The daily life of American drama detective

"Dr. Wolf, nice to see you again."

Teresa and the others have been reminded and have already greeted them.

"Notify BAU!"

Chuck nodded to her and ordered directly.

"Notify the BAU?"

The young detective Resby was surprised and said: "We have you as a consultant, do we still need to apply for BAU's help?"

The tall female police detective Grace nodded approvingly.

She didn't understand either.

"I don't need their help."

Chuck said frankly: "But they need to come over!"

"...is there any difference?"

The young detectives, Resby and Grace, both looked confused.

"I'm going to apply!"

Detective Zhou of Korean descent answered the question knowingly, and looked at his female boss.

Although Teresa didn't quite understand it, she still chose to believe in Zhou, who was the most stable. Besides, she had already hired Detective Chuck, and it wasn't too late to invite another BAU.

As far as she knows, BAU has received an endless pile of applications from police assistance from all over the country, and their case may not be able to get a response from them.

"Mrs. Hurst."

Teresa looked at Chantel, who was standing aside, and took a closer look at her in a cool evening dress. Her eyes were amazed and she sighed: "I am Teresa Lisbon, the police chief of the CBI. Since you are here, can we chat alone?"

"Where's my husband?"

Chantal did not answer, but asked back.

"We still need Mr. Hurst's help to answer."

Teresa explained a sentence, looked at Chantal with complicated eyes, and motioned her to look at Chuck: "Because Mr. Hearst, as a reporter and witness, recorded a lot of contradictions in his statement, and there was no sentence that convinced us, and we had no way to prove whether his statement was true or false, so we invited Detective Chuck.

He can tell if a person is lying, and as soon as Mr. Hearst gets past Chuck the Detective, we'll end the conversation for tonight so you can all go back to the charity show.

Of course even Detective Chuck needs as much information as possible, so it would be great if Mrs. Hearst could talk to us and help us understand Mr. Hearst better. "

"Can you tell if my husband is lying?"

Chantal no longer had Teresa in her eyes, it was all about Chuck.

"I can."

Chuck said blankly: "The premise is that he is not a senior anti-social personality! Do you have any questions in your mind that you need me to ask for you?"

Chantal opened her mouth slightly, and subconsciously glanced at the gossip-eyed Teresa and her party.

"Risby, Grace, go and look through the files and see if you can find any more details."

Teresa immediately dismissed the two subordinates knowingly, and after the two subordinates reluctantly left, she said to Chantel: "Mrs. Hurst, please come in and talk with us."

Chantal glanced at Chuck, saw that he did not refuse, nodded slightly, and walked in behind Teresa gracefully.

Teresa led her into the confession room, called Chantal to sit down, and closed the door after Chuck came in.

"Mrs. Hurst, if you have anything to say or ask, just ask."

Teresa winked at Chuck.

"What is that BAU?"

Chantal asked.

"BAU is the abbreviation of the Behavior Analysis Unit under the FBI. This department specializes in the study of criminal psychology to stop and arrest criminals, especially serial killers!"

Teresa explained: "The case that Mr. Hurst discovered and called the police yesterday is highly similar to another case two weeks ago, so it has been dealt with in parallel as a serial murder case, so it is very normal for us to contact and invite BAU to come over."

"The BAU comes over and does criminal mind profiling."

Chuck looked at her: "In these two serial perverted murders, the deceased were girls who were close to 13 years old. They both died of strangulation before being strangled. After death, they were dressed again, and even their hair was re-combed. They were placed in a peaceful side-lying posture. It should be convenient for the criminal to take pictures from the best angle of view. Therefore, the criminal should like photography and be a so-called 'person attracted to children'."

Chantal's pupils shrank.

Teresa has been paying attention to her reaction. Seeing this, she glanced at Chuck in admiration and motioned him to continue.

"In the FBI database, there are similar modus operandi with a high degree of matching, but the criminals are either in prison or dead, and they are far away from Orange County."

Chuck continued to analyze: "So it is basically certain that this is the first time to commit a crime in this way, and this form of violent crime must have a stimulating turning point, allowing the criminal to give up his past life and choose this violent method to obtain stimulation.

