Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"If the people from the identification department don't come, what will happen to the evidence I prepared?" Sheldon picked up a sealed bag from the table with an empty drink bottle inside: "When one of the thieves was raiding our house, he actually dared to steal it from I grabbed a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and drank it.”

"You should be able to find some valid fingerprints on it," Sheldon took out another piece of plastic paper: "These are my fingerprints, so you can eliminate me as a suspect."

"Sheldon, where's mine?" Leonard asked.

"I'm sorry Leonard, it's too early to rule out the possibility of a mole committing the crime."

"It's not too much for me to ask you to shoot him, right?" Leonard complained helplessly: "Ron, look at what's going on with your brother."

"Hey, you've moved in together, and now he's your problem instead of mine." Ron gloated.

"I'm happy to send him to the intensive care unit for 72 hours of psychiatric observation." The policeman echoed the suggestion. He had already seen that this guy looked a little abnormal.

"I'm not crazy. My mother took me for a test."

"But it's also possible that the doctor at that time was a quack. Anyway, he went crazy shortly after he gave you a test. Maybe mental illness is contagious?" Ron complained while drinking a drink, which attracted Sheldon. glare.

Ron had checked the surveillance system of the apartment building just now based on his identity. It was indeed just two stupid thieves. Many people in the entire building had been robbed. Fortunately, he thought it was some large organization coming to take revenge, but Sheldon was frightened. It's not easy.

It was rare that he came to Ron and asked to sleep with him.

Are you kidding me? Except when Ron had to sleep in a bunk bed with little George in the same room as a child due to the size of the family, he never slept in the same room with a man again even when he was in college.

As the ace quarterback of the football team, he certainly has the capital to apply for a single dormitory from the school. You know, American universities give very preferential treatment to sports students, let alone outstanding students like Ron with equally outstanding grades. .

Therefore, Ron naturally refused his unreasonable request, but considering that Sheldon's apartment had just been burglarized, Ron generously said that Sheldon could sleep at his place tonight.

As for himself, he stayed at Max's house and had a happy fight with Caroline.

Due to what happened at the cake shop last time, Ron and Caroline are currently in a breakup state, but it does not mean that the two cannot have some fun by dating X, especially since this fun is based on Caroline's initiative. Down.

When Ron returned to the apartment again, Sheldon's apartment door had been completely changed and replaced with a new lock that looked very high-end.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you planning to turn the apartment into a bunker?"

"Ron, this is a titanium fixed bolt lock, and a specially reinforced door frame controlled by the most advanced electronic access control system. Do you want to get one too?"

Howard pointed at the fruits of his labor and showed off, like a salesman selling door locks, and Ron shook his head.

He doesn't need this thing. His force value and the directional mines bound and controlled by the bedroom door are the best means to deal with thieves and all illegal intruders.

Sheldon crossed his arms and questioned Howard's boasted features: "What if they cut off the power?"

"There's 200 watts of uninterruptible backup power built into it."

Sheldon was still worried: "What if my key is stolen?"

“It also comes with independent voice control and fingerprint scanning systems.”

"What if I was kidnapped, forced to record my voice, and had my thumb cut off by the kidnapper." If the first two questions are relatively reliable, the third one is just looking for trouble.

Ron rolled his eyes: "Then I will send them a check for ten thousand dollars to express my gratitude. Do you have any other questions?"

"OK," Howard, as the only technical geek in the group of four with hands-on ability, continued to show everyone the reliability of the new door lock:

"In addition to those outside, there are motion monitors, infrared sensors and monitors inside the house, while connected to servers equipped with state-of-the-art facial recognition software."

"That sounds great. Where did you get that? Maybe I can get one for my office building."

Ron had to admit that he was moved. For a professional agent like him, this thing might not have much blocking effect, but at least it could cause a lot of trouble to intruders, and he felt that he had offended people more and more. Ron, who has many, feels it is very necessary to equip his base with one.

"Uh... I'm afraid this is a bit inconvenient," Howard said a little stuck: "I have a friend in the Ministry of Defense, and he only has this way."

"Only one set?" Ron asked suspiciously, "Is he just giving it to you so generously?"

"If I ask, he will definitely give it. Ironically, their security system doesn't seem to be that perfect."

"Well, if you can easily steal their stuff, then it's really a bit redundant to put it in my base." After hearing this, Ron gave up the idea of ​​ordering a set.

While they were talking, Penny suddenly opened the door: "Rajesh, your car is blocking me..."

"Didi! Alert alert!"

As soon as Penny walked into the house, a large metal sheet suddenly fell from the roof at the door, covering her whole body inside.

"FXXK! What the hell is this?!"

Leonard quickly rescued Penny from the big net.

"What a perfect security system. What's the use of this broken net? Are you going to let me use it to catch tuna?" Sheldon complained disdainfully.

"Don't worry, this fishing net will also be electrified. Once it is illuminated, it will fall to the ground and its whole body will spasm involuntarily." Howard continued to explain.

"That's pretty much it." Sheldon nodded with satisfaction.

"It's really boring. Instead of doing this, it's better to install a few mines at the door as insurance. I won't tell you anymore. I didn't have a good rest last night, so I'm going to bed first. Good night, everyone!"

Ron said hello, stretched and walked to his room, saying that he was going on a date with Caroline, but don't forget, that was Max's room. Apart from Caroline, the little white rabbit, there were other people in the room. There is also a hungry Max.

After serving two people all night, even if the perpetual motion machine could bear it, Ron was a little tired, but tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night.

Ron was sleeping soundly when suddenly a siren sounded. The sound came from Sheldon's apartment. Ron quickly ran over with his gun, but when he arrived, he almost peed with laughter.

At the door of the apartment, Sheldon was lying on the ground covered with a fishing net, his limbs twitching. Under his body, there was a pool of unknown liquid flowing out, and there was a strange smell.

Ron pinched his nose in disgust: "Sheldon, you can't wet your pants, can you?"