The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 34

"Thinking about something."

Chuck told the truth.

Monica almost blurted out whether she was thinking about something about Professor Alicia Harper, but suddenly thought of another possibility, and quickly changed her words: "That math problem on the blackboard in the corridor?"

"Correct."

Chuck has two purposes: "It's a very interesting question."

"..."

Monica couldn't laugh or cry.

If it was her brother Rose who said that, she would definitely mock him for pretending to be aggressive.

But what Chuck said convinced her.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was worried about disturbing Chuck's train of thought, and stopped when he reached the edge of his mouth. He could only raise his eyes to look at the sky, and his cool attire felt a little chilly in the autumn wind.

After sitting with her for a while, Monica couldn't help but speak up: "You're going to fly later..."

Speaking of this, I forgot where Chuck was going to fly.

Most of the 50 states and one special district in the United States are states where the east and west coastal metropolises are located, such as New York State and California.

The middle and north-south states are largely unknown.

This is the case in Wyoming.

So much so that Chuck said before, Monica has no impression.

"Wyoming, Wind River Valley."

Chuck looked at her: "There's a case."

"Oh."

Monica suddenly realized that she knew about Chuck's occupation. It was reasonable to be a detective, but she still couldn't help asking, "Who invited you?"

"FBI rookie Agent Jane Banner."

Chuck told the truth.

Obviously, it was the right choice for him to send business cards to the other party.

How long has passed, and it's time to harvest.

"Is it a woman?"

Monica grasped the point and subconsciously asked, "Is it pretty?"

"pretty."

Chuck is very straightforward.

"... compared to Professor Alicia Harper?"

The corners of Monica's mouth twitched. At this moment, she wished that Chuck would not be so straightforward. It would be nice to be a little bit glib with a bad man.

"It's the ceiling of the fat world."

Chuck thought about it and gave an appropriate evaluation.

"The ceiling of the fat world?"

Monica didn't know what expression to make.

When she heard fat, she subconsciously thought of herself.

In the past, she was super fat in the eyes of others, but now she is only half of what she used to be.

Alicia's appearance and figure are perfect in her eyes, the kind that women are tempted to look at, but when it comes to Chuck's mouth, it has something to do with being fat, and the ceiling of the fat world?

If so, what was she before?
The Upper Realm of the Fatty World, the second floor, no, the ceiling as high as the fifth floor?
And after throwing away this new term, she discovered the point, no matter whether the ceiling of the fat world is commendatory or derogatory, this new FBI agent named Jane Banner can say with Professor Alicia Harper, One phone call sent Chuck to Wyoming to help, which is definitely not good news.

One Professor Alicia Harper has already put her under a lot of pressure, and another one... Thinking of this, Monica couldn't help but feel extremely depressed.

For a while, the scene quieted down.

Chuck raised his hand to check the time, got up and said, "It's almost time, I'm going to the airport."

"Want me to accompany you?"

Monica was going to accompany Chuck to the airport without asking, but she opened her mouth and asked.

Active is really exhausting.

"it is good."

Chuck nodded.

Monica had a happy expression, and quickly got up, and then reminded in surprise: "The door is over there."

"Wait."

Chuck shook his head and walked into the teaching building.

Monica didn't know why, but she still followed quickly.

After a delay, Chuck drove Monica to the airport. Seeing Chuck's plane piercing the night sky, Monica felt lost, took the car keys that Chuck gave her, and smiled wryly: "I'm just a driver. The driver of the car... is still an empty car."

She was all ready before, but she didn't expect that Chuck wasted all his time thinking about that math problem.

She thought to herself that she couldn't compare to Professor Alicia Harper, and maybe she couldn't compare to the FBI rookie Jane Banner who was also "the ceiling of the fat world" like Professor Alicia Harper, but couldn't she even Can't beat math?
Wyoming.

Wind River Valley Indian Reservation.

Even though it was still late autumn in other places, this place was already covered in snow, and FBI rookie agent Jane Banner was shivering in the cold wind.

Not long after finishing her training at Quantico, she was sent on a mission to the Las Vegas branch.

Originally, this was not considered a hard job, after all, the casino is still very prosperous.

But a few days later, when she was working, her boss called, and she had no time to prepare. The next moment she had flown thousands of kilometers by plane to this strange place.

Although he was surprised, he was still a little happy in his heart. After all, as a new agent, it was very difficult to get this kind of opportunity to be alone.

If it weren't for this case not happening in the Indian Dominion, she knew she would never get it.

The reason is well understood.

The Lord is not worshiped here!

The Lord doesn't care!

Being able to send someone nearby, even if it is a newcomer, is already the greatest gift.

It's just that the little excitement in my heart was half cold as soon as I got off the plane, it was so cold.

Wearing unlined clothes and an FBI coat, she couldn't bear the temperature at all.

Fortunately, there are still good people here.

Sergeant Angela Bishop of the tribal police station in the small town saw her like this, took her home, and gave her a set of warm clothes of her own, and she finally recovered a little.

Then she immediately asked to go to the scene for investigation.

This is her first case, she must go all out to do her best!
The rolling mountains are not suitable for driving, so she can only sit behind the female sheriff and ride a snowmobile to the scene of the crime.

When I got there, I saw a barefoot Indian girl throwing herself down in the snow. What was dazzling were two blood-red balls, one around her mouth and the other around her lower body.

She looked at the sheriff, and the sheriff looked at her.

If it wasn't murder, then the jurisdiction falls to the tribal police department and she can leave.

And in the case of murder, jurisdiction falls to the FBI, but only if evidence is found to prove it.

And it has to be strong evidence.

Otherwise, her boss will definitely call her back. There are so many rich and powerful people in the world who need to be protected (guarded) (listened) in the casino every day. Resources cannot be wasted on this kind of self-destruction The place.

Even though she was a newcomer, as a woman, she could tell at a glance that this Indian girl might have been raped and escaped barefoot.

But the female sheriff has naturally thought of this, and raised a question, saying that it is impossible to run too far barefoot in this weather and freeze to death, and there are no qualified crime locations and personnel nearby.

Jane ordered the body to be sent to the forensic doctor for autopsy, and then sent the relevant evidence to the FBI headquarters. After a set of procedures, she was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

(End of this chapter)