The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 88 The Woman Who Paints Oil Paintings
"You're smarter than me!"

After Patrick Jane slapped himself, he sighed.

It was indeed impossible for Chuck to see his show in advance, but he came to the house and waited in advance, obviously predicting that he would do such a stupid thing.

In the past, he was not convinced by his wife Angela that Chuck was smarter than himself.

And now he could only be thankful that Chuck was smarter than him!

"Don't mention common sense."

Chuck shook his head.

"...Thank you for staying here and waiting for me."

Patrick Jane suppressed the desire to spit it out, and was grateful again.

If it wasn't for waiting for him to come back, Chuck should have taken BAU's special plane to go back to the east coast together, and if Chuck hadn't stayed behind to wait for him to come back, he can imagine how his wife would have lived alone at home after this time How scary.

"Just by the way."

Chuck said bluntly: "Even if I don't wait for you, the plane I booked will be tomorrow morning."

"You booked the plane ticket yourself, why don't you take the special plane of BAU..."

When Patrick Jane said this, he suddenly understood, and said speechlessly: "Do you think it's not safe to take BAU's special plane at this time? Do you really think that Bloody John is powerful enough to tamper with BAU's special plane?"

"What's so strange?"

Chuck looked at him strangely: "Bloody John's power spans the east and west coasts, and is filled with various law enforcement agencies. It's too easy to do something. When the airport is stopped for maintenance, a hacker comes in during the flight." Invade and then self-destruct, or even simpler, a direct surface-to-air missile can erase the threat of the capture of Bloody John to the entire force."

Facing such a stable Chuck, although Patrick Jane still felt that Chuck was too cautious, he had nothing to say.

Although these examples are exaggerated, it is not impossible in theory.

Chuck looked at his expression, and once again uttered the classic quote from The Three-Body Problem: "Ignorance and weakness are never obstacles to survival, but arrogance is."

Patrick Jane: "..."

They all said that he was mean-spirited, and he understood and admitted it, but when he was with Chuck, if he didn't fight back with a bit of a sharp tongue, it would be really easy to get depressed.

"How did you guess it in advance?"

Patrick Jane suppressed the complaint in his heart and couldn't help asking.

"Your ghost told me."

Chuck said seriously.

"..."

Seeing Chuck use his psychic nonsense, Patrick Jane twitched the corners of his mouth, and grinned again in pain: "Honestly."

"This is not the first time you have been so unscrupulous on TV. The last time you exposed the fact that a husband cheated on his wife in front of everyone on TV, they divorced after the TV show. And you helped the police When handling cases, I like to use other people's weaknesses to design them to expose themselves. For this reason, I do not hesitate to tell the criminal's relatives to force the criminal to confess. I once used a daughter's trust in you to ask the daughter to go to the criminal's father to question him. You, who can only admit it and then hide aside, are caught showing your true colors. Although these little tricks are practical, they are too hateful."

Chuck looked at him: "This may be the first time for Bloody John, but it will definitely not be the last.

The saying of high emotional intelligence, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change.The saying of low EQ, dogs can't change eating shit!You find shit yourself, hard to guess? "

"...It's not hard to guess."

Super sensory detective Patrick Jane smiled wryly.

After Chuck pointed out his former self, he suddenly realized that since he became famous, although he looked smarter and smarter, he was actually more and more stupid, so stupid that he couldn't stand it now.

"I want to go to Quantico!"

After suppressing these complicated thoughts, Patrick Jane narrowed his eyes: "I can't let Angela and Charlotte live in such a dangerous environment. I want to help uproot John the Bloody Hand."

"unnecessary."

Chuck shook his head.

"You doubt my ability?"

Patrick Jane dissatisfied: "Although the psychic is fake, but my observation, deduction, and acting skills are all first-rate, and I can help you."

"None of your methods will work against him."

Chuck said frankly: "Even I can't use micro-expressions to guess his real thoughts. He is a real anti-social personality, although he is not as good as the curly-haired high-functioning anti-social personality, but unless he speaks himself, he can't." Get more useful information from him."

"Whatever you want, I'll discuss moving with Angela."

Patrick Jane got up and walked upstairs.

After being told by Chuck, he felt more and more terrible about John the Bloody Hand, and there was no way to stay in this place.

Even the BAU of the FBI didn't dare to stay longer, let alone him with his wife and daughter to protect.

London.

In a castle villa.

The spacious room was arranged as a studio, surrounded by various oil paintings. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, an easel stood there. A woman with long blond hair was sitting on a high stool in a white shirt with her back facing the door. , with an oil paintbrush in one hand and a dipping board in the other.

The painting on the easel has already been outlined, it is a huge spider web, the blond woman whose face is covered by the easel, dipped in red paint, outlines a red spider thread.

The mobile phone placed aside vibrated. The woman put down the dipping board, took a look at the mobile phone, paused, put the mobile phone down again, looked at the unfinished red spider silk, and said softly, "What a waste."

Putting down the oil paintbrush in her hand, she stood up, facing the sun, revealing a beautiful face that fits well with the surrounding oil paintings.

The temperament is classic and full of aura.

The blonde beauty muttered: "Chuck Wolf..."

The night will pass.

City of Sacramento.

Chuck sat at the dining table, frowning from time to time in the face of the little girl Charlotte's harassment.

"Charlotte, don't make trouble with your Uncle Chuck."

Patrick Jane said so, but looking at his happy and smug smile, you can know his real thoughts.

Although the little girl Charlotte is cute, she is no different from other children. Facing the parents' orders, she doesn't listen to them at all, and instead pesters Chuck more and more.

"Uncle Chuck, why don't you ever smile?"

"Uncle Chuck, can I sit on your lap?"

"Uncle Chuck, why are you ignoring me?"

The little girl who slept soundly last night and didn't know what happened was really carefree, wantonly exuding her own vitality.

Patrick Jane looked at this scene and smiled, the smile on his face froze because of the incomparable fear.

It is said that the fear of the unknown is the scariest thing. He understood it thoroughly, and he would add that the fear after the event is the scariest thing.

He and his wife Angela stayed up all night last night.

Ok.

I really didn't sleep.

I can't sleep at all, I have been discussing what to do in the future, and I have already decided to move out immediately after breakfast, away from this dangerous place.

What is the most handsome and famous psychic master on TV, super sensory detective, go to hell.

Nothing is more important than the safety of your family!

(End of this chapter)