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

I can’t figure out whether the customs on the East Coast and the West Coast are different, or whether the weddings Jack attended before were either the kind where the bride ran with a ball to catch up on time, or the two women wore wedding dresses together, which may not have been that traditional.

In short, whether the bride and groom slept together the day before the wedding didn't seem to have much to do with the case. Seeing that the groom's further questioning still yielded nothing, and it was getting late, Beckett was about to go back to the police station to sort out the timeline of the case. reason.

Jack also planned to go home. After all, this case had nothing to do with him. Of course, he could also take it over on the grounds that the victim was from other states, but it was obviously not necessary at the moment.

The two of them wandered around the sixth floor of the hotel but couldn't find Cassel. It was a bit strange. Beckett was about to take out his mobile phone to call this guy, but Jack raised his hand to stop him and took him to the door of the banquet hall.

He put a finger on his lips and shushed slightly. Beckett understood this and carefully pushed the door open a crack and peeked inside.

Cassel was in the middle of the banquet hall, which was the original wedding scene, secretly eating the wedding cake with the bride Keira who was hiding here.

Beckett frowned and was about to push the door open, but was stopped again. Jack leaned into her ear and whispered to her in an inaudible voice, "Don't you want to know something about Cassel and her history?" ?After all, this girl looks different from this guy’s first two wives.”

Jack didn't say there was any difference. Although he was indeed very familiar with Cassel now, Beckett, who had been with him almost day and night during this period, should know better about certain things. After all, someone always has a mouth. He is very big and never mind talking about his past with others.

Beckett's eyes were wandering, and he bit his lip without making a sound, but his body honestly put his ear to the crack of the door.

"If everything had gone as planned today, I would be here, dancing with my husband, right now."

"Do you remember the last time we danced together?"

"Of course, right under the clock at Grand Central Station."

"You were heading to the airport to catch a flight to London."

"You should have come with me."

Will these screenwriters just copy Nicolas Cage's "The Family Man" to death? Although it sounded very romantic, the strong sense of immediacy in this conversation made Jack a little bit dumbfounded.

His sneer drew a glare from Beckett, as annoying as those guys who munched popcorn without restraint in the movie theater.

Jack raised his hands dumbfounded to express that he was wrong, and he didn't know who the person who just wanted to push the door in without hesitation was to disturb the scenery.

At this time, the conversation in the banquet hall was still continuing, and Keira's voice was filled with resentment, "You should have gone with me."

Cassel seemed a bit innocent, "You said you needed some space."

Keira sighed, her resentment growing even more, "But I don't mean forever."

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and Cassel opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.

Kayla looked around. The layout of the wedding scene and the sense of dislocation of the past time in her fantasy brought her back to reality. Time is the best healing medicine, and she had actually let go.

She lowered her head and pressed the bridge of her nose hard to stop something that seemed to be about to burst out. She smiled awkwardly and tried to change the subject.

"No matter what, you have already experienced this, haven't you?"

Of course she was talking about the wedding, and Cassel answered without hesitation, "Twice."

Keira walked up to him and asked seriously, "So, you feel like you have found the right girl every time, right?"

A warning sign suddenly occurred in Jack's heart. The topic was not changed successfully. What did the bride plan to ask next?

Cassel considered his words for a long time before answering cautiously, "At least at that time, I thought I made the right choice."

Sure enough, Kayla took a step forward again, almost pressed against Cassel, and looked up at him. Breathing could be heard between the two of them, "But the result was just the opposite, right?"

Cassel was speechless for a moment, and Keira looked at him with eyes that became a little hot, "You know, some girls may think that what happened today is an omen."

"Are you talking about murder?" Someone started to pretend to be stupid, at least that's what Jack, who was peeping on the side, thought. It was impossible for the old driver from Cassel not to understand the hidden meaning of these words.

The murder case is nothing. The sudden appearance of the lingering ex-boyfriend is an omen. Otherwise, why would the officiant at a wedding ask if there is any objection before announcing that the two are husband and wife?

"And your appearance, Rick." Kayla just looked at Cassel like this, her eyes gradually tightening.

Tsk, this is going to kill me. Seeing the two people’s heads getting closer and closer, Jack looked at Beckett who was still looking through the crack of the door. The fingernails holding on to the door handle were already turning white.

I really owe you two, Jack sighed inwardly, staggered, and bumped into Beckett's shoulder.

The female detective was caught off guard and was knocked directly into the banquet hall by him. "You're welcome." Jack didn't make a sound, but mouthed these words to Beckett, who was glaring at him.

Beckett secretly gritted his teeth, forced a calm expression, and turned back to the disturbed man and woman in the middle of the banquet hall as if nothing had happened and said, "Cassell, we are leaving, do you want a ride?"

There was a hint of panic on Kayla's face, her eyes wandered between the two for a moment, she lowered her head slightly, seemingly adjusting her wedding dress, but actually she was sorting out her mood, "It's time for me to go back, they may be It’s time to find me.”

Seeing her leaving in a hurry with her wedding dress, Cassell stared at her back for a long time, and just as he looked back, he caught Beckett's eyes again.

Hesitation, unwillingness, regret, and relief. In a moment, Beckett felt that he had never read so many different expressions on a man's face.

Beckett just looked at Cassel until the guy regained his innocent expression and raised the cake plate in his hand to signal to her, "Would you like some?"

"No, thank you." Beckett turned around and left. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. Until she saw Jack, who looked like he was watching a show, he couldn't help but glare at him fiercely.

"What's wrong with you two?" Cassel looked confused as he passed by Jack.

"It's okay. Detective Beckett may be in a hurry to go back. We have been looking for you for a long time." Jack joked casually.

He had eaten so much today that he was a little stuffed. He must show off to Hannah when he went back in the evening. She must have regretted agreeing to go shopping with Alexis today.

The hotel elevator slowly descended, and there was some eerie silence in the atmosphere. Jack stood in the corner and lowered his head to send a message to Hannah about what he had seen and heard today. At the same time, he pretended to be a passerby to stay away from the core of the local low-pressure vortex. -Beckett and Castle standing in the middle.

After all, Cassel couldn't stand the weird atmosphere and chose to speak proactively, "We met in college and have been together for three years."

"I didn't ask you." Beckett replied sourly, and subconsciously glanced at Jack in the corner. Seeing him lowering his head and typing on his mobile phone, pretending not to hear anything, he withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

"You asked, but you just didn't say anything." Cassel said quietly. He was not stupid. Beckett's sudden intrusion interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere at the time, and at the same time prevented the matter from developing in an immoral direction.

Although the United States has indeed made infinite improvements in personal freedom, it is still considered immoral to try to gain leverage, even if one does not take the initiative.

"I just think she is different from your ex-wife." Beckett regretted it as soon as she said it, because she had just heard this from someone not long ago, although it was the same as what she was thinking.

Sure enough, when she raised her head, she saw Jack with trembling pupils, his mouth half-opened, looking like he wanted to speak but didn't dare. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry.

"What do you mean?" Cassel didn't notice Jack's expression next to him, and looked directly at the female detective beside him.

Beckett stuttered a little, "I mean what I want to say is that she seems to be a very real girl. I thought you didn't like this. It must be painful for you to break up with her."

Cassel opened his mouth, as if this question brought back some not-so-good memories hidden in his heart. He was not too willing to answer the question, but he finally responded, "It's been a long time anyway."