For example, after watching a small color movie with a certain theme, the original life is no longer enough to satisfy the sudden surge of abnormal desires, such as breaking up with girlfriends and divorcing wives, and losing normal male and female life outlets will aggravate this situation. "

When Chantal heard this, her face turned pale, her body trembled, and the white waves of the curve were extremely obvious.

"Mrs. Hurst, are you all right?"

Teresa looked at her concerned.

"I am fine."

Chantal forced a smile and said, "Is there any cigarette? I want to smoke one."

As he spoke, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand made a natural gesture of pinching the cigarette, which was obviously a heavy smoker.

"no!"

Before Teresa agreed, Chuck refused directly.

Teresa glanced at Chuck, and could only shrug helplessly at Chantel: "Shall I bring you a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you."

Chantal squeezed out a smile and couldn't help giving Chuck a strange look.

If it were any man, when she wants to smoke, he must be very active in passing her a cigarette, and then kneel down to light a cigarette for her courteously, even willing to kneel down to light a cigarette.

Never before had a man rejected her so simply as Chuck.

Although she hadn't read the classic female video novels or the changed Mary Su film and television series, she did feel a little strange in her heart.

If this feeling of strangeness is expressed in words, it would be: "Man, you have successfully attracted my attention!"

"Mrs. Hurst, your coffee!"

There was brewed coffee outside the police station, ready for the overtime officers to drink, so Teresa came back soon.

"Thank you."

Chantal took the coffee, took a sip, and frowned.

"That's it for the coffee at the police station, you just make it up, shall we continue?"

Teresa smiled and looked at Chuck.

"These two girls are close to 13 years old, not young girls."

Chuck continued: "The special environment here in California has caused girls here to mature much earlier than girls in other places.

And the first deceased was a single-parent family, living in a motel with her mother, who worked in the oldest labor-intensive industry.

The family of the second deceased was poor, so the two deceased should have matured far beyond their age. Life forced them to do so, so they would not follow the criminal away like a little girl who was attracted by a lollipop or a balloon.

They left without a sound, without making any noise, and without attracting anyone's attention. It must be that they trusted the criminal and were willing to cooperate to leave the house and go to the remote crime scene.And what kind of person would they trust and would be willing to leave like this? "

Chantal turned paler and paler.

She knew the thoughts of the two murdered girls too well, and no one knew better than her what kind of person they would trust and be willing to leave with.

Confession outside the room.

One-way glass front.

The three CBI subordinates stood in front of the glass and watched the interrogation inside. The young detective Resby complained: "This is simply reporting your identity directly. What BAU do you want to invite?"

"Dr. Wolfe said that he needs them to come, not their help!"

Korean police detective Zhou said something expressionless. Seeing that Resby still didn't understand, he could only shake his head and remind: "Why did Dr. Wolf fly over from New Jersey?"

"Canadian wildfires!"

The young detective Resby said as a matter of course.

"I understand!"

The tall female police detective Grace suddenly said: "The wildfires in Canada have polluted the air on the entire east coast, and Quantico, where BAU is located, is also within the scope of pollution. The BAU team has its own work, and it is not as free as Chuck, so it must be invited to leave..."

Speaking of this, she said excitedly: "Chuck is such a good friend!"

"Is that right?"

The young detective Resby opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhou incredulously, wondering whether Grace was too self-indulgent, and then saw that Zhou, who had always been steady, nodded to accept this statement, and then chose to accept it, sighing: "This is indeed a good friend!"

If he were Detective Chuck, when he encountered this kind of case, and this kind of beauty was involved in the case, he must only be pretending to be himself. How could he think of friends who are thousands of miles away, and immediately think of using this method to keep them away from pollution?

"We'll be his good friends too!"

Grace said with certainty.

"I am glad to."

Zhou, who has always had facial paralysis and few words, also echoed.

"Me too."

The young detective Resby also smirked.

Confession room.

Chuck's series of criminal psychology profiling, which is almost an ID card, made Chantel's mind into a mess, and she didn't know what to say.

