The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 18 Accountants in Ping An Town

"Dr. Chuck Wolfe."

Chuck glanced at little Leonard, reached out and shook Beverly's hand.

"I heard you crushed Sheldon?"

After Beverly let go, she went straight to the point: "Can you please take me to the hospital to take a film, I want to see your brain."

"My brain doesn't like meeting outsiders."

Chuck directly refused.

Because of his physical illness since he was a child, he frequently took CT scans and MRIs of his brain for doctors to diagnose, and he did not resist this behavior.

But that is no longer the case.

With the water of life provided by the system, his body and mind have changed.

In the foreseeable future, this range of change will increase with the continuous supply of the water of life.

If people are still allowed to spy on his brain and take pictures at will, then if one day someone gets the before and after comparison pictures of his brain film, then they will draw amazing conclusions and arouse people's prying eyes.

"It's a pity."

Beverly frowned: "A smart brain can make outstanding contributions to the scientific development of mankind, and you shouldn't let him be alone."

"He's not alone."

Chuck said something, nodded to Beverly and Little Leonard, and walked towards a car.

In front of the car, an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman smiled at him: "Dr. Wolf, you are back."

"Come on, Helen."

Chuck got into the back seat, signaled to the secretary who came to pick him up, and drove away.

"Beverly."

At this moment, Little Sheldon also came out, looked around, saw Beverly, and immediately called out loudly.

"Sheldon."

Beverly pursed her lips slightly and greeted her.

Little Leonard pouted and could only keep up.

"Thank you for coming to pick me up."

Little Sheldon thanked Beverly.

"You're welcome."

Beverly replied with a paralyzed face.

"How was your summer vacation?"

Little Sheldon asked again.

"We don't need to have these meaningless pleasantries, do we?"

Beverly raised her glasses.

"Sorry, I have spent too much time with my family in the past two months, and I have fallen into this bad habit again."

Little Sheldon immediately apologized.

"Understood, this is a basic social custom, I don't like it but I can only accept it."

Beverly nodded: "It's just that there's no need for this between us. How about we go to the hospital now? I'm very interested in the changes in your brain after spending two months with your family."

"As long as it's not an MRI."

Little Sheldon said happily: "I don't want my brain to explode."

The magnetic field of the nuclear magnetic resonance can make the coin in his nose rush out like a bullet. The direction is unknown, and it is easy to headshot.

"Of course, your brain will only explode because of wisdom imitating the Big Bang of the universe, but it cannot explode just because of a mere coin."

When Beverly said this, she showed a half-hearted smile and a very fake and perfunctory laugh: "Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Little Sheldon showed this weird smile and weird laugh almost simultaneously.

The two walked outside while talking, leaving the little Leonard who looked like a transparent person standing there with a dark face and a cold heart, watching their backs, and it took a long time to call out: "Mom, I'm here!"

Only then did Beverly stop, looked back, and frowned: "Leonard, what are you still standing there for? Come here!"

Although the tone was not very good, little Leonard finally saw that his own mother hadn't forgotten him, and trotted over with satisfaction.

"Help Sheldon with the luggage!"

As soon as I arrived, I heard Beverly's assignment.

"what?"

Little Leonard was stunned.

"Sheldon is a guest, and helping guests with their luggage is a social etiquette, you don't understand this?"

Beverly frowned.

Little Leonard didn't dare to get angry with his mother, but he really didn't want to help little Sheldon carry things, so he just looked at little Sheldon with hatred, hoping that he would realize it.

"Actually, I don't consider myself a guest."

Little Sheldon ignored little Leonard's gaze, and said to himself: "But Beverly is right, this is social etiquette, please handle it with care."

As he spoke, he left his small suitcase to little Leonard, and after giving a warning, he and Beverly continued to talk about their reunion after a long absence, which seemed strange to outsiders but seemed endless.

"..."

Little Leonard looked angrily at his mother and little Sheldon who turned and left side by side again.

If there is such a shitty social etiquette, then he would rather be the guest.

Stuck on the spot for a while, seeing that his mother Beverly had already walked to the front of the car, if she didn't leave, she might really be forgotten here, Little Leonard could only trot with his small suitcase aggrieved Chased after him, arrived before Beverly drove, put Little Sheldon's luggage into the trunk with great effort, picked up the asthma spray and sprayed a few mouthfuls into his mouth, which was wheezing from strenuous exercise, and then he saw Little Sheldon got into the passenger seat.

"mom!"

"what happened again?"

Beverly was chatting happily with Little Sheldon, when her son's voice sounded out of sorts, she looked over impatiently.

"I'm motion sick, I want to sit in the passenger seat!"

Little Leonard reminded him extremely aggrieved.

"Those who are under the age of 12 and whose height is less than 1.4 meters cannot sit in the passenger seat."

Little Sheldon was sitting in the passenger seat and had no intention of getting down at all.

He had wanted to sit in the passenger seat for a long time, but when he was at home, his mother always let him sit in the back seat because he was still a child.

Now that he is a college student, not a child, of course the passenger seat belongs to him.

"You heard."

Beverly directly accepted the reason: "Sheldon is already over 1.4 meters, so he can sit, blame your dad, who told him not to be as strong and intelligent as Dr. Chuck Wolfe people."

"..."

Little Leonard looked at his stature, and was speechless again. Seeing that his own mother and his own father used this example as an example, although he was full of grievances, he could only sit in the back row.

He used to get motion sickness and always sat in the passenger seat.

Just as Little Leonard stared at the back of Little Sheldon's head and kept cursing in his heart, Secretary Helen picked up Chuck and drove to Ping An Town.

This is a small town in New Jersey with a small population and a peaceful life. It is the town where Chuck usually lives, and AC Consulting is registered here.

"Dr. Wolf, the Millers have come over several times and asked when you will come back. Their financial situation is very bad and they need your help."

Secretary Helen stopped on a shopping street in the small town, got off the car and walked to the company office while reporting to Chuck.

"Let them come over."

Chuck carried his luggage and walked into the facade with 'AC Consulting Company' hanging on it. Hearing this, he gave an order and walked to the inside.

This is a room of [-] to [-] square meters, divided into two rooms in the middle, the smaller one outside is Secretary Helen's reception room, and the inside is Chuck's office.

(End of this chapter)