The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 272 Mia: I can’t breathe!

Underground morgue.

"Hi~"

When the forensic doctor from the police station saw the two beauties Mia and Nicole, his eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand to wave.

Then they found that their eyes were all on the body covered with cloth in front of him, and some said sarcastically: "You may have to be mentally prepared, the body was seriously damaged by the sand."

"Open it."

Randy ordered.

The forensic doctor nodded and slowly opened the cloth.

Mia's eyes widened through the window, and she couldn't help shouting: "Oh, my god!"

"Is this your husband?"

Randy asked.

"no!"

Mia shook her head in horror, turned around, covered her mouth and rushed out.

"I'll go see her."

Nicole nodded to Chuck and the two of them and quickly chased after them.

"Is it my imagination? Since he is not her husband, why does she still look like she has seen a ghost?"

Randy looked at Chuck strangely.

Before Chuck could speak, the forensic doctor directly interjected: "It's the first time for ordinary people to see a corpse. It's like this. There's nothing surprising about it."

"Yeah?"

Randy suddenly showed a reserved but uncontrollable pride: "I think it was different when I first went out to the police and saw the corpse! It's like I was born with it."

"That is!"

The forensic doctor flattered him: "Otherwise, why would you be the chief?"

Randy became even more happy until the forensic doctor took out a lunch box and stood in front of the body to eat. When he saw him looking over, he handed it to him and said politely: "Director, would you like some?"

The food in the lunch box was a mess mixed with ketchup. Randy watched the forensic doctor eating happily, waved his hand directly, and then said to Chuck: "Let's go."

He said something and walked out first.

But before leaving the underground morgue, Randy couldn't hold it any longer and leaned over to vomit.

The forensic doctor was not surprised when he heard the movement outside, and a joking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He most likes to watch those scenes where people pretend to be strong and handsome in front of him for only three seconds.

"Detective Chuck, would you like some?"

The forensic doctor made another pitch to Chuck who hadn't left yet.

It's obvious that his bad taste hasn't dissipated yet.

"No."

Chuck shook his head and refused, glanced at the forensic doctor with a joking face, pointed out his ketchup recipe, and then gave his own improvement plan.

"Does it taste better this way?"

The forensic doctor was very suspicious of this.

"That depends on what you think."

Chuck said calmly: "This is the formula I know that is most suitable for your temperament, imitated with technology and hard work. Not to mention Randy's, even Dr. House will give a thumbs up and say it tastes pure!"

"Does it suit my temperament?"

The forensic doctor looked confused.

Chuck looked at the badly mangled corpse in front of him, and then at the delicious meal he was eating in front of him.

"..."

The forensic doctor froze there: "You really know how to joke!"

"Do I look like a joke?"

Chuck said expressionlessly.

"...You must be scaring me."

The forensic doctor forced a smile and said: "How do you know what it smells like, and even specially prepared a formula with a similar taste through artificial synthesis?"

"Do you know Dr. House?"

Chuck asked.

"Of course I know you!"

The forensic doctor is also a doctor, so he naturally knows the famous Dr. House nearby.

"This is the dictation he provided."

Chuck said seriously, then took a deep look at the corpse with a severely damaged head, and left.

The forensic doctor remembered the legend in the forensic circle that Dr. House was very unhygienic. As long as he felt that there was no problem with the logic, he would often try it directly on his hands and mouth to rule out whether a disease was caused by food as quickly as possible.

When I lowered my head and looked again, my whole body felt bad. The more I thought about it, the more nauseated I became. Finally, I poured the paste in the lunch box into the trash can and started to vomit.

Chuck walked around Randy, who was resting on the wall, and went up.

Mia and Nicole were no longer in the police station, but were talking in the distance outside the police station. Chuck looked at them.

for a long time.

Mia noticed the sight, thought of something, turned pale and quickly turned sideways.

Chuck had already walked over and said to Mia: "Follow me!"

"Where to go? Why?"

Nicole stopped in front of Mia.

"Go to my office."

Chuck ignored her and looked at Mia: "Isn't your husband missing and you need to find him? For Dr. Wilson's sake, I took this case."

"No."

Nicole refused: "We have already reported the crime. If we need help from a detective, we will also find other people. We can't afford Detective Chuck."

"I can afford it."

