The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 35 Your Yida
"If only Corey was still around."

A police officer couldn't help but said.

"Corey?"

Jane looked over inquiringly.

The Sheriff frowned.

"Corey Lambert."

The policeman glanced at the female sheriff and explained: "The staff of the Wind River Valley Fish and Wildlife Administration is an excellent hunter. He is good at tracking and investigating. If he is still here, he will definitely be able to track down the real crime scene." .”

"Where is he now?"

Jane couldn't help asking.

"do not know."

The police officer glanced at the female sheriff again, shook his head and stopped talking.

Jane looked at the sheriff, and she felt that this hunter had a story with the sheriff.

"I heard he went back to join the army."

The female police chief was expressionless: "He is a veteran."

Jane nodded, looking at the white land, at a loss, returned to the hotel, poured a glass of wine to keep out the cold, racked her brains and still got nothing, suddenly remembered a calm and indifferent face, and quickly got up to search for it , took out the business card that Chuck gave her, looked at the detective label written on it, hesitated for a long time, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, picked up the phone and dialed it.

Three in the morning.

There was movement in the hotel where Jane was staying, and she woke up from the sleepy but light sleeper. She walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out, and saw a tall figure appearing outside the hotel. Ke is no one.

"here."

Jane hurriedly opened the door to greet her.

Chuck walked in.

"I'm really sorry to invite you here urgently. I really can't help it."

Jane looked at the snowflakes on Chuck's body and said apologetically.

"I gave you the card."

Chuck said frankly: "This situation is expected, and I only have one request for you."

"What is it?"

Jane was taken aback.

Because of the extra money, the heating in the hotel was fully turned on, and she no longer wore bloated clothes like she did when going out during the day, but just a tight-fitting sweater and trousers, reflecting the exquisite curve of the ceiling in her chubby world.

Facing Chuck, she didn't know whether it was because of the cold wind brought in by opening the door, or a woman's self-preservation instinct, which made her subconsciously cross her arms and tighten her collar.

Then she realized she was thinking too much.

Chuck didn't squint, looked into her eyes and said, "I hope you can grow up quickly. In the future, you can solve such small cases by yourself and don't need to ask me again. What I want are interesting and difficult cases."

"Such a small case?"

Jane frowned: "An innocent girl was murdered and died tragically in the snow!"

"Okay, correct me, it's such a simple case."

Chuck nodded: "If you have the time to pick words like this, you might as well spend more time thinking about the case."

Jane hesitated, realizing that she was indeed a bit picky about words, but seeing Chuck mercilessly pointed it out in person, she was still a little unhappy and a little unconvinced: "You haven't even read the case file, how dare you say it's a simple matter?" case?"

"It's very simple. There must always be someone to do the crime. In difficult cases, it is impossible to lock the suspect."

Chuck looked at her: "In such a big place with such a small population, how many people can fit the criminal psychology profile?"

"..."

Jane was speechless, but quickly grasped the point: "Psychological profiling? You will too? Like our FBI's BAU?"

BAU, the Behavior Analysis Section under the FBI, specializes in analyzing the most difficult cases, mainly analyzing the behavioral psychology and crime characteristics of serial perverted criminals, hoping to predict their next action before they commit violence again, and cooperate with the local police to arrest them.

When they were doing rookie training, they had heard the instructors talk about the legendary stories of this department.

For an agent who is determined to make a difference, BAU and criminal psychology profile are very attractive keywords.

Just look at the number of people applying to BAU each year.

It's simply the best of the best.

By the way, BAU also has its own special plane to fly around anytime and anywhere, so there is no need to take an ordinary civil aviation plane like them and wait for the flight.

Treatment is status!

"If you want to be a good detective, you should too."

Chuck reminded: "Also, you shouldn't drink alcohol. Alcohol will paralyze people's nerves in the short term, reduce people's reaction speed, and affect IQ in the long run. Investigating crimes requires IQ, and you need to face danger that may strike at any time. If you don't With this awareness, one day you will change from a police detective who helps others to a victim who needs help."

"I'm just a little cold... Okay, I get it."

Jane wanted to explain that it was too cold here, but she couldn't continue speaking halfway through, and she admitted her mistake decisively.

"Put on your clothes and let's go!"

Chuck looked around imaginatively, reminded him, turned around and walked out.

"Where?"

Jane grabbed the newly bought thermal coat and put it on, and hurried to follow.

"Go to the police station, finish it early, I'll go back early, there's still class next week."

Chuck said.

Jane was speechless, followed him, followed his instructions, got into the passenger seat of the car he rented and drove over, and showed him the way.

"Are you really that confident?"

Jane showed him the way, glanced at Youmeow Chuck's calm face, and couldn't help asking.

"Are you confident that you can eat and drink water?"

Chuck asked back while driving the car.

"...I've never met anyone as confident as you."

Jane understood what Chuck meant and sighed.

"That's because you've seen too little."

Chuck was unimpressed.

Jane has never even met little Sheldon, so she naturally doesn't know what kind of person is really confident and arrogant in this world.

The two drove to the tribal police station.

The lights were still on, obviously someone was on duty.

Jane got out of the car and walked to the front, and was about to lead Chuck inside. Seeing Chuck stop and look at her, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Your Yida?"

Chuck stared for a long time and asked slowly.

"..."

Jane was dumbfounded.

What the hell is Yida?

"Are you a price showdown guy?"

Seeing this, Chuck asked again.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Jane was helpless.

Could it be that geniuses are so strange and difficult to understand?

Kui's aunt kept introducing her.

Talking about such an object would be fatal.

"I just buy clothes and don't tear off the labels, because once I tear them off, it's hard for others to know how much the clothes cost. In that case, no matter how expensive the clothes are, it's no different from street stalls."

Chuck explained: "As long as you don't tear up the price showdown, other people can see the quality of the clothes at a glance even if they have no knowledge."

"I'm not!"

Only then did Jane follow Chuck's gaze to see the sign on the back of her neck that had not been torn off from the thermal coat, and complained, "I just forgot to tear it off because my mind was so full of cases."

"very good."

Chuck nodded and walked inside.

Since she was not a price showdown like Zhang Yida, even if she cared so much about the case that she even forgot to tear off the sign, it was most likely just the enthusiasm of a rookie detective, and it was unlikely to be Zhang Yida's kind of counterproductive concern.

For Chuck, Jane is not a partner like Zhang Yida, and that’s enough!
(End of this chapter)