The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 277 On the verge of crisis! Chuck, you don’t want anything to happen to Susan, right?

late at night.

After the party at Howard Jr.'s house, Chuck drove Mia and Monica, who was half-pushed and half-followed by all the old friends, back to the mountainside villa.

"This is the guest room. You can stay here first. If you need anything, just tell me..."

Once she got rid of all the old friends, after Monica got over the initial embarrassment, as soon as she arrived at the mountainside villa, she was as enthusiastic as a hostess and started greeting and arranging for Mia without Chuck having to say anything.

"Thank you so much, Monica."

Mia is sincerely grateful.

"nothing."

Monica looked at the weak Mia, shook her head and said with a smile: "We will be friends from now on. Friends should help each other. Maybe in the future, if I give birth to an uneasy son, he will be sent to your school."

Here, I want you to worry more."

"You will be the best mother."

Mia did not explain that she would not open another correctional school after taking over, but just looked at Monica with a smile.

"Then you must have the opportunity to become a mother first."

Monica was very happy at first, then glanced at Chuck's master bedroom, her eyes dimmed a little, and she forced a smile.

"You must be tired after a busy day. I won't disturb your rest. I'll be right next door."

With that said, he closed the door of the guest room and walked to the guest room next door.

Mia looked at the guest room for a while, washed up, and lay down on the bed. She huddled up, holding the cross on her chest with both hands, and chanted the prayer she had learned when she was a nun, over and over again.

Fell asleep in a daze.

Until I was awakened by a vaguely strange and penetrating sound.

She opened her eyes suddenly, let go of the cross in her hand, and after listening attentively, she got up and walked to the door, opened the door, came to the corridor, and followed the sound to the master bedroom.

The sound of classic scientific research came from the master bedroom.

Um.

The topic is the linear correlation between biological psychology and physical momentum.

"Will Mia stay here forever?"

From being a novice in scientific research to having the courage to challenge weaknesses, Monica, who is now a mature scientific research assistant, asked distractedly while following the progress of scientific research.

Obviously, even though she sympathized with Mia's experience, she was still distracted by the fact that a young woman like Mia was suddenly so close to Chuck.

Otherwise, she doesn't have Chuck's ability to multi-task. Under such intense scientific research, she would be completely distracted.

"Won't."

Chuck's voice came out: "She lives in an old castle inherited from her family. How can she always live here."

"Then even if she comes to stay occasionally, she can't stay in my guest room."

Monica emphasized.

"If you are willing to let her live there, I won't let her live there either."

Chuck said bluntly.

Monica couldn't help laughing.

She knows why.

Because she came often and stayed in that guest room all the time, Chuck, who had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, assumed that the guest room belonged to her.

Now it's just a matter of getting the exact answer from Chuck.

After being ridiculous, she suddenly stopped laughing. Normally she would have tolerated it, but at this moment, she finally asked: "If other people come more often... can this villa be suitable for living?"

"

"This is not a problem."

Chuck calmly faced this fatal problem for ordinary people.

"How to say?"

Monica asked.

"This villa is just a temporary residence. The official residence in the future will definitely be the castle."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "It's enough for filming school scenes, and one castle is not enough, so just buy a few more. It will be enough no matter what."

"..."

Monica was speechless.

What a magical old castle. One of them is not enough, so I need to buy a few more!

Then she would rather live in this mountainside villa forever.

Outside the master bedroom.

Mia stood there quietly for a long time, then turned around and walked back to her guest room.

In the master bedroom.

Chuck glanced outside the door and used physical science to get Monica, who was speechless, to continue participating in the scientific research discussion.

Mia returned to the guest room, sat in front of the dressing table, and looked in the mirror. She didn't turn on the light, only the moonlight from outside the room came in, making it vaguely bright.

Mia in the mirror is blurry.

But at a glance, it will make people stare back in horror.

Those eyes were no longer weak and helpless, but filled with a different kind of madness. He just stared at the mirror, took the handbag, took out the mobile phone from inside, and dialed a number.

"911, how can I help you?"

After the 911 dispatcher's voice sounded on the other end of the phone, Mia hung up the phone.

