The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 35 Your Yida

"It would be nice if Corey was still here."

A police officer couldn't help but said.

"Corey?"

Jane looked over questioningly.

The female police chief frowned.

"Corey Lambert."

The police officer glanced at the female chief and explained: "A staff member of the Wind River Valley Fish and Wildlife Management Bureau is an excellent hunter. He is good at tracking and investigation. If he is still here, he will definitely be able to track down the real place where the crime occurred.

."

"Where is he now?"

Jane couldn't help but ask.

"have no idea."

The police officer looked at the female police chief again, shook his head and said nothing more.

Jane looked at the female police chief, and she felt that there was a story between this hunter and the female police chief.

"I heard he went back to serve as a soldier."

The female police chief said expressionlessly: "He is a veteran."

Jane nodded, looking at the white land, at a loss. After returning to the hotel, she poured a glass of wine to keep out the cold. After racking her brains and still getting nothing, she suddenly remembered a calm and indifferent face, and quickly got up and started searching.

, took out the business card Chuck gave her, looked at the detective label written on it, hesitated for a long time, drank the wine in one gulp, picked up the phone and made a call.

Three o'clock in the morning.

There was movement in the hotel where Jane was staying, which woke her up from being extremely sleepy but sleeping lightly. She walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked outside, and saw a tall figure appearing outside the hotel. After a closer look, she saw that it was not a check.

Ke is not who.

"here."

Jane quickly opened the door and greeted her.

Chuck walked in.

"I'm really sorry for inviting you here so urgently. I really have no choice."

Jane looked at the snowflakes on Chuck's body and said apologetically.

"I gave you the business card."

Chuck said bluntly: "This situation is expected. I only have one request for you."

"What is it?"

Jane was stunned.

Because she paid extra, the heating in the hotel was turned on fully, so she no longer wore the bulky clothes she wore when going out during the day. Instead, she only wore a close-fitting sweater and pants, which reflected the exquisite curves of her slightly fat body.

When facing Chuck, she didn't know whether it was because of the cold wind brought in by opening the door or a woman's instinct of self-preservation, which made her subconsciously cross her arms and tighten her collar.

Then she realized that she was overthinking it.

Chuck looked straight into her eyes and said: "I hope you can grow up quickly. In the future, you can solve small cases like this by yourself without asking me anymore. What I want are interesting and difficult cases."

"Such a small case?"

Jane frowned: "An innocent girl was murdered and died tragically in the snow!"

"Okay, let me correct you. It's a simple case like this."

Chuck nodded: "You have this time to pick out words, why not spend more time thinking about the case."

Jian hesitated, understanding that she was indeed picking on words, but seeing Chuck point it out mercilessly to his face, she was still a little unhappy and unconvinced: "You haven't even read the case file, how dare you say this is a simple matter?"

case?"

"It's very simple. Someone has to be responsible for committing the crime. In difficult cases, it is impossible to identify the suspect."

Chuck looked at her: "In such a big place with such a small population, how many people can fit the criminal profile?"

"..."

Jane was speechless, but she quickly grasped the point: "Psychological profiling? You can do it too? Like our FBI BAU?"

BAU, the behavioral analysis department under the FBI, specializes in analyzing the most difficult cases. It mainly analyzes the behavioral psychology and crime characteristics of serial perverted criminals, hoping to predict their next move before they commit violence again and cooperate with the local police to arrest them.

When they were undergoing rookie training, they had heard the instructor tell legendary stories about this department.

For an agent determined to make a difference, BAU and criminal psychological profiling are both very attractive keywords.

Just look at the number of people who apply for BAU every year.

It's simply the best among all public exams.

By the way, BAU also has its own dedicated aircraft that can fly around anytime and anywhere. There is no need to take ordinary civil aircraft like them and wait for flights.

Treatment is status!

"If you want to be a good agent, you should learn it too."

Chuck reminded: "And you shouldn't drink. Alcohol will paralyze people's nerves in the short term, slow down people's reaction speed, and affect IQ in the long term. Detectives need IQ, and they need to face dangers that may strike at any time. If not

With this realization, one day you will change from a police detective who helps people to a victim who needs help."

"I'm just a little cold...Okay, I understand."

Jane wanted to explain that it was too cold here, but she couldn't continue mid-sentence and decisively admitted her mistake.

"Put on your clothes and let's go!"

Chuck looked around, gave a reminder, turned around and walked out.

"Where to go?"

Jane grabbed the newly bought warm coat and put it on, and quickly followed.

"Go to the police station and finish early. I'll go back early. I have classes next week."

Chuck said.

Jane was speechless, followed him, followed his instructions, got into the passenger seat of the car he rented, and showed him the way.

"Are you really so confident?"

Jane showed him the way, glanced at Chuck's calm face, and couldn't help but ask.

"Are you confident that you can eat and drink?"

Chuck asked as he drove the car.

"...I have never seen anyone as confident as you."

Jane understood what Chuck meant and sighed.

"That's because you haven't seen much of it."

Chuck disagreed.

Jian has never even met Little Sheldon, so naturally she doesn't know what a truly confident and arrogant person in this world is like.

The two drove to the tribal police station.

The lights were still on, obviously someone was on duty.

Jane got out of the car and walked to the front to lead Chuck inside. When Chuck stopped and looked at her, she asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Your Yida?"

Chuck stared at it for a long time and asked slowly.

"..."

Jane looked confused.

What the hell is Yida?

"Are you a price showdown guy?"

Seeing this, Chuck asked again.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Jane was helpless.

Is it possible that geniuses are so strange and difficult to understand?

The embarrassed aunt kept introducing it to her.

It would be life-threatening to actually talk to someone like this.

"Just buy clothes and don't remove the labels, because once they are removed, it will be difficult for others to know how much the clothes cost. In that case, no matter how expensive the clothes are, they will be the same as those sold at street stalls."

Chuck explained: "As long as you don't show off the price, others can tell the quality of the clothes at a glance, even if they have no knowledge."

"I'm not!"

Jane then followed Chuck's gaze and saw the sign on the back of her neck that had not yet been removed from the thermal coat, and complained: "I was just so busy with the case that I forgot to remove it."

"very good."

Chuck nodded and walked inside.

Since she is not a price showdown person like Zhang Yida, then even if she is so concerned about the case that she even forgets to tear off the sign, it is most likely just the enthusiasm of a rookie agent, and it is unlikely to be the counterproductive concern of Zhang Yida.

For Chuck, it's enough that Jane is not a partner like Zhang Yida!

(End of chapter)