The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 575

"Not only that, although he was born in a poor family, his parents passed away when he was young, and there was only one kind uncle who left him an inheritance of almost [-] US dollars, but he still used various means to turn these inheritances into Today's net worth."

At the end of Finch's speech, he couldn't help taking a tone of admiration, but Ron sneered at this statement: "If it was in the 80s and [-]s of the last century, the kind of story you said could still happen, but in this era ……hehe……"

Ron sneered twice, everything should be said or not.

In the 80s and [-]s, because the Soviet Union was still eyeing it, American capitalists had to compromise with the workers to prevent them from waking up one day and being hung on a street lamp, raising their wages and treatment. In many ways, capitalism American workers are even better off than Soviet workers.

So under all kinds of mistakes, that period became the real golden age in American history.

In this era, even if you are just an ordinary worker, you can easily buy a car, live in a big house, and support a family with the salary you get from your labor.

"OK, if that's the case, I don't think today's stalking is meaningful, whether he's planning to lay hands on the woman he's dating, or someone is planning to lay hands on him, the park during the day is not the best choice, maybe we Should go to his house to see if there is any clue?"

Samun joined the conversation, and Finch agreed, "That's a good idea, Ron, would you please stop by his house now?"

"Of course, you hired me, so I will be at your disposal for this day." Ron nodded happily, took the oar from Samun, and rowed the boat to the shore.

Coincidentally, the apartment the target lived in also happened to be in Pasadena, where Ron was located, another high-end apartment nearly three blocks away from Ron's apartment.

Although it is called high-end, this high-end is only relative to the level of the property. The security system is still fragile in front of Ron. .

"Wow~ What a neat room, it feels like it was specially arranged for entertaining guests." As soon as Ron entered the door, he was shocked by the cleanliness of the room, and couldn't help sighing.

Samun was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's too tidy, I have a younger brother with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even he will inevitably leave many traces of his life in the room, such as the butt marks on the sofa, or the ones specially used to make oatmeal bowl."

With that said, Ron walked to the kitchen cupboard, took out a bowl outside and sniffed it, and then handed it to Sam: "Take a smell, there is no residual smell this night, and it usually lasts a long time. No matter how clean the tableware that is specially used to hold a certain kind of food is, it will inevitably leave some smell of the food that is often served.”

After all, Ron was also someone who had been with top detectives, and he immediately discovered the unreasonableness of this room through a bowl.

"So what? What does that mean?"

"Either he doesn't usually eat breakfast, or he doesn't usually cook and eats outside. In this case, the real purpose of this tableware is very suspicious, such as inviting the opposite sex to go home and cook together. What do you think of this excuse? Much more reliable than inviting a woman over to the house to watch a kitten backflip."

Ron walked all the way from the kitchen to the study room, and began to rummage through the documents. As a result, he found something more interesting: "Come and take a look at this, does the girl in this photo look familiar?"

"Isn't this the girl we saw in the park just now?" Samun said in surprise, looking at the photo of the girl in the file.

However, what is even more surprising is at the back. In a special cabinet on the desk, there are no less than 20 files of various girls' files. In addition to names and photos, these files also have a lot of other information such as home addresses, graduate schools, etc. detailed information.

Frankly speaking, even the resume for the interview could not be so detailed, but the information compiled by the target person for the girl he was dating did.

"Oh my god! The information is too detailed, isn't it? What is he planning to do by collecting information about these girls?"

"You have to ask him about that, but there is nothing new under the sun. A man spends so much time collecting information on these young girls for two purposes, either for money, for sex, or both Both."

Ron flipped through these materials casually, and he, who is used to all kinds of bizarre cases, has long been accustomed to such pediatric things: "But I am more inclined to the first one. Now that the source of this guy's wealth is understood, he is likely to By some special means, extract wealth from these girls."

"Okay, the case is solved. This guy is just a little boy who eats soft food. If anyone really wants him to die, they can start with these girls who have been hurt by him."

Ron spread out the files of the girls on the table, took pictures one by one and sent them to Finch: "The job of data analysis is yours now, I'm off work."

According to Finch's analysis, it is estimated that these archives will take a long time. Ron has enough time to do other things, such as peeping at his lovely brother. What is he doing at home now?

Less than two hours have passed since he left home in the morning. If they were really planning to play a prank on him, they should be able to catch it when they go back now.

But unlike what he had imagined, when Enron returned home, he didn't find those two weird scientists playing with any messy equipment, but each of them had a notebook, and they were standing in front of a whiteboard and chatting about something.

Ron looked around. Unexpectedly, he understood for the first time what was written on Sheldon's whiteboard. It was a list similar to the game scoreboard. On this list, his name The names of Sheldon and several other friends were impressively listed, and Luo Er simply opened the door.

"Hey, what the hell are you two guys doing?"

"Ron!" Seeing Ron enter the door, the two of them were obviously taken aback. They tried to cover the whiteboard behind them in a hurry, but it was in vain. With a wave of Ron's hand, Sheldon stay behind.

