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Chapter 103 Worried?It's the other party who should be worried! (Please subscribe!)

"Dr. Wolf, won't you go back to the bureau to interrogate him?"

Detective Amy Santiago said in surprise.

"I can't ask anything."

Chuck shook his head: "Investigate his whereabouts and residence as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Detective Amy Santiago has completely convinced Chuck now and immediately agreed.

"That's right, listen to the boss, I'll be in charge of the interrogation, you go and investigate his whereabouts and residence."

Detective God Annoyance said with a sarcastic smile.

"..."

Amy Santiago is still not immune to her partner's weird words, and her teeth itch with anger.

The sturdy inch-headed man was tied up and brought back to the 99 branch of NYPD. Detectives Chuck and Amy San Diego went to investigate the inch-inch man's residence.

"How to check now?"

Detective Amy Santiago got into his car and subconsciously looked at Chuck.

"Go to the Four Seasons Hotel."

Chuck sat in the passenger seat and replied.

"why?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked while skillfully driving away from the lottery station to the Four Seasons Hotel.

"The smell on him."

Chuck said calmly, "It's the smell of Four Seasons Hotel toiletries."

"Have you noticed this?"

Detective Amy Santiago exclaimed: "I didn't smell it, and even if I smelled it, I couldn't tell it apart."

Chuck didn't speak.

He had heard such words since he was a child, and he didn't feel the need to explain them.

Detective Amy Santiago glanced at Chuck, and somewhat understood that Chuck had such a taciturn character, and did not continue talking for a while, but after driving for a while, she was still not used to this quiet atmosphere.

Before she partnered with Detective Annoyance, they almost never stopped bickering, fighting from the beginning to the end of the case. At that time, she felt that Detective Annoyance was too loud and annoying.

But now she felt that it was too quiet, so quiet that it was uncomfortable.

And she was very curious about Chuck, so she broke the silence after a while and tried to chat: "Now I just hope that the technicians in the bureau can unlock the other party's mobile phone as soon as possible, so that we can get more useful information."

Chuck nodded silently.

"Aren't you worried?"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but said: "I mean this guy obviously knows you, I don't think it's because of the lottery."

"Do not."

Chuck shook his head: "The other party should be worried."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago always thinks she knows Chuck's confidence and candor, but always discovers new heights.

That's right!

These homicide police detectives who deal with criminals or serious criminals every day, don't look at it, they are bickering, betting and betting every day for fun, as if they are carefree.

But they are under a lot of mental pressure. After all, this is New York. No one knows when a gun will be pointed at them, and then they will disappear.

Even for a beautiful police detective like her and a handsome young detective like Detective Annoying, death is not the worst ending.

Even police detectives like them who are basically used to it, if they are targeted by such a tough murderer like a man with a cropped head, they will probably be terrified and have trouble sleeping and eating.

But when this situation came to Chuck, a gentle and academic doctor, it was the other way around. It was the other party who should be worried?

But after she heard it, apart from complaining endlessly in her heart, she subconsciously felt that it might be the truth.

"Can you smell so accurately when you're so far away?"

Detective Amy Santiago didn't want to listen to this kind of Versailles talk anymore, and suddenly realized that Chuck wasn't too close to the man with a haircut. He glanced at Chuck in the passenger seat beside him, and then at himself.

She had watched a 1974 Italian movie in which the male protagonist could recognize a woman by smelling her scent. Her father and seven older brothers were all policemen. Born into such a police family, she found the male protagonist who came from a military background very attractive, so she was very interested in this movie. The movie was impressive, and I couldn't help but associate it at this time.

"ocean."

Chuck was succinct.

"what?"

Detective Amy Santiago froze for a moment.

Chuck didn't mean to explain.

The car became quiet again.

After a while, Detective Amy Santiago's professional skills finally came online, and her face flushed instantly. She no longer dared to look at Chuck, but just stared at the front and concentrated on driving.

Four Seasons Hotel.

"shit!"

After revealing his identity, getting the key from the front desk, and opening the inch-cut man's room, Detective Amy Santiago, who had already recovered, couldn't help but breathe out the fragrance.

no way.

So luxurious.

She really couldn't match this kind of room with the murderer, she had never lived in such a room before.

Are assassins making so much money now?

Chuck didn't sigh as much as she did. He glanced at the room, walked directly to a corner of the bedroom, opened a private room, and took out a suitcase from it.

"Is there such a place?"

Detective Amy Santiago hurried over to take a look, gained insight again, and said in surprise, "How do you know..."

