The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 47 Sherlock's Reasoning (This chapter is titled by the Holy Dragon Emperor)
Hank looked ashamed. From Ron's point of view, he still lacked the experience of dealing with such a stinky genius. To Ron, Sherlock's spraying poison was like a breeze, and the damage was almost zero.

Otherwise, how do you think Ron grew up with Sheldon and didn't strangle that brat?

"The criminal is right under my nose? Who are you talking about?" Hank touched his bald head, thinking hard for a while, but he still didn't know who had that ability around him.

"First of all, let's talk about the poison maker. He is your wife's brother-in-law, that guy named Walter White."

Hank was shocked: "How is it possible! You must be talking nonsense! Walter, I know him very well, he is definitely not that kind of person!"

"So, you're an idiot."

Sherlock said unceremoniously, and Ron finally spoke up to smooth things over at this time: "Sorry, Sherlock, this subordinate of mine doesn't look very smart, can I trouble you to explain the reasoning process?"

Maybe it's because he's not busy, or maybe he's really bored, it's rare for Sherlock to patiently explain it to Hank.

"You must have investigated the equipment needed to prepare these drugs and the movement of medicines in the market, right? The flow of medicines is rather vague and difficult to check, but those special chemical equipment are usually not bought by anyone, so it is easy to find out Where they go, I guess no one in the market buys those things at all, it's lost in the school, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Hank gradually regained his composure from the shock just now. He obviously didn't mention this detail just now, how did he know?
Is it true that, as Ron said, there really is that kind of genius who can deduce the whole case without going to the scene?

"We are juxtaposing several clues of this drug manufacturing case at the same time. First of all, you said that the purity of this drug is as high as 90%. This is definitely not the kind of punk who came out of a public school. Chemical knowledge and relevant experimental experience.

And no student steals from a school laboratory more easily than the teacher who holds the keys.

In addition, I just found out that Mr. Walter was a well-known chemical genius when he was young. He even started a chemical company with his friends and completed almost all new product research independently. Drugs used to match. "

"Second point, the entanglement between the drug gangster you're chasing and this chemistry teacher, I have to say, using amnesia to cover up your disappearance is really a very bad excuse.

And the excuse of going to someone to buy drugs because of drug use is bad enough. Believe it or not, if you just pull a piece of his hair for a test, you will never find any traces of drug use?Because no one understands the harm of methamphetamine to the human body better than a chemical genius. "

Hank was in a cold sweat when he heard it. Sherlock connected these clues together, and he realized that he had overlooked so many details. However, Sherlock was not in the mood to take care of Hank's emotions. He spoke quickly Continue to talk about your own reasoning.

"Next is the third point, motivation. There is no doubt about it. A poor person with a terminally ill family will definitely want to use his own ability to leave something for his family, or strive for a fortune that can cure him. own funds.

To be honest, Ron, next time if you have such a boring case, don't ask me. Although I am very boring now, your case is really too simple. "

Ron has long been used to being hit by Sherlock, but he just shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, you are idle now, why don't you help me think about where the big drug lord who sells drugs is hiding. My dear reasoning god Mr. Sherlock."

A few compliments won't kill anyone, let alone cost a penny. Ron has never been stingy about compliments that don't cost money.

Not only do you not spend a penny, but you may also earn a large amount of considerable bonuses.

"Okay, first, tell me, besides California, in which other states have you found these drugs, in chronological order if you can."

"First California, then Oregon, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, New Mexico..." Ron proficiently called out a series of place names.

"Needless to say, the big drug lord you mentioned is the owner of the Fried Chicken Brothers chain store, go find him."

"Wait, how did you reason this out?" Hank asked in a low voice.

"According to the time when the drug was discovered, it happened to be a function of the distance to California, and it obviously spread out from California, and the common feature of the states you just mentioned is that there happens to be a chain store of Fried Chicken Brothers."

"But these states also have KFC." Ron finally grasped Sherlock's logical loophole and complained.

Sherlock retorted: "But KFC's food delivery is directly delivered from farms in various states for convenience, and there is no need for such long-distance interstate transportation. In fact, chain stores in the United States where all supply chains come from the same place only have fried chicken. A family of brothers."

Ron quickly searched on the computer, and was reminded by Sherlock that he discovered the abnormality of this company. The company's official website said that it was to ensure a uniform taste and texture of chicken.

However, anyone with a little common sense knows that almost all edible chickens in the United States are specific breeds produced by biological companies, and they even eat the same feed, so there is no difference in the taste of chickens raised anywhere.

"Mr. Flynn!" Hank called, looking at the photo on Ron's computer.

"What? You know him again?" Ron asked curiously.

Hanke pointed to the photo of the black boss and said: "He is one of the biggest sponsors of the DEA's Los Angeles branch. DEA's funds have not been enough, you know."

"Well, you were not wronged at all to be assassinated."

"Your intelligence system is really infiltrated like a sieve." Sherlock's voice sneered in the receiver, which sounded extremely harsh, and Ron didn't care.

"Since the great genius has helped us deduce the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, can you help me find out where they made drugs? You know about the law. I can't arrest them without evidence."

"Well, their poison lab should be in the Glendale laundry."

Hank murmured, "Is this also deduced?"

"No, I found it on Google Maps. It's under Gustavo's name. It's far away from the downtown area. It has a reasonable reason to emit poisonous smoke. It's next to the highway and can quickly deliver the goods. There is no better place than this .”

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(End of this chapter)