The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 65 Chuck’s Geniuses of His Contemporaries

"Using this kind of checkbook."

When Rachel saw the checkbook with the dinosaur pattern, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How old are you? 8 years old?"

“Are all the people who go to see Jurassic Park 8 years old?”

Ross retorted: "Dinosaurs are so cute, people of all ages will love them!"

"Would you like to add more?"

Chuck reminded.

"I'll add it!"

Seeing Chuck's expression, Ross became even more angry. He gritted his teeth and wrote another number in the dinosaur checkbook: "I'm $50 more than you!"

"cut!"

Rachel suddenly hissed.

Looking at Ross's look just now, I thought he would increase the amount. After gritting his teeth for a while, he turned out to be so cautious and not bold at all.

Ross doesn't go to see Rachel.

Just kidding, his money didn't come from the strong wind. Even if he feels like he will win this time, what if it happens?

To be on the safe side, stability comes first!

"I'll give you $50."

Chuck took out a 50-dollar cash card from his pocket and put it on the gaming table: "Let's play the cards."

"I have a 45678 flush!"

Ross glanced at everyone, then threw the cards on the card table and said with a proud smile: "I will definitely win!"

"oh!"

Rachel and Phoebe immediately let out a sigh.

A straight flush is already the highest card, unless Chuck also gets a straight flush, and the number is higher than Rose.

This probability is really too low.

Not to mention that Chuck never looked at the cards from beginning to end.

"Don't worry!"

Chuck stopped Ross from grabbing all the chips and revealed his card: "56789 Flush!"

"impossible!"

Ross stood there for a moment, then yelled, "You cheated!"

"Pah! With so many eyes watching, how could Chuck cheat!"

Rachel shouted dissatisfied: "If you lose, you lose. Don't afford it!"

"I have proof!"

Ross said excitedly: "He didn't look at the cards at all, but he directly reported what his cards were before flipping the cards. This is evidence of cheating!"

Rachel and the others were stunned and looked at Chuck with some confusion.

"I have a pretty good memory."

Chuck said calmly: "I know all of your cards."

"You really know? How on earth did you do it?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard Chuck reveal everyone's trump cards.

"I just said, he must have cheated!"

Ross was elated.

"Didn't you hear? I said I have a good memory."

Chuck glanced at him: "No matter how you shuffle the cards, I can remember them, so I know everyone's trump cards without even looking."

"Stop talking! I don't believe it!"

Ross sneered: "No one can be that good!"

"You'll know if you try it."

Chandler took the remaining cards on the table, shuffled them again and again, then randomly picked out five cards and asked, "What cards are these?"

"Two aces, a 2, a 5, and an 8."

Chuck reported it casually.

"See if it's right!"

Rachel urged.

"hiss."

When Chandler opened it, everyone gasped.

"Impossible, impossible."

Ross couldn't accept this result at all.

Relying on memory to remember all the cards does not count as cheating anywhere. Maybe you will be banned from the casinos in Las Vegas, but this does not count as cheating.

Because playing cards inherently tests memory, and memory can be good or bad, resulting in good or bad playing skills. Only in this way can you win or lose. You can't force others to use their memory just because they have good memory, or force others to lower their memory to the point where it's the same as yours.

On the same level.

It’s not like children can go to school and be forced by law not to study hard, and everyone can just lie down and be happy together.

"Do you want to be a repeater or do you choose to continue?"

Chuck asked.

"...how on earth did you do that?"

How could Rose dare to continue? His trump cards were clearly known and there was no way he could bluff his way to win. Moreover, the opponent's face was paralyzed. No matter what cards he was holding, there was no expression at all. How could he play this game?

"I told you I have a pretty good memory."

Chuck looked at him.

"Is this a good memory?"

Ross complained angrily: "You are too stiff in your pretense."

"What do you think of your eating and drinking skills?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"Are you trying to say that this kind of memory is as simple as eating and drinking water?"

Ross taunted: "Who else can do what you do?"

"Peggy Swanson, Sheldon Cooper, Spencer Reid, Sherlock Holmes, Charles Magnussen, Patrick Jane, Lexi Gray, Mike Ross,

Zach Eddy, Sean Bates, Martha Master..."

Chuck began to give names.

"..."

Ross was stunned.

Not to mention him, even the other people listening were shocked.

"Holy shit! There are so many people with super memories in history?"

Joey said with envy: "It would be great if I had this ability, then memorizing lines would not be any obstacle."

"This is not historical, but a person who exists now."

Chuck corrected him, looked at Ross, and repeated the question: "What do you think of your eating and drinking skills?"

Ross was speechless.

If you knew so many people who had the same skills as you, you might actually regard this skill as a normal thing.

But what’s going on in this world?

How come there are so many incredible geniuses appearing in batches, and the talent of photographic memory is so useless!

How do ordinary doctors like them get along?

Ross felt aggrieved and desperate at this moment.

"Patrick Jane, isn't that the handsome psychic who often appears on TV?"

Phoebe's focus was different: "He also has this kind of memory? Doesn't he rely on psychic powers?"

"There is no such thing as channeling."

Chuck shook his head: "At least not in this world. He relies on memory and observation to deduce. As long as he is good enough and adds some acting skills, his external performance will be like a psychic."

After saying this, he glanced at Ross: "Or cheating."

"...How do you know there is no such thing as psychic communication?"

Ross was not convinced.

At this moment, it didn't matter whether it was scientific or not, because Chuck's appearance and the other party's naming of so many talented people made him feel that the whole world was very unscientific.

"You must know him personally, right?"

Rachel Bagua said.

"Um."

Chuck nodded: "We have dealt with him before."

Seeing that they wanted to ask more questions, he took back his 200 US dollars from the card table, then pointed to the rest and said to them: "Ladies, please help yourself."

"Is this for us?"

When Rachel and the others saw her, they immediately screamed and reached out to get the check and money.

"Rose, you're right, the dinosaur check looks great!"

Rachel took Ross's check and waved it in front of Ross while saying things that made Ross uncomfortable.

"Yeah."

At this time, there was a discordant sound, and everyone looked around and saw Chandler also reaching for the money on the card table.

Seeing everyone looking over, he shrugged and mocked himself: "Sorry, I heard wrong, I thought it included me."

(End of chapter)