The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 88 The Woman Painting Oil Painting

"You're smarter than me!"

Patrick Jane sighed after slapping himself.

It was indeed impossible for Chuck to see his show in advance, but he came to his house early to wait, obviously predicting that he would do such a stupid thing.

In the past, he was not convinced by his wife Angela's statement that Chuck was smarter than him.

And now he will just be extremely grateful that Chuck is smarter than him!

"Don't mention common sense."

Chuck shook his head.

"...Thank you for staying here and waiting for me to come back."

Patrick Jane resisted the desire to utter venomous words and was grateful again.

If it weren't for waiting for him to come back, Chuck would have taken the BAU special plane and headed back to the East Coast. If Chuck hadn't stayed to wait for him to come back, he could totally imagine how his wife would have been alone at home after such a thing.

What a fear.

"Just by the way."

Chuck said bluntly: "Even if I don't wait for you, my flight will be booked tomorrow morning."

"You booked the plane ticket yourself, why don't you take the BAU special plane..."

When Patrick Jane said this, he suddenly understood and said speechlessly: "Do you think it is unsafe to take the BAU's special plane at this time? Do you really think that Bloody John is powerful enough to manipulate the BAU's special plane?"

"What's so strange?"

Chuck looked at him strangely: "The influence of Bloody John spans the east and west coasts and is filled with various law enforcement agencies. It is too easy to do anything. I got off the plane when it was stopped at the airport for maintenance, and a hacker came during the flight.

Invasion and then self-destruct, or even simpler, a direct surface-to-air missile can eliminate the threat to the entire force caused by Bloody John's capture."

Facing such a steady Chuck, although Patrick Jane still felt that Chuck was too cautious, he had nothing to say.

Although these examples are exaggerated, they are not impossible in theory.

Chuck looked at his expression and once again said the classic saying from The Three-Body Problem: "Ignorance and weakness are never obstacles to survival, arrogance is."

Patrick Jane: "..."

They say he has a venomous tongue, and he understands it and admits it. But when he is with Chuck, if he doesn't fight back with a venomous tongue, it's really easy to get depressed.

"How did you guess it in advance?"

Patrick Jane suppressed the complaints in his heart and couldn't help but ask.

"Your ghost told me."

Chuck said seriously.

"..."

When Patrick Jane saw Chuck using his psychic nonsense, he twitched the corner of his mouth. He grinned again in pain: "Seriously."

"This is not the first time you have been so unscrupulous on TV. The last time you exposed the fact that a husband cheated on his wife in front of everyone on TV, they divorced after the TV show. And you helped the police

When handling cases, you like to take advantage of other people's weaknesses to expose themselves. To do this, you don't hesitate to tell the criminal's relatives the truth to force the criminal to confess. You once took advantage of a daughter's trust in you and asked your daughter to question the criminal's father, forcing the father to

I can only admit it and then be caught by you who are hiding aside. Although these little tricks are practical, they are too annoying."

Chuck looked at him: "This may be the first time for Bloody John, but it will definitely not be the last time.

According to the saying of high emotional intelligence, a person's nature can be easily changed but hard to change. According to the saying of low emotional intelligence, a dog cannot change its eating of shit! Isn't it difficult to guess that you are looking for shit yourself?"

"...It's not hard to guess."

Psychic detective Patrick Jane smiled bitterly.

When Chuck exposed his past self, he suddenly realized that although he seemed to be getting smarter and smarter since he became famous, he was actually getting stupider and stupider, so stupid that he couldn't stand it now.

“I want to go to Quantico!”

After suppressing these complicated thoughts, Patrick Jane's eyes narrowed: "I can't let Angela and Charlotte live in such a dangerous environment. I want to help uproot Bloody John's influence."

"unnecessary."

Chuck shook his head.

"You doubt my ability?"

Patrick Jane said dissatisfied: "Although the psychic is fake, my observation, deduction, and acting skills are all top-notch and I can help you."

"None of your methods are effective against him."

Chuck said bluntly: "Even I can't use micro-expressions to infer his true thoughts. He is a real antisocial personality. Although he is not as good as the curly-haired high-functioning antisocial personality, unless he speaks himself, there is no way.

Get more useful information from him."

"You are free to do whatever you want, I will discuss the move with Angela."

Patrick Jane got up and walked upstairs.

After Chuck said this, he felt more and more terrible about Bloody John, and there was no way he could stay in this place.

Even the FBI's BAU didn't dare to stay longer, let alone a wife and daughter to protect.

London.

In a castle villa.

The spacious room was decorated as a studio, with various oil paintings placed around it. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, an easel was placed there. A woman with long blond hair, wearing a white shirt, was sitting on a high stool with her back to the door.

, holding an oil paintbrush in one hand and a dip board in the other.

The painting on the easel has been outlined, and it is a huge spider web. The blond woman whose face is covered by the easel dips in red paint and outlines a red spider thread.

The mobile phone placed aside vibrated. The woman put down the dipping plate, took the mobile phone and looked at it. After a pause, she put the mobile phone down again, looked at the unfinished red spider silk, and said softly: "What a waste."

Putting down the oil paint brush in her hand, she stood up and faced the sun, revealing a beautiful face that fit perfectly with the surrounding oil paintings.

Classical temperament and full of spirit.

The blonde beauty murmured: "Chuck Wolf..."

The dark night will pass.

City of Sacramento.

Chuck sat at the dining table, frowning from time to time when facing the harassment of the little girl Charlotte.

"Charlotte, don't mess with your Uncle Chuck."

Patrick Jian said this, but looking at his happy and proud smile, you can tell what he really thinks.

Although the little girl Charlotte is cute, she is no different from other children. She doesn't listen to her parents' instructions at all, and instead pesters Chuck more and more.

"Uncle Chuck, why do you never smile?"

"Uncle Chuck, can I sit on your lap?"

"Uncle Chuck, why are you ignoring me?"

The little girl who slept soundly last night and didn't know what happened was really carefree and radiating her own vitality wantonly.

Patrick Jane looked at this scene and smiled, but the smile on his face froze because of extreme fear.

It is said that the fear of the unknown is the scariest thing, and he completely understood it, and he would also add that the fear afterward is the scariest thing.

He and his wife Angela stayed up all night last night.

Um.

I really didn't sleep.

I couldn't sleep at all. I kept discussing what to do in the future. I had already decided to move out immediately after breakfast and stay away from this dangerous place.

The most handsome and famous psychic master psychic detective on TV, go to hell.

Nothing is more important than the safety of your family!

(End of chapter)