The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

As Jack said before, when all is said and done, he still has time to buy a beautiful little dress and a bouquet of flowers, and go visit his eldest daughter with Jubal.

Although the little girl will inevitably undergo a painful bone marrow puncture tomorrow and be confirmed to be a misdiagnosis, a "false alarm" is better than going through long-term treatment of several months or even one or two years.

Although with the advancement of medical technology, both "childhood aplastic anemia" and "childhood leukemia" are no longer incurable diseases, but the long treatment process will cause children and their parents to suffer.

Fast forward to Saturday, and Jack doesn't know how Danny and his wife Linda's "wild night" went, but he and Hannah did have a great time at their "game night" last night.

Octavio went to jail, and it is not yet known what the jury's verdict will be, but at least his son was saved and the operation was successful. Although the difficult life ahead will still be difficult, it finally gave the family a glimmer of hope.

On Sunday morning, Hannah made an appointment with Cassel's little beauty Alexis to go shopping. Jack was alone at home coding. When he was typing on the keyboard until it was dark, his cell phone suddenly rang with an incoming call. None other than Rick Cassel.

"So, can you explain what is happening in front of me?" It took Jack ten minutes to open the high-end security door of Cassel's house with a lockpick, and then he saw his hands and feet covered with tape in the living room. The great writer tied to a chair.

Cassel's face was still covered with half a piece of tape. He was lying on the glass coffee table. His face was pressed against the mobile phone on the coffee table. It was also covered with this guy's saliva. You can imagine the phone he just called himself. How difficult it is to make a phone call.

"I just wanted to do a character experience. I just happened to write that the protagonist of my novel, Nikki Hitt, was tied to a chair and wanted to know what to do to break free."

Cassel was not surprised at all that Jack could easily enter his home. It seemed that in his understanding, lockpicking was a skill that every FBI agent should have.

"So you let Alexis tie you up like this before going out, and you didn't even think about the consequences of not being able to break free?"

Jack cut off the tape on the hands and feet of this living treasure and helped him pick up the wallet that was thrown on the floor. Obviously, Alexis played the role of a robber faithfully and emptied her father's wallet before leaving. cash in it.

"Calling for help is one of the ways, isn't it?" Cassel grinned and tore off the tape on his mouth. It was also covered with disgusting Bala's saliva. This guy just used his tongue to add saliva and licked this thing away little by little. of.

Jack wanted to know how he would apply this plot to the beautiful and sexy heroine in his book, Nikki Hitt.

Cassel hurriedly wiped the phone clean, browsed the messages inside, and began to urge Jack, "Hurry up, hurry up, do you have the car keys with you? We need to get to the Beaumont Hotel as soon as possible."

"Beaumont Hotel? Us?" Jack was a little confused.

"Oh, come on, Beckett called me an hour ago and then sent me a message saying that a bridesmaid was killed at a wedding at the Beaumont Hotel. Don't tell me you don't want to come along?" Castle He said while putting on his coat.

"Uh, okay." Jack shrugged noncommittally. Anyway, his writing ideas were disrupted by this thing, so he might as well go and watch the excitement.

The Beaumont Hotel is a five-star hotel in Manhattan, just near Central Park, just under the jurisdiction of the NYPD's 12th Precinct, and not far from the high-end apartment building where the two of them live.

Entering the hotel lobby, Cassell seemed to have met an old acquaintance and greeted two police detectives wearing NYPD badges warmly.

The two police detectives were not very familiar with Jack, but Jack was quite impressed with them. The thin, short white police detective was named Kevin Ryan, and the stocky Latino police detective was named Esposito. Javier.

These two are also a lively and talkative pair, they can be called professional comedians. It seems that they have become familiar with Cassel during this time, and they greeted him with the same enthusiasm.

The two of them were a little surprised when they saw Jack. They didn't understand why he, an FBI agent, would show up here. However, as the saying goes, they have the same affinity. Well, to be precise, they share the same hobby of eating melons. After listening to him tell about Cassell's embarrassing incident just now, Kevin and Esposito laughed harshly at the same time.

"We are also preparing to send a search and rescue team to find you."

"This is work, do you understand work?" Cassel retorted weakly, then quickly changed the subject, "Where is the crime scene?"

"Sixth floor, let's go up together. We are just looking for security to get guest information." Kevin raised a stack of A4 paper in his hand.

Went up to the sixth floor of the hotel, and the four of them walked out of the elevator together. Cassel had regained his spirited appearance and began to inquire about the situation, "I heard that the bridesmaid was killed. What exactly happened? Didn't she die wearing the bridesmaid dress?"

As he spoke, he and Esposito shared a knowing smile.

Kevin is relatively kind, "It's not that bad. It's a lilac chiffon dress."

"Please, are you serious? That's lavender." Esposito laughed at his good partner as usual, this time questioning Kevin's aesthetics.

Kevin was still a little unconvinced, "Is there any problem? I also have sisters, and you have never seen the dresses they wear when they are bridesmaids. They are so ugly." He also made a special gesture for emphasis.

"Generally speaking, bridesmaids' dresses are ugly." Jack commented with experience as someone who has attended several weddings.

"Really? Why?" Single Esposito expressed confusion.

"This way, the bride will be extraordinarily beautiful." Beckett appeared in front of everyone with her long legs, still looking so heroic.

Cassel perked up as soon as he saw her, "Aha, did you see that every woman has unlimited fantasies about her wedding, even Kate Beckett is no exception.

Do you dare to say that you have never cut out your favorite wedding dress from a magazine? "

Beckett leaned slightly closer to the guy and said seriously, "I have never cut out a wedding dress in a magazine."

"You lied!" Cassel turned to look at Jack, "Psychologist, is she lying?"

Jack took advantage of Beckett's turn to leave and nodded slightly in agreement. The duo beside him also mocked his female boss mercilessly, "That's right."

Everyone followed Beckett into a guest room, where several members of the forensic team were busy. A female corpse fell in front of the closet. As Kevin said before, she was wearing a lavender chiffon dress.

A Latina female forensic doctor was squatting on the ground to examine the body. She had a round face, a slightly fat body, and curly hair. She and Esposito both had dark brown skin. When she saw Jack, her eyes were filled with surprise.

"Do you mind?" Jack put on rubber gloves and squatted down opposite her, asking politely.

The female forensic doctor was slightly absent-minded. It wasn't until Beckett coughed lightly that she came back to her senses. She quickly stretched out her hand to shake Jack's hand.

Jack took the initiative to introduce himself, "Jack Tavole, FBI, friend of Cassel and Beckett, do you mind if I take a look at the body? I'm also very interested in forensic work."

The female forensic doctor smiled like a flower. She didn't say anything for a while, but just nodded.

"Lanny Parrish, forensic examiner, right? I heard Hannah mention you." Jack felt a little frightened by this look in his eyes.

This female forensic doctor is Beckett's best friend. Although Jack has never met her before, since Hannah became best friends with Beckett and Stella from CSI, the circle of friends between best friends will naturally expand.

"Oh, I remembered Hannah's handsome boyfriend." Lanie raised her hand generously to signal Jack to do whatever he wanted, as if the ground was not a creepy corpse but something interesting.