Chapter 181 Chuck: You have a beautiful idea! The system girl’s nine-square grid!

"what's the matter?"

After Chuck closed the door, he continued to pack his things and asked.

"Are you leaving?"

Angela looked at such a calm Chuck, who was originally in a slightly sluggish mood due to drinking, but immediately calmed down a lot without the support of the subsequent atmosphere.

"It's over now, so I have to leave naturally."

Chuck said.

"What about the bones?"

Angela asked subconsciously.

"What should she do?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"..."

Angela was speechless. Only then did she truly understand the rationality of scientists conducting experiments and the division of labor between leading scientists and scientist assistants.

After Dr. Bones told his assistant Zach what to do, he really didn't ask any more questions, let alone care about Zach's daily life.

But for her, an artist, this kind of rationality is a bit cruel, and simply ruthless.

"what's the matter?"

Chuck had already packed up, turned around to look at Angela who was stunned, and repeated the question just now.

"Can't I come to you if nothing happens?"

Angela originally wanted to talk directly, but when she met Chuck's too calm gaze, she laughed out loud because of the alcohol: "A beautiful woman knocked on the door in the middle of the night, what do you think is going on?"

"cannot!"

Chuck said straightforwardly: "I like peace and quiet. Don't come to me if you have anything to do. As for the beauty, I don't mean any disrespect, but you are not above the experimental baseline, or even near the experimental baseline. There is no special status blessing, and there is no experiment at all.

Basics, and if you drink, I don’t."

"Doesn't being a bone bestie count as a special status blessing?"

Angela was a little embarrassed. She was about to leave it alone and talk about the business, but she blurted out.

"It doesn't count."

Chuck shook his head: "Don't even think about good things."

"...What good things have I thought of?"

Angela said speechlessly.

"When you come up with this idea, your goal is whether I have more bones or more bones. You know it in your heart."

Chuck looked at her calmly: "Normally you would not say such things, so my suggestion is, don't drink anymore. It will damage your nerves and lower your IQ."

That’s right!

At first glance, Angela seems to have the same wide-ranging interests as Kelinda, the investigator at Aunt Leonard Jr.'s law firm in Chicago.

Under normal circumstances, this identity plus the identity of best friends can be used as an experimental reference group.

But Angela is too far away from the baseline of experimental appearance, which greatly compromises her dual identity.

And this kind of identity is not uncommon in the world of American dramas, and is even very common.

Not to mention other things, let’s talk about Monica’s best friends, Rachel and Phoebe. Not only do their looks reach the experimental baseline, but they also have this dual identity to a greater or lesser extent.

In addition, this kind of situation is common in the world of American dramas and will become more and more serious in the future, so Angela's conscious identity blessing is completely meaningless.

"..."

Angela was choked and dumbfounded. Seeing Chuck looking into her eyes, she couldn't help but avoid looking at her. Thousands of words finally turned into one sentence: "Let's get down to business, I came here this time for the bones."

Chuck was not surprised by this and did not say anything. He just looked at her and waited for further explanation.

"Do you know Bones' family situation?"

After Angela got down to business, she finally felt a little more comfortable. She looked at Chuck again and saw Chuck shaking his head, shrugging and complaining: "Of course you don't know. You left directly after that without having any deeper spiritual communication with Bones."

.

But as Bones' best friend, I still want to tell you that Bones has always had a knot in her heart, that is, her parents suddenly left when she was 15 years old, and their whereabouts are unknown. What was originally a happy family has been shattered since then.

Her ex-boyfriend Pete often complained that she was unwilling to continue a long-term relationship because of this. Although we all don't like his psychological analysis, as a psychiatrist, Pete is still somewhat capable.

I believe this judgment.

Since you are a detective and you are so close to Bones, you should help Bones resolve this knot and help her find out the whereabouts of her parents.

how do you say?"

"No!"

Chuck refused outright.

"Why?"

Angela looked at him dissatisfied: "This is just a piece of cake for you. Isn't Bones worth even this request?"

"She didn't speak."

Chuck directly pointed out the key point: "You are not her, and you cannot make this kind of decision for her."

"Why?"

Angela was unconvinced and said: "I am her best and only best friend! I feel that I have the responsibility and right to make this kind of decision for her!"

"No, you didn't."

Chuck shook his head: "You are you, and she is her. Once the truth is found out, and the truth is more cruel than the current situation, then she will be the most seriously injured, not you. As a best friend, you can only comfort her, and

I cannot bear this pain on her behalf."

"But if I, as her only best friend, don't take any action, then God knows how long she will keep these things in her heart?"

Angela said excitedly: "Did you know she has a biological brother? The relationship between them was the best at first, but since her parents suddenly disappeared, they have become strangers. Under the calm appearance, there are many scars. We

If you don't help her repair it, how long do you think it will take for her to be willing to face this given her character? One year? Ten years? Or a lifetime?"

"You can tell her directly."

Chuck glanced at her, recognized her friendship in his heart, and reminded: "Let her make her own decision. She has my phone number. If she figures it out and needs it, she will naturally call me."

"Can't you be more proactive?"

Angela looked at Chuck expectantly: "Work with me to persuade her to get rid of her knot as soon as possible."

“Haste makes waste.”

Chuck shook his head: "Everyone has their own rhythm, let her make her own decision."

"All right."

Seeing Chuck's firm attitude, Angela could only agree in frustration, and left with an angry remark: "I, an ugly girl, will not pollute your eyes here."

As a mixed race, she has always been considered a beautiful woman. She also studied art in college and has her own understanding of beauty. She is even more confident that her appearance and temperament are definitely not inferior to anyone else, but when it comes to Chuck, she...

It was far from reaching any experimental baseline, which made her very unhappy.

In the past, she could barely bear it because of her best friend's important matter, but now she saw that Chuck didn't give him any face. Although the rejection was justified, she just felt very unhappy.

Chuck said nothing and watched her leave. He raised his glasses, walked to the window and looked outside.

"asshole!"

Angela left muttering, because she thought so highly of Chuck and her best friend, but when she came to Chuck's mouth, she got this kind of evaluation.

On a high-rise building, an old man in his fifties or sixties with a kind face looked at Angela with a telescope and said to himself: "He is indeed a bastard."

"More asshole than you?"

At this moment, a calm voice sounded in the ear of the kind old man, which made the hair on the hair of the kind old man explode. He rolled on the spot, dodged the person who came out of nowhere, and almost came face to face with him.

Looking at the face below.

"you!"

After the kind old man dodged, he subconsciously touched the gun at his waist, but when reminded by Chuck's eyes, he forcibly put it down and stood up again. He didn't say a word, but stared at Chuck with burning eyes.

Chuck looked at him calmly.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time on the rooftop.

In the end, as expected, the kind old man was defeated. Their eyes met, and Chuck had never lost before.

"Who are you?"

The kind old man looked away slightly: "Why did you suddenly appear here? And how did you come to me without me noticing?"

"You know who I am."
To be continued...