Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Hank looked ashamed. In Ron's opinion, he still lacked experience in dealing with such a foul-mouthed genius, and Sherlock's poisonous spray was like a breeze to Ron's face, causing almost zero damage.

Otherwise, how do you think Ron grew up with Sheldon and didn't strangle that naughty kid to death?

"The criminal is right under my nose? Who are you talking about?" Hank touched his bald head and thought hard, but he still didn't expect who around him had that ability.

"First, let's talk about the poison maker. He is your wife's brother-in-law, the guy named Walter White."

Hank was shocked: "How is that possible! You must be talking nonsense! I know Walter very well, he is definitely not that kind of person!"

"So, you're an idiot."

Sherlock said unceremoniously. At this time, Ron finally spoke up and smoothed things over: "Sorry, Sherlock, my subordinate doesn't seem very smart. Can you please explain your reasoning process?"

Maybe it was because he wasn't busy, or maybe he was just bored, but Sherlock rarely had the patience to explain it to Hank.

"You must have investigated the market trends of the equipment and drugs needed to prepare these drugs, right? The flow of drugs is relatively vague and difficult to check, but those special chemical equipment are usually not bought by many people, so it is easy to find them. Where they went, I guess no one in the market bought those things, but they were lost in the school, right?”

"Yes, that's right." Hank gradually regained his composure from the shock. He clearly didn't mention this detail just now. How did he know?

Is it true, as Ron said, that there really is a genius who can deduce the entire case without going to the scene?

"We are now juxtaposing several clues about this drug production case. First of all, you said that the purity of this drug is as high as 90%. This is definitely not something that a gangster from a public school can make. It must have a high degree of intelligence. Chemistry knowledge and relevant experimental experience.

And no student can steal things from the school laboratory more easily than the teacher who holds the key.

In addition, I happened to find out that Mr. Walter was a well-known chemical genius when he was young. He even opened a chemical company with his friends and completed almost all new product research independently. The equipment lost in the school happened to be related to manufacturing these products. The drugs are consistent with those used. "

"Second point, the entanglement between the drug gang you are tracking and the chemistry teacher, I have to say, using amnesia to cover up your disappearance is really a very bad excuse.

And the excuse of going to someone to buy drugs because he takes drugs is a bad enough excuse. Believe it or not, if you just pull a piece of his hair and do a test, you will definitely not find any trace of drug use? Because no one understands the harm of methamphetamine to the human body better than a chemical genius. "

Hank felt cold sweat break out on his back. When Sherlock connected these clues together, he realized that he had ignored so many details and had not noticed. However, Sherlock was not in the mood to take care of Hank's emotions and spoke quickly. Continue to talk about your reasoning.

"Next is the third point, motivation. There is no doubt about this. A poor person with a terminal illness and an average family will definitely want to use his own skills to leave something to his family, or to strive for a sum of money that can cure him. own funds.

To be honest, Ron, if it's still such a boring case next time, don't come to me. Although I'm very bored now, your case is too simple. "

Ron was already used to being beaten by Sherlock, so he just shrugged indifferently: "You have nothing to do now anyway, so why not help me think about where the big drug lord who sells drugs everywhere is hiding? My dear Mr. Sherlock, the master of reasoning."

A few compliments won't kill anyone, and they don't cost a penny. Ron has never been stingy with free compliments.

Not only does it not cost you a penny, you may also earn a large amount of bonus.

"Okay, first of all, tell me, besides California, in which other states did you find these drugs, preferably in chronological order if you can."

"First California, then Oregon, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, New Mexico..." Ron spoke out a series of place names skillfully.

"Needless to say, the drug lord you are talking about is the owner of the Fried Chicken Brothers chain store. Go find him."

"Wait, how did you reason this out?" Hank asked in a voice.

"According to the time when the drugs were discovered, there is a functional relationship with the distance to California. They obviously spread from California. The common feature of the states you just mentioned is that they all have Fried Chicken Brothers chain stores."

"But these states also have KFC." Ron finally caught Sherlock's logic loophole and complained.

Sherlock retorted: "But for the sake of convenience, KFC's food delivery is delivered directly from farms in various states. There is no need for such long-distance interstate transportation. In fact, chain stores like the United States, where all supply chains come from the same place, only have fried chicken." A family of brothers.”

Ron quickly searched on the computer, and when Sherlock reminded him, he discovered the abnormality of this company. The company's official website stated that it was to ensure a uniform taste and texture of the chicken.

However, anyone with some common sense knows that almost all edible chickens in the United States are specific varieties produced by biological companies. Even the feed they eat is the same, so the taste of chickens raised there is no difference at all.

"Mr. Flynn!" Hank yelled, looking at the photos on Ron's computer.

"What? Do you know him again?" Ron asked curiously.

Hank pointed to the photo of the black boss and said: "He is one of the largest sponsors of the DEA's Los Angeles branch. The DEA's funds have never been sufficient, as you know."

"Well, you were not unjustly assassinated."

"Your intelligence system is really penetrated like a sieve." Sherlock's voice sneered in the receiver. It sounded so harsh that Ron didn't take it seriously.

"Now that the great genius has helped us deduce the identity of the mastermind, can you help me find the place where they make drugs? You know the law. I can't arrest them without evidence."

"Well, their meth lab is supposed to be in the laundromat in Glendale."

Hank murmured and asked: "Is this also deduced?"

"No, I found it from Google Maps. It's under Gustavo's name. It's far away from the downtown area. It has a reasonable reason to emit toxic smoke. It's next to the highway and can quickly transport freight out. There is no better place than this. .”

PS: If I say two updates a day, I mean two updates a day. There will be one update later, which may be a bit late. Friends who can’t wait can watch it tomorrow.