"Let me see, Raj has 70 points, Howard has 65 points, I have 50 points, Leonard has 40 points... Wait, I understand what this is!" With this move, Ron suddenly had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized:

"You have made a scoring system to judge us so that you can choose the most suitable best man and bridesmaid in your mind, right? No wonder you have been arranging all kinds of messy things for us recently, such as buying coffee and sending you Where to go, oh, by the way, yesterday you sent me a permutation and combination question, arranging a group of guests with smelly problems, how to sit at the same table for dinner? Right?"

But unlike what he had imagined, when Enron returned home, he didn't find those two weird scientists playing with any messy equipment, but each of them had a notebook, and they were standing in front of a whiteboard and chatting about something.

Ron looked around. Unexpectedly, he understood for the first time what was written on Sheldon's whiteboard. It was a list similar to the game scoreboard. On this list, his name The names of Sheldon and several other friends were impressively listed, and Luo Er simply opened the door.

"Hey, what the hell are you two guys doing?"

"Ron!" Seeing Ron enter the door, the two of them were obviously taken aback. They tried to cover the whiteboard behind them in a hurry, but it was in vain. With a wave of Ron's hand, Sheldon stay behind.

"Let me see, Raj has 70 points, Howard has 65 points, I have 50 points, Leonard has 40 points... Wait, I understand what this is!" With this move, Ron suddenly had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized:

"You have made a scoring system to judge us so that you can choose the most suitable best man and bridesmaid in your mind, right? No wonder you have been arranging all kinds of messy things for us recently, such as buying coffee and sending you Where to go, oh, by the way, yesterday you sent me a permutation and combination question, arranging a group of guests with smelly problems, how to sit at the same table for dinner? Right?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely not!"

In the face of Ron's questioning, Sheldon and Amy's reactions were completely opposite. Sheldon nodded and admitted, and Amy shook his head in denial. The two looked at each other, and Sheldon continued:
"It's been a great experiment, we've broken down every situation you might face at a wedding into different items to rate you, so we can see which of you is the right one for you."

"So do you have a conclusion now? Judging from your points ranking, your last best man should be Howard?" Ron asked slightly dissatisfied: "Please, how did you rank this one? I am actually the last one No.2, only [-] points higher than Leonard!"

"Before I tell you the answer, can you tell me, did you solve the question I gave you yesterday?"

"No, I don't think it's necessary. If there are such a group of people who are constantly messing with things, I'd rather kill them all and eat every day."

Ron's answer carried his usual violent aesthetic style as always. Shelton shook his head in disappointment, and said solemnly: "If you answer wrong, your score will not change, so if no one of them solves this question, you Still No.2 Ron from the bottom."

Well, although Ron has lived with Sheldon for a long time, from his birth to the present to be precise, he is often shocked by his ignorance.

"First of all, I have to tell you that although it is your right to choose the best man, this practice will still hurt the hearts of your friends, but..."

Ron's expression changed, and he switched from sad to smirk in an instant: "I like this kind of prank. If you let me be a judge, how about I promise not to expose you?"

While Ron was discussing with Sheldon what kind of subjects should be used to detect the excellent qualities of these best men, in the secret base, Finch also began to discuss the information collected today with Reese and Samun.

"According to the level of detail of these files, I have every reason to suspect that the target of our protection this time is following these girls, and among the people he has followed, there is a particularly noteworthy figure."

Reese pulled out a photo of the girl from the archives and nailed it to the blackboard: "Jenna Laritz, one of his ex-girlfriends, has been missing for a month and has not found him or his body. I think we now have good reason to suspect that this person may not be the kind of character we usually protect, and all his behaviors are consistent with the perverted murderers I have seen before."

"In this way, it makes sense to maintain close relationships with so many women at the same time, but to select prey among these women!" Samen echoed suddenly.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." The printer next to Finch squeaked and spit out a photo. Finch picked up the photo and pasted it next to the girl just now: "This is the daughter of Bruce Wellington, who was killed last week." Kill, her father is an auction house owner, a philanthropist, a real estate tycoon, and on the surface it seems to have nothing to do with our goal, but I found out that they went to the same university."

"Okay, so what should we do?"

"I think we should observe first before making a decision," Finch pondered for a moment, then continued: "He often goes to a nightclub called Remnant Shadow. The women who hooked on the 'APP, they all checked in at that nightclub at least once.

If she is really a perverted murderer hiding in the city as we guessed, then that is his slaughterhouse, where he screens innocent lambs, kills and dismembers them, and hides them in a place that no one has discovered so far. place. "

Wisher Hook is a very popular dating software in the United States. Its function is roughly equivalent to that of Momo and Tantan in China, but it is more explicit.

Lise's face straightened: "Then I'll wait there tonight."

"What's the use of you going there? He's not targeting you." Finch shook his head helplessly.

Just when he couldn't think of a way, his eyes were suddenly attracted by Sam who was teasing the dog, and an idea instantly formed in his brain: "Wait, I have a solution, maybe we can set up a place for him by ourselves." trap!"

"Trap, what are you going to do?" Riise frowned.

"What do you think about telling Sam to check in at that nightclub and wait for the target to take the bait?"

Reese glanced at Sam's beautiful face, and nodded lightly: "Yes, yes, but isn't it too little for just one trap? What if he just doesn't like this one?"

(End of this chapter)