Then she couldn't continue, and watched Chuck open the suitcase in a daze, revealing the things inside: "holy shit!"

There was a detachable sniper rifle in the suitcase. It looked like a professional sniper rifle, and she was in a cold sweat.

That sturdy man with a short hair holding a pistol suppressed a team of special police at one point. If they hadn't been caught off guard by surprise and had no defense, if the place of arrest had been placed here, then she could hardly have imagined the tragic scene .

"He is a professional professional killer!"

Chuck said something calmly, put aside these professional killing equipment, and began to search for other clues in the room.

The victim's notebook and a number of scratch-offs were found in another bag.

Chuck starts flipping through the victim's notebook.

"It's really for the lottery!"

Detective Amy San Diego struggled to look away from the scalp-numbing professional sniper equipment, and landed on a pile of scratch cards.

"You are right!"

"Not quite right."

Chuck shook his head as he flipped through his notebook full of mathematical formulas.

"What did you find?"

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but leaned over to take a look, then her eyes dazzled, she looked away with interest, and asked directly.

Americans have various allergic reactions, such as the most common peanut allergy, and they cannot eat foods with peanuts as raw materials, otherwise they will be life-threatening.

In fact, these are the consequences of too refined life.

People are more or less allergic to some things, but aside from the extremely serious and insurmountable conditions that the body cannot overcome, other allergies are basically harmless after getting used to them from childhood to adulthood.

And if you hold a completely isolated attitude from the beginning, you will naturally have more and more severe allergies.

Ok.

Detective Amy San Diego feels like she's allergic to math right now.

"Detective Peralta guessed correctly. The killer named John Snape is indeed related to the math treasure hunt."

Chuck said.

Detective Amy Santiago knew that the name John was a pseudonym at first glance, and the police would also call the corpses whose identities could not be determined by this name, which was a serious pseudonym.

"Detective Peralta guessed right?"

Detective Amy Santiago turned his attention to the business and said, "He's really lucky!"

"Yes."

Chuck nodded.

It's clear that Detective Blindfold is only looking to confront Chuck before setting his sights on the math scavenger hunt.

"How did you find out? It's written in this notebook?"

Detective Amy Santiago asked curiously.

She glanced at it, it was all mathematical formulas, and there were no clues in the eyes of normal people.

"This is the victim's notebook. It contains his deduction of the mathematical loopholes in the scratch-off lottery. He can increase the winning rate of the scratch-off lottery to 80% through the numbers on the scratch-off lottery. As long as he buys it in this way, before the lottery company finds out , able to reap millions of dollars in bonuses.”

Chuck explained.

"Oh, that's what you told us in the Bureau."

Detective Amy Santiago nodded.

"No."

Chuck shook his head: "My method can increase the winning rate to 87.5%."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago's mouth twitched: "You mean you took a casual look and not only saw the loopholes, but the result of the deduction was better than the victim's hard calculation for so long? Is this possible?"

"Everything is possible."

Chuck said calmly.

"But how can it be done?"

Detective Amy Santiago just can't understand.

"I am an advisor to the American Lottery Association."

Chuck said something short and continued to look at the victim's math notebook.

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago paused, endured the complaints, pondered Chuck's words, and suddenly understood.

Chuck is a consultant of the American Lottery Association, and the reason why there is such a good part-time job that only takes money and does not work, but pays more when doing things, is that Chuck was afraid of the lottery company at the beginning.

It is conceivable that compared to the victim, Chuck is the most professional in the field of deducing the mathematical loopholes of the lottery.

Thinking about it this way, although it is still exaggerated, it seems to have a little scientific rationality.

"and then?"

Detective Amy Santiago, who wanted to understand this, suppressed the discomfort of being inadvertently pretended by Chuck again, and pulled the crooked floor back: "This is the same as this John Snape killer and the math treasure hunt. what is the relationship?"

"It's ok."

Chuck shook his head.

"...Dr. Wolfe!"

Detective Amy Santiago felt that for some reason she had lost her previous peaceful state of mind, and suddenly became very irritable.

"The notebook not only writes the mathematical loophole deduction of scratch music."

Chuck returned a look of "it was you who interjected to ask the wrong building", and explained: "I also wrote the mathematical deduction of the mathematical treasure hunt game."

Detective Amy Santiago was choked by Chuck's eyes, took a deep breath, pressed the question of how this was connected with the killer, and imitated Chuck's expressionless and concise words: "Continue."

Chuck glanced at her, nodded and said, "The victim's first three questions are the same as ours, but the fourth question is different from ours."

(End of this chapter)