"Mrs. Hurst, about two weeks ago, on the day of the first case, Mr. Hurst's car was found parked where it should not be parked by the traffic police, and then impounded."

Teresa took over the topic, looked at Chantal and said softly: "Do you know why he stopped there?"

"My sister's house is nearby."

Chantal's expression became more and more complicated: "We will have dinner every other time, and we went together that day."

"Did you go home together?"

Teresa asked.

"No."

Chantal shook her head: "I stayed at my sister's house, and he left alone."

"Do you always do this?"

Teresa narrowed her eyes: "After the dinner, you chose to stay at your sister's house and let your husband go home alone?"

"No... just that one time."

Chantal shook her head.

"why?"

Teresa was shocked: "Is there anything special that day?"

Seeing that Chantal shook her head and didn't want to say more, she put pressure on her and said, "Did something happen that caused you and your husband and wife to have problems with your relationship? It was also from that day that your husband and wife started to sleep in separate rooms?"

Chantal suddenly looked up at Teresa.

"That's right!"

Teresa nodded: "We know that you have a problem with your relationship, and you have already slept in separate rooms. Mr. Hurst sleeps in the master bedroom, and you sleep in the guest room along the 60-foot-long corridor.

Having said that, by the way, please answer one of my questions.

When we reviewed the details with Mr. Hurst just now, he said that when the second victim was found, he ran directly home to call the police, and then took a shower before waiting for the police to visit.

You were at home at the time, do you know whether he called the police first or took a shower first? "

"I do not know."

Chantal shook her head solemnly.

"Does he usually close the bedroom door during the day?"

Teresa seemed to believe it or not: "It was you who took the initiative to sleep in separate rooms, not him, I don't think he would take the initiative to close the bedroom door, in disguise to increase the barrier between you, so it must not be closed.

And if it is not turned off, you should be able to vaguely hear the sound of bathing and the phone? "

Speaking of which, seeing Chantal's expression of hesitation, she directly put the photo of the victim in front of Chantal's eyes: "Mrs. Hurst, please take a good look. These are two girls under the age of 13. They died so tragically, so I hope that if you have clues, don't hide anything."

"Listen to her."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Once this kind of serial violence starts, it will never go back. You have a sister. Don't you have young nieces and nephews in your sister's house?"

"No!"

When Chantal heard Chuck talking about her niece, she couldn't bear it any longer, and roared out in fright. Facing Teresa's surprised gaze, she burst into tears, turned her head away, and wiped her tears silently.

"Mrs. Hurst."

Teresa stepped forward, handed the tissue, and persuaded gently: "Criminal profile is criminal profile, and the truth is the truth. The two cannot be equated. It is very likely that the person who completely matches the criminal profile just happens to be exactly the same as the profiled criminal because of a series of coincidences.

Don't worry, there is Detective Chuck, he has the ability not to wrong any good person.

You have also heard that once this serial perverted killer starts, it will not end easily. If we don't arrest him as soon as possible, other young girls will be killed at any time.

So talk to us.

I think you have a lot of doubts in your mind too, it's a bad feeling, isn't it?
Just say it out, with Detective Chuck here, we have the ability to help you! "

Chantal took the tissue to wipe away her tears, and looked up at Chuck: "Can you really tell if a person is lying?"

"You have doubts about your husband."

Chuck looked at her: "After you went to your sister's house to sleep in separate rooms, you stayed at your sister's house uncharacteristically that day. Obviously, something happened at your sister's house that day that made you suspicious and unacceptable.

After this kind of thing happened, you are still willing to stay at your sister's house. Obviously, this unacceptable thing has nothing to do with your sister.

When we introduced the case and profiled the criminal, your reaction was obvious.

Then the result is already obvious.

You have nieces.

how old is she?

13 years old?
How close were you and your husband when they were really close?
Your husband denies he has anything to do with your niece, but you don't believe him, so you want me to tell if he's lying. "

"Holy shit!"

Before Chantal said anything, the CBI trio, who were watching all this through the one-way transparent glass outside the confession, swear, especially when they saw that Chantal was equally shocked but did not refute, they were even more stunned.

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