Chuck said calmly: "Mia is the heir of St. Ansel's Boys' School. Since I have no problem and money is not a problem, what other problems would make a person who urgently needs to find her missing husband refuse such help?"

Mia and Nicole fell silent immediately.

"follow me!"

Chuck said again and flagged down a taxi.

Mia looked at Nicole in horror, waiting for her to make up her mind.

"We have a car, I'll take you there."

Nicole shook Mia's hand and gritted her teeth.

"Need not!"

Chuck looked at her: "I want to talk to the client. Are you the client?"

"Mia has a bad heart and needs someone to accompany her!"

Nicole tried to make eye contact with Chuck.

"Have you brought your medicine?"

Chuck looked at Mia.

"Take it, take it."

Mia stammered.

"She has medicine, I know first aid, and the car is fast. Even if something happens, I can send her to the hospital as soon as possible."

Chuck looked at Nicole expressionlessly: "So is there any other reason why you have to follow?"

"Of course!"

Nicole said with a bad face: "You are a man and Mia is a woman, I am worried! And even if we really hire you to be our private detective, I don't understand why you are not allowed to accompany you?"

"Do you really need me to speak so clearly?"

Chuck asked.

Mia trembled.

Nicole remained silent, took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her suit pocket, took out one, lit it, took a deep breath, and said with stubborn eyes: "We want to hear it."

"You are bisexual!"

Chuck said calmly: "I like Mia, but now that Mia's husband is missing for no reason, you have motives and suspicions.

If I exclude you and talk to the person involved alone, do you still want to follow me closely?"

The cigarette ashes in Nicole's hand flickered and scattered. She was silent for a moment. She blocked Chuck's sight with her back, made eye contact with Mia, and said.

"Then go ahead. If he dares to touch you, call me immediately and we will sue him!"

Mia understood Nicole's eyes. Although she was still frightened, she could only nod in agreement and followed Chuck into the taxi to Ping'an Town.

The whole journey was silent.

Even though Mia peeked at Chuck repeatedly, she found that he had no intention of speaking.

Arrive at the office in Ping'an Town.

Secretary Helen glanced at Mia and took the initiative to say hello: "Mrs. Baran."

Mia just smiled sadly at her and followed Chuck into the back office obediently.

Secretary Helen looked at the photo of her and her niece Jane on her desk, and looked at the smiling Jane in the photo, and couldn't help but sigh.

The reason why she urged Jane to come over in the first place was that in addition to those extremely domineering ladies, there were also ladies who were ordinary but extremely charming.

The principal's wife of St. Anselm School, the largest church boarding school near Pingan Town, is one of them.

I thought that Chuck would not have any intersection with her, especially since Jane came from Las Vegas, so even if there was an intersection, it would be nothing.

But now, not only did Jane lose her mind, she left Chuck's side, became an assistant and went to do dangerous FBI field work.

Now this alternative threat appears beside Chuck unexpectedly.

This made her aunt completely heartbroken.

"sit!"

After Chuck sat down, he said something, turned on the computer and looked at it.

Mia sat opposite, looking around the office uneasily, glancing at Chuck from time to time. Seeing that Chuck just looked at the computer screen and didn't speak, she became more and more uneasy.

"Do you know why I know you have money?"

Chuck asked suddenly.

"Because you know me."

Mia glanced at the secretary Helen outside.

"right."

Chuck nodded: "I have donated money to all nearby schools, but I have not donated to your school. Do you know?"

"Know."

Mia nodded.

As a rich man and with such a great reputation, Chuck's every move in Ping'an Town will be magnified, which naturally includes public charitable donations.

As the largest church school near Ping'an Town, St. Anselm's Boys' School did not receive Chuck's donation, which itself aroused a lot of discussion.

"You don't agree with Guy's school philosophy."

"You don't agree either, do you?"

Chuck said: "The original St. Anseln Boys' School was a church school. Although it was inevitable to instill some church values, it was generally normal.

But since you returned to secular life and inherited the school, married your current husband Guy, wrote his name on the school's equity book, and let him take over the management rights, he began drastic reforms.

Now when you mention St. Anselm Boys' School, do you know what other people's first reaction is?"

"Correction school..."

Mia smiled bitterly.

How could she not know!

Chuck directly turned the computer screen, faced Mia, and played an advertisement. On the screen, a man in a suit and ties faced the camera: "Failure, depression, pessimism, rebellion, defeat, why?

