"Because it's safe here."

Chuck said calmly.

"That's it?"

This was not the first time Jane heard this, but this time she was really doubtful.

"What else could it be because of?"

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Train yourself to face all injustices in the world bravely?"

Jane didn't understand the meaning behind this, and it was hard to say that men all like big natures, so she could only accept Chuck's statement about the safety here.

"Dr. Wolfe, you are here."

The tall, bald police detective heard the announcement and walked out of the villa to greet her. His eyes couldn't help but fall on Jane, and he frowned: "Who is this?"

"Jane Banner."

Jane introduces herself: "FBI."

"Since when has the FBI been so idle?"

The tall, bald police detective had a sure look in his eyes and mocked, "Or is this case big enough to alarm you?"

"Detective Rostenkoski, she is not here as the FBI, but as my detective assistant."

Chuck explained.

"I've told you so many times, call me Mike."

The tall, bald police detective smiled at Chuck: "You are the only one who has such great dignity, working as a consultant for the FBI, and in front of others, you took someone else's FBI flower and turned it over to you as an assistant. That's amazing!"

As he said that, he gave a thumbs up. In his opinion, Jane can definitely be called the flower of the FBI.

"Okay, Detective Rostenkoski."

Chuck nodded and said, "Let's go in and take a look at the crime scene."

"good."

Seeing this, Detective Rostenkoski could only accept the title of Chuck. He nodded and led the two people in. The Crime Scene Identification Unit had already entered the scene and was taking photos to collect evidence.

"The name of the deceased was Scarlet Maxa, 38 years old, biological female, married, with one son. She held a banquet party tonight. Around 8:20, when the party was in full swing, Scarlet ran close to the balcony guardrail.

He clutched his throat and screamed, rolled over the guardrail and fell, foamed at the mouth, and his lips changed color. Although a strict autopsy has not been conducted, the medical examiner said this should be a poisoning incident."

Detective Rostenkoski said: "The source is still unclear. The villa is too big and it will take time to find out."

"The restroom on the second floor."

Chuck glanced at the deceased lying on the ground and said.

"You can tell just by looking at it?"

Detective Rostenkoski looked at Chuck in amazement, not doubting Chuck's judgment at all, and signaled his men to search the bathroom on the second floor first.

Jane also looked at Chuck, her eyes full of different desires.

Chuck knew that this was the gaze of a law enforcement officer eager to learn skills, and reminded: "Look at her eyes!"

"Eye?"

Jane immediately looked at the victim's eyes, observed for a while, and suddenly realized: "The mascara on her right eye is thicker than that on her left eye, which means that she had poisonous hair while touching up her makeup, so the bathroom on the second floor will be closed."

would be the most likely source of poisoning."

"I see."

Detective Rostenkoski also suddenly realized that before, his attention was focused on the blood flowing from the deceased's nose and mouth. Even with Chuck's reminder and repeated observation of the deceased's eyes, he did not pay attention at all.

to this detail.

"Detective, you might want to come up and take a look."

The police officer's voice sounded on the intercom.

"It looks like something has been discovered."

Detective Rostenkoski put down the walkie-talkie and motioned for Chuck and Jane to follow him up. When he arrived at the bathroom on the second floor, there was a mascara on the sink, a glass of unfinished red wine, and a paper towel on the floor that had been used by someone.

The lipstick reads: "Now we are clean."

"revenge?"

Jane expressed her guess.

"anything else?"

Chuck looked at her noncommittally.

"Fake revenge?"

Jane followed Chuck and passively learned some awareness of multi-angle observation.

"Now how to do?"

Chuck asked.

"Where is the deceased's husband?"

Jane looked at Detective Rostenkoski: "I think we should talk to him. After all, most of the deaths of wives are caused by husbands. It is reasonable to disguise them as revenge."

"Now I'm at a neighbor's house with my kids."

Rostenkoski glanced at Chuck, did not refuse Jane's question, and said cooperatively: "When the crime occurred, he was chatting with someone on the first floor. There is sufficient alibi evidence."

"This is not an alibi."

Under Chuck's gaze, Jane started thinking: "He is familiar with the habits of the deceased. He can poison the wine in advance, and then calculate the time to let the deceased drink the poisoned wine."

"Do we need to talk to him now?"

Detective Rostenkoski asked.

"if convenient."

Seeing that Chuck didn't speak, Jian answered.

"ok."

Detective Rostenkoski asked his men to bring the deceased's husband.

"Why don't you speak?"

Jane took advantage of this opportunity and asked quietly.

Even though she had several experiences co-investigating major cases, she was still considered a newcomer and still felt a little guilty and lacked the confidence to preside over a criminal investigation.

"I never talk much."

Chuck said bluntly.

"..."

The corner of Jane's mouth twitched and her long legs trembled slightly, but she thought of some inappropriate scenes. As Chuck said, he never talked much, and she was basically the one talking. Her nervous mood could not help but ease a lot.

"Is this the job of a detective assistant? Why do I feel like you're training me one-on-one?"

"My detective assistants all have special skills."

Chuck said matter-of-factly: "Chandler is responsible for making jokes, but you must have the ability to independently investigate cases."

"If it were any other man, most likely he would say that you are responsible for being as beautiful as a flower."

Jane was in a good mood and teased.

No one likes to be treated like a vase.

"Being beautiful and beautiful is just the basic condition."

Chuck shook his head: "It's not a specialty."

The corners of Jane's mouth were raised high at first, and then she thought of something, and the corners of her raised mouth froze there again. From Chuck's awareness of observing from multiple angles that he unconsciously learned, she thought that although this was a very beautiful truth,

But when I think about it, my competitive pressure is unprecedentedly huge.

Because those who can sneak into Chuck's side must not only be as beautiful as flowers, but also have shocking specialties.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a sad face was brought over.

"This is the deceased's husband, Vic Maxa."

Detective Rostenkoski introduced both parties: "This is Dr. Chuck Wolfe, the bureau's consultant, and this is his detective assistant, Jane Banner."

"Detective Chuck, I know you."

The deceased's husband, Vic Maxa, looked at Chuck excitedly: "You must find out who killed Scarlet."

"I will."

Chuck said calmly: "Now, if you don't mind, my assistant needs to ask you some questions."

With that said, he motioned for Jane to come forward and lead the questioning.
To be continued...