The daily life of American drama detective

"what is her name?"

Teresa suppressed the sloth in her heart, looked at Chantel who was distracted by Chuck's analysis, and asked softly.

"Camille."

Chantal glanced at Teresa, and finally said the name of her niece.

"In the end what happened?"

Teresa felt that she had grasped the point of the case.

"We often go to my sister's house."

Chantal was silent for a moment, and began to express the dense doubts in her heart: "The children of my sister's family are very pure, Camille is very close to us, and we all like her very much.

The whole family enjoyed themselves happily.

That's what a family should be.

Henry got drunk and started talking nonsense, much to my embarrassment.

You know, I've never been short of admirers. "

Teresa looked at Chantal's elegant and exquisite curves and was deeply impressed.

"I don't want to talk about it, especially at my sister's house."

Chantal continued: "So I scolded him and asked him to stop talking. This is not the first time. As he grows older, he becomes less and less confident and always feels that someone will replace him.

After dinner, my sister and I were chatting.

Suddenly, for a moment, I don't know why I got up, probably because of my female intuition.

I went over to find him, but he wasn't in our guest room.

I followed my feeling and walked to Camille's room.

There he is, putting the necklace on Camille.

He is talking and she is listening.

I couldn't catch what he was saying, but he talked to her the way he talks to women.

I still remember the smile on her face, the look in her eyes.

No one understands the meaning of this smile and eyes better than me. "

Speaking of this, she emphasized with sharp eyes: "He has no right to make her laugh like that!"

"How old were you when you met?"

Chuck asked blankly.

"We had just come from Europe and I was 11 years old."

Chantal looked at Chuck's face and whispered in a daze: "Henry became my dad's lawyer here, they often go to sea together, and he often comes to my house.

Dad has a lot of friends, and our house is often full of friends, which is very lively.

His friends have yachts and mansions!

This is also what Dad is most proud of. To have Henry, a rich and good friend, is willing to make friends with him and introduce him to the upper class.

Our two families are very close. "

"Just like you and your sister's family."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

"Yes."

Chantal didn't deny it.

"Your father?"

Teresa asked.

"He died when I was 14."

Chantal looked sad.

"Then he became your father."

Chuck said blankly.

"He paid for me to go to college."

Chantal's tone was bad: "Compared to many female college students looking for sugar daddies in order to make money and pay tuition, Henry and I are true love.

I've never had any interest in boys my age.

They are all too childish for me.

I can't wait for spring break to come.

We were on Henley's yacht, in restaurants, in cars, on the beach, everywhere we went. "

"..."

In the confession room, with Chantal, a well-known beauty, talking about her past passion with her husband, Chuck didn't care.

But Teresa, who is a woman, couldn't bear it at first, and couldn't interrupt the confession related to the case, so she could only step back and lower her head, trying to prevent anyone from seeing her red ears clearly and reducing her sense of existence.

This is so embarrassing!
Not only her, in front of the one-way glass outside the confession, the tall female policewoman Grace's face became uncomfortable, especially when the young detective Resby couldn't help but looked at each other, her whole body was not good.

Born in a conservative religious family, she believed in keeping chastity before marriage, and secretly scolded Chantel for being too shameless.

"He treated me differently, very tenderly."

Once Chantal spoke up, she didn't shy away from it at all, as if she had returned to the passionate and beautiful years.

"Does Mr. Hurst like photography?"

Teresa couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

Shantel recalled Chuck's previous analysis, and the smiling face recalling the past passion and happiness disappeared, and she admitted with a wooden face: "Henry likes photography very much. He used to always shoot me, and there is a special darkroom at home."

"Mrs. Hurst, can we get your permission to search your house?"

Teresa probed.

Searching a house requires a search warrant and a reasonable reason, and for a local celebrity like Henry Hurst, who has a wide range of contacts and is a barrister, no one knows how many judges he knows.

Therefore, it is very rare to obtain a search warrant from a judge. Even if there are reasonable reasons, a judge who is familiar with him can directly deny the application for a search warrant with legitimate reasons for protecting human rights.

