"There is a new injury on her palm. It should be cut by something."

Chuck looked at the body and said, "And she's missing a piece of her fingernail."

"Ah! We found it."

Director Randy reminded: "It was found at the door of the RV above. The owner of the RV is named John Sigg. We haven't found him yet."

"That should be him."

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, pointed to a naked man in an open jeep that had just arrived and parked at the door of the RV.

"You go to Peter Magnier's mansion first."

Chuck ordered.

"Okay, boss."

Lisa, the big Texas girl, smiled knowingly and walked away first.

She didn't want to watch the walking birds.

Especially after seeing the divine object.

"Let's go there."

Chuck greeted Director Randy.

"Hello, I'm Chief Randy Tischer, and this is Dr. Chuck Wolfe, our consultant to the police department."

Director Randy walked up to the open jeep and asked the man who was about to get out of the car: "Are you John Sigg? Are you the owner of this RV?"

"Yes, it's me!"

Johns nodded, glanced at Chuck, and smiled: "I didn't expect Detective Chuck to come to our place."

After saying this, what came to mind, his smile disappeared, and he worriedly said: "Director Tischer, could it be that a murder happened here?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

Director Randy, who was naturally dumbfounded, looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't you just come back?"

"Director Tischer, please, haven't you heard that gossip? Wherever Detective Chuck goes, there will be death!"

Johns glanced at Chuck and said carefully.

"ha?"

Director Randy was stunned there, subconsciously wanting to refute, but he was naturally dumbfounded, thought about it, and looked at Chuck: "What he said makes sense?"

"Aren't you now?"

Chuck didn't have any discomfort with being dubbed the 'Death Detective' the same as Death Schoolboy Conan.

"that's true."

Director Randy nodded, and under Chuck's gaze, he looked at Johns in the car: "There was a murder here last night. A woman was killed. Do you know anything?"

"It's actually true?"

Johns was shocked and said: "It's really too bad. This world is indeed full of all kinds of evil and negative forces. There shouldn't be any of this in the first place!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Chuck, his eyes seeming to say, Death Detective is indeed well-deserved.

"Do you know Vicki Deland?"

Chief Randy asked.

"I know a lot of Wei Qi."

Johns rubbed the back of his head: "But I don't remember their last names."

"Is the understanding you are talking about the kind I understand?"

Director Randy said in surprise.

"certainly."

Johns smiled proudly.

"No way?"

Director Randy looked at the naked man in front of him incomprehensibly: "How can someone like you attract so many women?"

"What am I like?"

Johns said dissatisfied: "Are you discriminating against me?"

"I'm not discriminating against you."

Director Randy looked at the naked Johns and couldn't help but remind him: "Sir, can you put on some clothes?"

"Why?"

John didn't listen and asked with a frown.

"Where were you in the early hours of last night?"

Chief Randy asked.

"I'm not at home, I'm in jail."

Johns explained.

"It's easy to check...but you ended up in jail like this?"

Director Randy has a strange look in his eyes.

"I brought clothes."

Johns took a jacket and put it on: "Specially prepared for going to prison."

"Just the top?"

Director Randy opened his mouth wide as he watched Johns put it on and walk down.

"yes."

Johns smiled and said: "I am a nudist. You must know that public nudity has a history of hundreds of years. Gentlemen, you have to get used to it. And physiologically speaking, there is no need to wear clothes at all. Wearing clothes is just a figment of people's imagination."

It’s just a man-made artistic behavior.”

"It's thousands of years of history to drink blood by consuming hair. Why don't you drink blood by consuming hair?"

Chuck said bluntly: "You don't need to wear clothes physiologically, so why don't you wear clothes in winter?"

"I don't wear them at home."

Johns wanted to argue.

As for the history of eating raw materials and drinking blood, it was dross. He didn't want to mention it more, knowing that it would make people regard the history of naturists like them as dross.

"You don't have children, do you?"

Chuck said bluntly: "You don't have a wife, right? I don't think so, otherwise you wouldn't be living in a trailer and still dare to go to jail with only your tops on. By then, you will definitely regret why you didn't put on iron pants.

.”

"..."

Qiangsi's mouth twitched, speechless.

It is true that he does not have a wife or children now, and he also understands what Chuck means. If he has a wife and children in the future, if he continues like this, and those child protection organizations find out, he will definitely go to jail.

This is different from the one-night tour of the prison last night.

As Chuck said, iron pants are definitely a necessity!

"Go over and see if you recognize the victim."

Director Randy looked at Johns's defeat and reminded him while suppressing a smile.

"All right."

Faced with such an upright Chuck, Johns' already well-honed naked speaking skills suddenly became no longer a matter of course. He crossed his hands in front of him somewhat uncomfortably. Hearing Director Randy's reminder, he breathed a sigh of relief and left.

past.

"He must be bragging, isn't he?"

Director Randy and Chuck walked side by side behind, complaining in a low voice: "How can he really know so many Wei Qi?"

"The world is so strange, and he is not bragging."

Chuck said calmly: "I know a friend who caused a conflict between two football players in high school. The reason was that one of them held a party and invited him. As a result, he laughed like a dolphin at the party the next day.

The school is full of red-sleeved recruits.

Another football player had a direct confrontation with the teammate who was inviting him to a party on the field because his girlfriend dumped him on the grounds that he was no longer suitable after meeting him in line.

Before he could get his ex-girlfriend back, he was depressed after returning home and couldn't understand it. His sister, who was in the same school as him, explained the connotation and truth to him as someone who had been through it personally. He was so angry that he exploded on the spot.

When he blocked the man after school and wanted to take revenge, and gritted his teeth and talked about how this man dared to touch Natalie, the man subconsciously asked strangely, is it Natalie Lyon? Natalie Smith? Natalie...

Helen? Natalie George? Or some other Natalie?
To be continued...