She sent another text message, then deleted the messages and phone calls, put away her phone, walked back to the bed, opened her hands in the shape of a cross, lay back and fell heavily on the bed.

The next day.

Monica hummed a little tune and started cleaning together with Justine who came over to clean. Seeing that it was getting late and Mia hadn't gotten up yet, she came over and knocked on the door.

"Mia, are you up?"

A knock on the door woke Mia up, but she suddenly opened her eyes, took a big breath, agreed, and wanted to get up, but there was a burst of pain under her body, making her shrink into a ball and moan.

"Mia, are you okay?"

Monica knocked on the door again.

"I'm fine."

Mia looked pale, barely suppressed the pain, and agreed.

"Chuck has left early. Why don't you come out and have breakfast first?"

Monica said through the door.

"I'm not hungry."

Mia reluctantly agreed again, then huddled tightly in a ball. After Monica stopped saying anything and left, she started to cry softly.

After a long time, she got used to the pain, then she insisted on getting up, holding on to the wall and walked into the bathroom to check herself.

After a while.

Along with the sound of bathing, her increasingly painful cries could be heard faintly in the bathroom.

When Monica saw Mia again, she saw that her eyes were red and swollen, her whole body looked so weak and heartbreaking, and her eyes were blank and lifeless compared to before.

"Mia, what's wrong with you?"

Mia then focused on Monica's face and looked at Monica intently for a while. When Monica touched her face for no apparent reason to make sure there was nothing on her face, she shook her head and lowered her head to look.

The cross on his chest does not speak.

"I'm still sad about that."

Monica thought for a while, realized what she was thinking, looked at Mia who was hanging her head with pity in her eyes, and comforted her.

"A woman can have a smooth life, but who won't meet a few scumbags? Don't worry, things will get better in the future..."

After comforting her for a long time, Mia raised her head, avoided looking at Monica, and said, "I want to go out later."

"I send you!"

Monica is very enthusiastic.

"No!"

Mia's voice rose a little higher. Seeing Monica's surprise, she lowered her head and said, "If possible, I want to go by myself."

"That's fine."

Monica didn't think much and nodded: "There are plenty of cars in the garage. I'll help you get the keys. If you need anything, just call us. Don't worry!"

"Um."

Mia softly agreed in her nose, watching Monica's back as she stood up to get the key, clutching the cross on her chest with complicated eyes.

After getting the key, Mia drove away from the mountainside villa, walked around for a long time, found a small clinic, went in secretly, gave a false name, and found a female doctor to check it out.

Then he rejected the female doctor's suggestion to help, and hurriedly came out in the eyes of the female doctor who sighed.

After driving away from the clinic, she stopped in a deserted place and cried bitterly. Finally, she returned to the mountainside villa, returned to the guest room, entered the bathroom, took the medicine prescribed to her by the female doctor, and healed herself.

Then he held the cross on his chest, knelt beside the bed and began to pray, and his eyes regained a trace of life.

A remote side road in New Jersey.

Chuck drove over and a car was already parked here.

When I saw Chuck's car, a woman got out of the car, but it was Susan from the IRS.

"Why here?"

Chuck got out of the car, glanced at Susan, who looked unhappy, and looked into the car: "What happened?"

Under his gaze, another woman got out of the car, it was Nicole who was smoking.

"Chuck, I need your help."

Susan trembled and started smoking.

"explain!"

Chuck glanced at Nicole expressionlessly.

"Let me tell you."

Nicole pulled over, put her arm around Susan's shoulders, and looked at Chuck: "Maybe you have some misunderstandings about me, but I'm not a bad person, I just want to help Mia.

Now that things have developed to this point, I don't want them to.

I know you, and I advise Gale to take a step back.

But he was not willing to give in.

I think this is the difference between men and women. We are more willing to compromise and cooperate, while men are more inclined to fight.

In order to gain your and Mia’s understanding, I thought of G!

She and I are old friends.

I also know that you are friends with her, so I called her and asked her to come forward and help us mediate.

Although G was a little surprised when we contacted him again after many years, he was still very enthusiastic and came over immediately.

While we were discussing, Gale came in drunk, said he heard our conversation, and started to force himself on me.

Of course G helps me.

