The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 11

Chuck could wash his hands right in front of Kalinda.

That was an attitude and a habit that was most in line with his nature.

After pressing my sister's head, I endured it for a long time before going to the bathroom to avoid my sister washing her hands.

This is family love.

But now that it's all a showdown, and my sister is still so naughty, I can't get used to it anymore.

So Chuck avoided Hailey's hand and reminded him with his eyes.

"Don't be shy."

Haili's eyes jumped, she giggled, and reached out to grab Chuck's hand again.

Chuck narrowed his eyes and dodged to avoid it.

Hailey stopped pretending and chased after Chuck more vigorously, as if she vowed to touch Chuck's hand to see if he would wash his hands.

Chuck kept dodging.

The two brothers and sisters chased from the bedroom to the corridor, and then broke into a pink boudoir, rushing in and out, Haili was panting tiredly, lay down on her own bed, turned sideways and looked at Chuck with her hands on her head: "Why are you so good?"

"You are not bad, have you practiced?"

Chuck's breathing was steady, and he couldn't tell that he had been exercising vigorously just now. Looking at his sister on the bed, he asked him a curious question.

Hai Li's gesture of grabbing him clearly meant to grab him professionally.

"I can see it."

Hai Li smiled and said, "But it's far behind you."

"Because you get beaten less."

Chuck told the truth and began to look at his sister's boudoir.

As a detective, it is essential to quickly interpret your environment.

"..."

Hai Li smiled for a while, and then laughed more happily: "You want to hit me, how many times do you want to hit me?"

"It's not that I want to hit you."

Chuck withdrew his gaze, fell on his sister's face, understood her meaning, and couldn't help frowning: "You want to be beaten by me, why?"

"Is it possible to be as powerful as you after being beaten by you?"

Hailey changed her posture, lying on the bed instead, with her hands on her neck, looked up at Chuck, and asked curiously.

"Look at the talent."

Chuck looked at her: "Most people were directly disabled."

I think his predecessor was taken to India by his father when he was a child, where he hired a special monk master and beat him constantly. At one time, even the master monk could not stand it anymore and asked him to rest and take care of him, but his strict father refused to let him go. Thinking that the master monk didn't beat him hard enough, he had to force the master monk to use all means to beat him severely.

Because in the eyes of the father, this world is a world of the weak and the strong, and the son has this kind of disease, and he must be strong enough to survive alone.

Furthermore, if a son can't touch others, then he has to adapt as much as strong light and noise. Being beaten and beating are all physical contact.

Changed one master after another, and practiced almost all the famous martial arts in the world before finally returning from the master.

But this is the talent of his predecessor, if it were someone else, he would have been beaten so viciously at such a young age, most likely he would have been crippled directly.

"I have also trained with my master, and I have also searched the Internet for the essence of various martial arts, but I am still far behind you."

Hai Li said dejectedly: "It seems that it's just a theory now, but it's not surprising. Those teachers don't dare to hit people with their hands, so how can they practice it? Can you teach me well?"

"why?"

Chuck didn't refuse outright, he just asked why.

"Do you think the world is safe?"

Haili rested her chin on her hands and dangled her feet.

Chuck was silent.

As a person who used to be an accountant and is now a detective, in just a few years, he has seen the sinister hearts and rampant perversions in this mixed American drama world.

Safety?

It was an illusory bubble of extravagant hope, which would burst with a poke.

"Can you always stay by our side and protect us?"

Haley asked.

"I'm going to speak to Mr. McGough."

Chuck thought for a while and said.

"Better not."

Hai Li sat up, shook her head and said: "Like most people, he doesn't care about the truth of this world at all, and he still holds the illusion that bad things will never happen to him, how could he be willing to let his precious daughter be killed?" Hit, you insist on telling him, either he accepts it uncomfortably, he only has that little hair, don't embarrass him anymore, or he doesn't accept it and one day encounters misfortune, but we are powerless and desperate, what do you think?"

"It's more handsome to be bald than bald."

Although Hailey is very convincing, Chuck simply ignores her bewitching.

"Then why don't you shave your head... okay."

Seeing that the persuasion failed, Haili lowered her head, her eyes flashed with annoyance, and she muttered in her mouth: "You are the brother, you have the final say."

Chuck nodded, turned and left.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Seeing Chuck go straight away, Hayley jumped out of bed and shouted.

"Pack your bags and talk to Mr. McGough."

Chuck did what he said.

His time is limited. If he hadn't taken into account the emotions left by his predecessor and the fact that the bald chief introduced him to Little Sheldon and gained an extra +10 points of yang point and yin point, he would not have come to live for a few days.

Now that I am going to train my sister, strengthen her self-protection power, and relieve him of some worries, then hurry up.

"Wait a minute, you are a detective, and I heard that you are very powerful. What do you think of my room?"

Hailey called him back.

"It's a good disguise."

Chuck left without looking back.

Haili looked at her boudoir, and saw that the main color of the room was pink, a large bed by the window, the quilt was messy, there were bear dolls on the bedside table, exquisite and beautiful bedside lamps, and a hamburger-style phone beside it. A potato stool and a study table, books and fashion magazines are placed in a mess on the table, a family photo frame, and a funny photo of her with her best friend, the wall is covered with fashionable star posters and interesting pictures, Ceilings are no exception.

"This is clearly the boudoir of a sunny and happy girl, why is she pretending?"

Hai Li muttered something, touched her chin with her finger, fell into thought, and murmured: "Is it too much?"

At this moment, the bald director suppressed his anger and shouted from downstairs: "Hailey!"

"Why does this brother move so fast... Here it comes."

Haili came back to her senses, complained, then responded loudly, rubbed her face, and ran down.

downstairs.

Mother Bran was busy in the kitchen, indifferent to her husband calling for her daughter sternly, but looked at her lost son Chuck from time to time.

"dad."

After Hayley went downstairs, she gave Chuck a look of "I told you earlier", then walked to the bald director, put her arms around his arm, and called out with a smile.

"What did you and your brother say?"

The bald director was very angry, and refused to accept this. He threw the little padded jacket's hand, and said with a straight face: "If you feel that your skin is itchy, don't bother your brother, I have plenty of time, and I really want to exercise recently. "

(End of this chapter)