ears have not been plastic surgery."

"With just your eyes and ears, can you confirm my identity?"

The kind old man looked at Chuck in disbelief.

"Eyes are fine, ears are fine too, you don't have to have both."

Chuck said bluntly: "Everyone's eyes and ears are unique."

The kind old man looked at Chuck in amazement and was speechless for a long time. If everyone was like Chuck, wouldn't his plastic surgery be in vain? Maybe he can think of a way to do it for his ears, but he can't also have plastic surgery for his eyes, right?

"wrong!"

The kind old man suddenly thought of something and looked at Chuck warily: "Tell Angela that you don't know her family situation!"

"I really don't know."

Chuck said calmly: "But this does not prevent me from seeing your photos. Presumably you also saw that I was invited to Bones' house to do experiments."

"..."

The corners of the kind old man's mouth twitched. As the woman's father, he really wanted to curse him, damn he was invited to do the experiment.

It's just that he didn't have the position to scold him, because what Chuck said was indeed the truth.

That’s right!

He is the target person that Angela came to find Chuck tonight, Dr. Bones, the biological father who suddenly disappeared with her mother when she was fifteen years old.

He had plastic surgery and changed his name, but he still lives with his bones.

Bones couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and called to invite Chuck over, which he saw with his own eyes.

Although he didn't agree with this lifestyle, he couldn't say anything.

Tonight, Angela, as her daughter's best friend, came over to knock on the door of a man who had just had close contact with her daughter after drinking. As an old father, he immediately followed her to spy on her, fearing that her daughter's only best friend, Angela, was also just pretending.

One set makes a set of green tea.

To his relief, Angela was not a rare good friend.

What made him unhappy was that Chuck was really a bastard, too rational and cold-blooded.

"Boy!"

The kind old man's eyes changed, his whole temperament changed, he looked a little sharp, and he looked directly at Chuck: "Since you know who I am, then listen up, stay away from her from now on."

"As I said before, she has my phone number and will naturally call me if she needs it."

Chuck was indifferent to the old man's sudden change in temperament: "This is her choice."

"Then you can make your own choice and refuse to answer her call."

The old man squinted his eyes and said: "I checked you, and I don't deny that you are indeed very powerful, but the greater your ability, the greater your ability to cause trouble. Look at the people you provoke, I often see your name listed on the dark web.

On the assassination mission list, I really don’t know how you survived until now. I don’t want her to be so close to a dangerous guy like you, I want to protect her!”

"I doubt it."

Chuck said calmly: "Maybe you have some ability, but this ability is not enough to be praised. Otherwise, it would not have been so many years, and you would not dare to show up to meet your daughter."

"what do you know?!"

The old man said with some emotion: "I am doing it for her safety. You have no idea how scary those people are."

"The dead are not to be feared."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "Especially for bones, what makes her most at ease are dead people, and dead people who have been dead for a long time and only have bones left."

"..."

The old man fell silent immediately.

He could tell that what Chuck meant was that if he was really capable, he would have killed all the bad guys who could threaten his daughter's safety. After so many years, the bad guys would have been reduced to their skeletons.

This is the best outcome for my daughter.

Of course he wanted to too.

It's just that he can't do it!

If anyone else had said these words, he would have ridiculed them for not knowing anything, but for Chuck, who had the ability to shock him, these words to him did not seem to be completely empty jokes.

Maybe if it were Chuck, he could really do this, and then father, daughter and father would be reunited long ago.

"How did you find out I was here?"

The old man suppressed these tumbling thoughts. After calming down, he asked a technical question. Then, without waiting for Chuck's answer, he said to himself: "Yes, I copied Angela's mobile phone sim card so that I can monitor her."

You have a mobile phone, but there are always traces when the signal is transmitted. You are so powerful, naturally you will not let this kind of disguised monitoring of your behavior, there must be countermeasures, you can monitor the transmission of signals around you, and then track it."

Chuck didn't respond.

What the old man said is right, but he doesn't need to actively monitor this.

He has Anna!

Seeing that his sharp edge had no effect on Chuck, the old man regained his composure and turned into the most harmless and kind old man. He took a deep look at Chuck and disappeared at the entrance.

New Hampshire.

refuge.

Underground secret room.

The girl in white, Anna, stared blankly at the densely packed small TV screens. The one in the middle was from the rooftop overlooking the city.

On the screen to the left of the small TV in the middle, there is a strong man wearing a mask and covered with guns who rushes into the place dressed as monsters and monsters and kills them. A group of ferocious and terrifying "monsters" are crying and howling.

The young man tied in the middle burst into tears and laughter after being shocked. The howls of ghosts and gunshots could not be suppressed.

On the screen to the right of the small TV in the middle, there is a girl in red practicing her fighting skills, rolling on the ground from time to time and shooting tiny darts from her wrist, hitting the target accurately.

On the screen next to the small TV in the middle, there is a little girl with beautiful faces looking at an oil painting of herself. She walks to the mirror and looks at herself in the mirror. A mysterious and charming figure appears on the left corner of her lips.

With a sinister smile.

In the upper right corner, on the screen slightly connected to the small TV in the middle, is an ordinary-looking girl driving stakes outside the villa.

In the lower right corner, on the screen that is slightly connected to the small TV in the middle, is a man with a playful smile, holding his lovely daughter and walking in the mall with his beautiful wife.

In the upper left corner, on the screen that is slightly connected to the small TV in the middle, is an Indian professional woman wearing a black silk hip skirt and high heels. She is observing in front of a door. After being discovered, her face suddenly changes and she starts telling a story.

, dispelled the administrator's vigilance, and asked the administrator to take out the key and open the door, successfully entering the room.

Further to the left, there is a man with a forensic work permit hanging on his chest. He is observing a crime scene. He listens to his Asian bald colleagues talking dirty words, and a stiff smile appears at the corner of his mouth.

The girl in white, Anna, stretched out her hand tremblingly and started operating on the keyboard. On a screen farther away, the figure of the kind old man disappeared and appeared on the left side of the middle screen. To the left of the masked man who was killing people, he smiled stiffly.

forensic screen below.

(End of chapter)