The house is the joint property of the Hearst couple. Once they get Mrs. Hearst's permission, they can bypass the search warrant and search the Hearst mansion.

As long as some evidence is found, more authorization can be obtained, so as to thoroughly investigate Henry Hearst.

"Why search the house?"

Chantal looked at Chuck: "Can't you tell if a person is lying by looking at you? I've already told everything I know, now it's up to you."

"Mrs. Hurst, Chuck's micro-expression observation can only be used as a reference, not as evidence in court. We need solid evidence."

Teresa explained.

"He gives me an answer, and I will give you permission!"

Chantal still looked at Chuck and insisted.

"it is good!"

Chuck got up straight away and walked out of the confession room.

Teresa hurried to follow.

Chantal also stood up, wanting to look into her husband's eyes and see how he would answer this question under the questioning of Detective Chuck.

"Dr. Wolf, I have submitted an application to the BAU and spoken to Agent Jean Heat, who replied that a team member will be called to come immediately."

Korean police detective Zhou said quickly to Chuck who was looking over.

BAU's JJ's full name is Jennifer Jeange, two Js, this surname is a bit awkward to pronounce, but it is also interesting, JJ's appearance is sweet, it really makes people feel warm when they see it.

Chuck nodded at him.

In the special office vacated by the police station for the CBI, Teresa and her team greeted Chuck, then handed over the suspect Henry Hearst to the African-American police chief and Detective Owens for further interrogation.

Seeing everyone coming, especially his charming wife, the exhausted Henry Hurst immediately stood up and looked at his wife.

"Henry Hurst, were you responsible for the first case of a girl being strangled and then strangled two weeks ago?"

Chuck looked him in the eyes and asked directly.

"of course not!"

Henry Hurst said angrily.

"Did you do the second case of a girl being strangled and then strangled yesterday?"

Chuck continued.

"no!"

Henry Hurst looked Chuck straight in the eye.

"Are you related to the two cases of girls being strangled first and then strangled?"

Chuck still asked blankly.

"what is this?"

Henry Hurst looked away and looked at everyone with dissatisfaction, especially his wife and an old friend of the African-American police chief.

"Answer his question, Henry!"

His wife, Chantal, reminded her every word.

"it is good!"

Henry Hurst and his wife looked at each other for a few seconds, looked away, and looked at Chuck again: "The answer is no!"

"Have you been involved in any murders?"

Chuck continued to ask without changing his expression.

"no!"

Henry Hirst is still an answer.

"Are you having an affair with your wife's niece Camille?"

Chuck asked Chantal's biggest concern.

As soon as this question came out, Chantal stared at her husband.

"That's why you came in?"

Henry Hurst looked at his wife with a hurt face: "You would rather trust other men than your husband?"

"We have argued about this issue too many times. You always say that I am too sensitive and jealous, but I trust my eyes and my feelings!"

Chantal stared into her husband's eyes: "This problem is not resolved, we have no future at all, so it must be resolved.

I trust professionals.

Are couples and marriage counselors as reliable as Detective Chuck?

So look him in the eyes and answer his questions! "

"I hope that after this time, you can really let go!"

Henry Hearst smiled wryly at his wife, then restrained his expression and looked at Chuck: "No! The scene that Chantal saw was entirely because of her overthinking. Camille and I have no ambiguity."

"How about it?"

Chantal looked at Chuck nervously, waiting for Chuck's sentence.

"He showed no signs of lying."

Chuck gave his judgment.

"You heard me!"

Henry Hearst looked at his wife with a complicated expression: "Are you satisfied now?"

"My problems are not over yet."

Chuck interrupted Henry Hearst's attack and Chantal's trance: "Please use yes or no to answer my question, have you ever had an affair with your wife's niece Camille?"

As soon as these words came out, Chantal was startled, and suddenly realized, she shouted at her husband who was silent again: "Yes, don't add modifiers, are you having an affair with Camille? Yes or not?"

What she saw that time may be her illusion and she was too sensitive, but it doesn't mean that there is no such ambiguity at other times.