But we are all women and we are no match for him.

At the critical moment, I found an ice pick and handed it to G...and then G accidentally killed him."

"Where did you get the ice pick?"

Chuck glanced at Susan, who was trembling and smoking silently, and stared at Nicole.

"That's an antique from the castle."

Nicole explained: "I used to think it was quite artistic, so I put it in the house as a decoration."

"Did you do it?"

Chuck ignored Nicole and looked at Susan.

Susan nodded silently.

"Where's the body?"

Chuck asked again.

"It's in the trunk."

Nicole pointed to the trunk.

"Open."

Chuck said expressionlessly.

Nicole obediently went over and opened the trunk, revealing a box. When she opened the box, she revealed Principal Gale who was still staring at death.

Chuck is not Mia, he is naturally dead and faked.

So this time he was really dead, and the fatal wound was an ice pick stuck in his chest.

"We don't know how to deal with it, so we can only ask you for help."

Nicole looked at Chuck: "What should we do now?"

"Of course the police were called."

After checking the body, Chuck said expressionlessly: "You are just acting in self-defense, it's no big deal."

"no!"

Nicole immediately refused, and when Chuck looked over, she explained: "The police won't believe us. Mia and I called the police to report that Gail was missing.

Now that he is dead again and brought here by us, we can’t explain why...

And even if I made it clear in the end, after all, I was burdened with suspicion, so it didn't matter to me.

But G works for the Internal Revenue Service, and such a good job cannot be lost because of this."

Susan also looked over, with a complicated expression.

"Since you thought so clearly, why did you just take the body out instead of leaving it where it is to ensure that there is more evidence to prove that you were acting in self-defense?"

Chuck said calmly: "What do you want me to do now?"

Nicole was silent for a moment, shook her head and said, "I only remembered this after the fact. Now I have no choice but to ask you for help."

"Is she really your good friend?"

Chuck looked at Susan.

Susan glanced at Nicole and said, "We used to be colleagues."

"Do you have the leverage in her hands?"

Chuck asked again.

"I've done some wrong things in the past..."

Susan whispered.

"Besides the wrong things you did as a lesbian, are there any other mistakes?"

Chuck asked calmly.

"……you know?"

Susan was stunned.

Chuck gave him a self-aware look.

Susan knew she had asked a stupid question: "I'm afraid you will know everything after our first meeting."

"Believe me, just go and report the crime."

Chuck said: "I can win this case. Even if your job is affected a little afterwards, it doesn't matter. If the old ones don't go away and the new ones don't come back, I guarantee that you will have a satisfactory job."

"no!"

Nicole could see that Susan was moving and shouted: "I don't want to go to jail. If I really go to jail, under that kind of pressure, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear to tell everything, including what happened with Mia before."

"You do not trust me?"

Chuck looked at Nicole expressionlessly.

"It's not that I don't believe you..."

Nicole didn't dare to look directly into Chuck's eyes, and looked sideways at Susan: "It's just that there is no guarantee of winning in this kind of thing, not even you. I really can't bear the torture of that kind of risk."

"So you still don't believe me."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said calmly: "If you don't believe me, why bother looking for me? Do you want me to secretly help you dispose of the body and become your accomplice? In this way, you can threaten me like you threatened Susan.

Already?"

Nicole lowered her eyes: "I didn't threaten Susan, and I definitely didn't mean to threaten you. I really just wanted to have a sense of security."

"me too."

As Chuck spoke, he ducked behind Nicole, knocked Nicole unconscious with a knife, hugged the unconscious Nicole, and loaded it into the car.

"what you do?"

Susan screamed in surprise.

"help you!"

Chuck calmly packed Nicole up and said to the horrified Susan: "Get in the car and follow my car!"

"What do you want to do with Nicole?"

Susan subconsciously walked to the driver's seat and asked Chuck before getting in the car.

"That depends on what she thinks."

Chuck said: "Is it a personal whim, or is it organized and purposeful? Again, I don't like changes, let alone uncontrollable dangers."

Susan was stunned for a moment and watched as Chuck got into his car. She glanced at the trunk of the car, got into the driver's seat, followed Chuck's car and left here.

(End of chapter)