There are always people with ulterior motives who create a bunch of theories to blame you, parents of your children, don’t worry! None of these things will happen at St. Anselm Boys’ School..."

"Is there a Thunder King in your school?"

Chuck asked.

"What?"

Mia was stunned for a moment, then keenly grasped the meaning of this code name, and immediately shook her head: "We will never treat our children like that!"

That’s right!

The so-called correctional school is a special school where parents send some bad children who cannot be controlled by themselves and use coercive means to correct these children.

It is conceivable that St. Anseln Boys' School, which was originally a church boys' school, has undergone earth-shaking changes after the principal changed its policy and even took out advertisements to promote it.

Parents who originally sent their children to study transferred their children away one after another, and those who stayed, and a steady stream of children with "problems" were sent from all over the country, completely turning the missionary boys' school into a correctional school.

"What a pity."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "At least this treatment method should be effective for little Howard who just entered your school."

"Little Howard?"

Mia was surprised: "Are you talking about Howard Wolowitz?"

"Um."

Chuck nodded: "His mother had just moved him from Pasadena, and because of some well-known things, his mother wanted to correct some of his bad habits.

After all, she shares a bathroom with him, and she chose your school right away, which shows that your school’s advertisement was not in vain.”

"This is not what I expected."

Mia sighed.

"It seems that little Howard also left a deep impression on you."

Chuck pushed back the computer screen.

"Um."

Mia laughed and said: "He is indeed impressive, especially when he treats Nicole..."

When she said this, she couldn't say it out loud.

"She is not a kind person."

Chuck looked at her.

"who?"

Mia was stunned: "Nicole? She is a good person."

"Do you know her?"

Chuck asked.

"Um."

Mia explained: "She is an English teacher in school. She is good at writing and is very good...and she also takes good care of me. It's not what you think. We have a very good relationship, like best friends."

"Have you ever seen her write?"

Chuck looked at her.

"That's not true."

Mia shook her head.

"Let me read a few paragraphs to you..."

Chuck read a few words.

Mia was immediately surprised and murmured: "She writes crime suspense novels..."

"It is not a simple crime suspense novel. It has twists and turns and touching details. It is beyond the comparison of ordinary writers."

Chuck looked at her: "Why does such a novelist, who can be famous and have both fame and fortune, want to be an ordinary English teacher in your school?

Do you still have to endure being abused? Don't look at me like that. There are obvious signs of being punched in the corners of her eyes that have not healed.

Don't tell her it's all for you. Trust me, she may like you, but she definitely doesn't like you that much.

So tell me, why did she do this?"

"Why?"

Mia was stunned, a little unimaginable, and subconsciously asked Chuck directly.

"You said your husband was missing, but you didn't really want my help. When you identified the body at the police station and saw that the body was not your husband, it was like seeing a ghost."

Chuck looked at her: "Your husband's bill is spent on alcohol. He is obviously an alcoholic. He should be the one who beat her.

In that kind of closed school, only the principal can prevent you, the principal's wife, from being able to speak for your best friend.

And since he beat her, he will certainly not make an exception for you.

For crime suspense novels to be well written and the details to be so touching, one must have a deep understanding of the crime process.

Do you need me to say more?"

After saying this, Mia looked at him in horror, covering her heart, and said calmly: "Don't be nervous. If I guessed correctly, your husband is not dead yet."

"What?"

Mia gasped loudly.

"Your husband is not dead!"

Chuck stood up and walked to her side, helping her gasp and breathe smoothly: "No matter how she encouraged you to do it before, they are trying to set you up."

"Why?"

Mia held Chuck's hand, took a deep breath, her eyes were full of incomprehension, and she no longer denied some things.

In fact, when she saw Chuck looking at them when she was discussing with Nicole outside the police station, she already had a hint of awareness.

Because she knew about Chuck's miraculous qualities, lip reading was not at the top of the list of these miraculous things.

"You are a former nun, which means you believe in the existence of God and the devil."

Chuck looked down at the cross on her chest: "And your heart is not good, so there is a high chance that you will be scared to death.

Once you die of a heart attack, you can perfectly inherit the ownership of the school.

As for her, she can not only write a crime suspense novel that will become a god in one book, but also get a lot of hush money from your husband.

It’s not even limited to that.”

(End of chapter)