"No."

Henry Hurst shook his head.

Before Chantal could ask again, Chuck repeated the question: "Were you involved in any murders?"

"No! No! No! How many times must I say it to reassure you?"

Henry Hearst exasperated: "Men are now so easily terrified by old women who want to catch the tail of youth, and they expect us to obey them!

yes!I do like youthful bodies!

But ask yourself, who doesn't like it?

Why do you regard me as a pervert? "

"So I'm already an old woman in your eyes?"

Chantal looked at her husband angrily.

"No, no, no."

Henry Hurst shook his head quickly: "I'm talking about a phenomenon, of course you are not included, you are 30 years younger than me, how could you be an old woman, you should know how much I love you!"

"Is what he said true?"

Instead of looking at her husband, Chantal looked at Chuck.

"No sign of lying."

Chuck said calmly.

"Did you hear that?"

Henry Hurst looked at his wife affectionately.

Chantal hesitated for a moment.

"wrong!"

Detective Owens, who has the same face as the movie version of The Punisher, couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped out and said, "The so-called detective can't see signs of lying, but it doesn't mean that what he's telling is the truth. It may also be that the detective is not good at it!"

"Dr. Wolf's words do not show signs of lying. There are two possibilities. One is that what Mr. Hurst said is indeed the truth."

Korean police detective Zhou said: "There is another possibility, that is, he is a senior anti-social personality, even if he lies, he will not have any micro-expression reactions that normal people should have, and naturally there will be no signs of lying."

"Yup!"

The tall policewoman Grace suddenly said: "Chuck has been saying that there is no sign of lying, not that he is telling the truth!"

"Heh, now I've gone from 'child-attracted' to a veteran sociopath?"

Henry Hurst sneered.

"Chuck, what do we do now?"

Teresa asked.

"Go and search the house for clues."

The watch on Chuck's wrist vibrated insignificantly. He raised his decorative glasses, took out his mobile phone to check, and said, "BAU will be here tomorrow morning, and then we will investigate the case together."

"Who gave you permission to search my house?"

Henry Hurst said angrily.

"Mrs. Hurst agreed."

Although Teresa really wanted to continue investigating the case with Chuck, seeing that Chuck seemed to have something to do, and the search was more able to promote the progress of the case than pure logical reasoning at the current stuck moment, so she agreed with Chuck to take a break for a while.

"Chandelle?"

Henry Hurst looked at his wife: "You still don't believe me at this time? You still want these policemen to search our home?"

"A search is a must!"

Chuck put away his phone, glanced at Shantel who was hesitant and hesitant: "Mrs. Hurst, you don't want to leave any doubts, do you?"

Few wives can refuse this kind of Japanese persuasion.

Chantal finally agreed.

After Chuck explained, he chose to leave.

I just got the news that my younger sister Haili has already left for Los Angeles by car.

Opposite the police station.

At the charity catwalk, after Marisa and Shama appeared on stage, they changed their clothes and came to find Hailey. The three women and one man got into two cars.

Marissa is in her boyfriend Luke's car.

Hayley drives Shama in a sports car.

Under the guidance of Luke, they went straight to the Los Angeles night game gathering place.

"It's so lively!"

As soon as I arrived, I saw countless cars parked here, men and women dressed in cool clothes, flirting with the cars in twos and threes, it was very noisy.

As soon as Haili and the others' car drove in, it attracted the attention of many caring people. After Haili and the others got out of the car, several African-Americans immediately started whispering to each other with excited eyes.

A bald man in a white T-shirt was chatting with a white curly-haired young man standing in front of a green sports car. Hearing the movement, he looked over and couldn't help laughing: "There are new people again. It's really lively tonight. Do you know each other?"

"Do not."

The white curly-haired young man frowned slightly as he looked at the three girls and one boy who looked like high school students.

This is not a place for high school kids to have fun.

Especially white people.

But before he could secretly pay attention to the four boys and girls, the sound of the engine of the sports car approached quickly, attracting the attention of everyone including him.

I saw five sports cars approaching in a herringbone shape.