Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Not only that, although he was born into a poor family, his parents passed away when he was young, and he only had a kind uncle who left him an inheritance of almost 100,000 US dollars, but he still used various means to turn this inheritance into a Today’s net worth.”

Finch couldn't help but speak with a hint of admiration at the end, but Ron sneered at this statement: "If it was the 1970s and 1980s of the last century, the story you told might still happen, but now This era...haha..."

Ron sneered twice, not saying anything that should or should not be said.

In the 1970s and 1980s, as the Soviet Union was still watching covetously from the sidelines, American capitalists had to compromise with workers and increase workers' wages and benefits in order to prevent themselves from being hung on street lamps one day. In many aspects, Workers in capitalist America were even better off than workers in the Soviet Union.

As a result, due to various mistakes, that period became the real golden age in American history.

In this era, even if you are just an ordinary worker, you can easily buy a car, live in a big house, and support your family with the salary you get from your labor.

"OK, if that's the case, I think today's tracking is meaningless. Whether he plans to attack the woman he is dating, or someone plans to attack him, the park during the day is not the best choice. Maybe we We should go to his home and see if there are any clues?”

Samn joined in their conversation, and Finch agreed: "That's a great idea, Ron. Can you please come to his house now?"

"Of course, you hired me, so my time is at your disposal this day." Ron nodded happily, took the oar from Samn, and rowed the boat to the shore.

By a very coincidence, the apartment where the target lived happened to be in Pasadena, where Ron was located, another high-end apartment nearly three blocks away from Ron's apartment.

Although it is called high-end, this high-end is only relative to the level of the property. The security system was still fragile in front of Ron. Ron only used a piece of spaghetti to open the door lock of his house. .

"Wow~ What a neat room. It feels like it was specially decorated to entertain guests." As soon as Ron entered the door, he was shocked by the cleanliness of the room and couldn't help but sigh.

Samn was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"Because I am too tidy, I have a brother with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even he will inevitably leave many traces of his life in the room, such as butt marks on the sofa, or the bowl specially used for soaking cereals. bowl."

As he said that, Ron walked to the kitchen cupboard, took out a bowl outside and smelled it, then handed it to Samn: "Smell it, there is no residual smell this night, but usually for a long time Even if the tableware is specially used to hold a certain kind of food, no matter how clean it is, it will inevitably retain some smell of the food it often holds."

After all, Ron was someone who had worked with top detectives, and he immediately discovered the irrationality of this room through a bowl.

"So what? What does this mean?"

"Either he doesn't usually eat breakfast, or he doesn't usually cook and eats outside. In this case, the real purpose of this tableware is very suspicious, such as inviting people of the opposite sex to go home to cook together. What do you think of this excuse? It’s much more reliable than inviting women to your home to watch kittens doing backflips.”

Ron walked along the kitchen to the study and started to rummage through the files. As a result, he found something more interesting: "Come and take a look at this. Does the girl in this photo look familiar?"

"Isn't this the girl we saw in the park just now?" Samn said in surprise as he looked at the photo of the girl on the file.

However, what was even more surprising was what was behind. In a special cabinet on the desk, there were no less than 20 pieces of information about each girl. In addition to names and photos, these information also had a lot of other information such as home addresses, graduation schools, etc. Detailed information.

Frankly speaking, even an interview resume cannot be so detailed, but the information compiled by this target person for the girl he is dating is.

"Oh my god! Isn't this information too detailed? What is he planning to do by collecting information about these girls?"

"You have to ask him about this, but there is nothing new under the sun. A man who goes to such great lengths to collect information on these young girls has only two purposes, either for money or sex, or both. It’s both.”

Ron flipped through the information casually. He was used to seeing all kinds of bizarre cases, and he was already accustomed to this kind of pediatric stuff: "But I am more inclined to the first type. Now I understand the origin of this guy's wealth. He is probably What special means are used to extract wealth from these girls."

"Okay, the case has been solved. This guy is just a freeloader. If anyone really wants him to die, they can start with these girls who have been hurt by him."

Ron spread the girls' files on the table, photographed them one by one and sent them to Finch: "The data analysis job is yours, I'm off work."

Finch's analysis of these archives estimates that it will take a long time. Ron has enough time to do other things, such as spying on his lovely brother. What is he doing at home now?

Less than two hours had passed since he left home in the morning. If they were really planning a prank on him, they should be able to catch them if they went back now.

But unlike what he imagined, when Enron returned home, he did not find the two weird scientists playing with any messy equipment. Instead, they each had a notebook and stood in front of a whiteboard chatting about something.

Ron looked around, and to his surprise, he understood for the first time what Sheldon wrote on the whiteboard. It was a list similar to a game score list. On this list, his name The names of several other friends of Sheldon's were clearly listed, and Rolle simply opened the door.

"Hey, what the hell are you two guys doing?"

"Ron!" Seeing Ron entering the door, the two of them were obviously startled. They hurriedly tried to cover up the whiteboard behind them, but it was in vain. Ron waved his hand and covered Sheldon. Block behind.

"Let me see, Raj has 70 points, Howard has 65 points, I have 50 points, Leonard has 40 points...wait, I understand what this is!" Thinking of the recent weirdness between Sheldon and Amy After doing this, Ron suddenly had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized:

"You have made a scoring system to judge us so that you can choose the most suitable groomsmen and bridesmaids in your mind, right? No wonder you always arrange all kinds of messy things for us recently, such as buying coffee and giving it to you Where are you going? Oh, by the way, yesterday you sent me a permutation and combination question. How do you arrange a group of smelly guests to sit at the same table to eat? Is that right? "

But unlike what he imagined, when Enron returned home, he did not find the two weird scientists playing with any messy equipment. Instead, they each had a notebook and stood in front of a whiteboard chatting about something.

Ron looked around, and to his surprise, he understood for the first time what Sheldon wrote on the whiteboard. It was a list similar to a game score list. On this list, his name The names of several other friends of Sheldon's were clearly listed, and Rolle simply opened the door.

"Hey, what the hell are you two guys doing?"

"Ron!" Seeing Ron entering the door, the two of them were obviously startled. They hurriedly tried to cover up the whiteboard behind them, but it was in vain. Ron waved his hand and covered Sheldon. Block behind.

"Let me see, Raj has 70 points, Howard has 65 points, I have 50 points, Leonard has 40 points...wait, I understand what this is!" Thinking of the recent weirdness between Sheldon and Amy After doing this, Ron suddenly had a flash of inspiration and suddenly realized:

"You have made a scoring system to judge us so that you can choose the most suitable groomsmen and bridesmaids in your mind, right? No wonder you always arrange all kinds of messy things for us recently, such as buying coffee and giving it to you Where are you going? Oh, by the way, yesterday you sent me a permutation and combination question. How do you arrange a group of smelly guests to sit at the same table to eat? Is that right? "

"yes."

"Absolutely not!"

Faced with Ron's questioning, Sheldon and Amy had completely opposite reactions. Sheldon nodded to admit, while Amy shook her head to deny. The two looked at each other, and Sheldon continued:

"This is a great experiment where we break down various scenarios you may face at a wedding into different items to score you, so you can know who among you is the most suitable one."

"So have you come to a conclusion now? Judging from your ranking, your final best man should be Howard?" Ron asked slightly dissatisfied: "Please, how did you rank this one? I am actually the last one. The second place is only ten points higher than Leonard!"

"Before I tell you the answer, can you tell me first, have you solved the question I gave you yesterday?"

"No, I don't think it's necessary. If there really are such a group of people who keep doing bad things coming to eat, I would rather kill them all and eat every day."

Ron's answer was as usual with his usual violent aesthetic style. Sheldon shook his head in disappointment and said seriously: "If you answer it wrong, your score will not change, so if no one of them can solve this question, you Still second to last Ron.”

Well, even though Ron has lived with Sheldon for a long time, from his birth to now to be precise, he is still shocked by his lack of common sense many times.

"First of all, I have to tell you that although it is your right to choose the best man, this approach will still hurt the hearts of your friends, but..."

Ron's expression changed from sad to evil smile in an instant: "I like this kind of prank. If you let me be the judge, how about I promise not to expose you?"

While Ron and Sheldon were discussing what subjects should be used to detect the excellent qualities of these groomsmen, in the secret base, Finch also began to discuss the intelligence collected today with Reese and Samn.

"Based on the level of detail in these files, I have every reason to suspect that the target we are protecting this time is following these girls, and among the people he has followed, there is one person who is particularly noteworthy."

Riese pulled out a photo of a girl from the file and nailed it to the blackboard: "Jenna Larez, one of his ex-girlfriends, has been missing for a month, and he or his body has not been found yet. I I think we now have sufficient reason to suspect that this person may not be the kind of person we usually protect, and all his behaviors are consistent with the perverted murderers I have seen before."

"If you put it this way, it makes sense to maintain close relationships with so many women at the same time, but to select prey among these women!" Samn agreed with sudden realization.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." The printer next to Finch purred and spit out a photo. Finch picked up the photo and pasted it next to the girl just now: "This is Bruce Wellington's daughter, who was murdered last week. Kill, her father is an auction house owner, philanthropist, and real estate tycoon. On the surface, it seems to have nothing to do with our goal, but I found out that they went to the same university."

"Okay, so what should we do?"

"I think we should observe it first before making a decision," Finch pondered for a moment and continued: "He often goes to a nightclub called Afterimage. I cross-compared Ron's finding of the woman in the file with using the 'Wishers' The women who hooked on the app have all checked into that nightclub at least once.

If she is, as we have guessed, a perverted murderer hiding in the city, that is his slaughterhouse, where he selects innocent lambs, kills them, cuts them into pieces, and hides the bodies in a place that no one has discovered yet. place. "

If you are willing to take the bait, it is a very popular dating software in the United States. Its function is roughly equivalent to that of Momo and Tantan in China, but it is more explicit and straightforward.

Rise's face straightened: "Then I'll wait there tonight."

"What's the point of going there? The target in his hands is not you." Finch shook his head helplessly.

Just when he couldn't think of a way and was at a loss, his eyes were suddenly attracted to Samn who was playing with the dog, and an idea instantly formed in his mind: "Wait a minute, I have an idea, maybe we can set him up ourselves." trap!"

"Trap, what are you going to do?" Rise frowned.

"What do you think about letting Samn check in at that nightclub and wait for the target to take the bait?"

Reese glanced at Samn's beautiful face and nodded slightly: "Yes, yes, but wouldn't it be too little of a trap? What if he doesn't like this one?"