Chapter 467 Detective Chuck I am the legendary senior officer!

Author: Qingsi Looking Back

Chapter 467 Detective Chuck I am the legendary senior officer!

"Since he can be brought out as a success story, there should be no danger. Something must have stimulated him. Can you rewind the video to before the accident?"

Al suffered an occupational disease. As for what to do in the future, we must first understand what happened before and study criminal psychology.

"Can."

Little Howard didn't know when he came up to him and took over the operation directly. He quickly played back the video recording and then stopped at ten minutes ago.

No. 3 ordinary carriage in the front row.

Just like the United States, which is a country with a vast territory and a sparse population, the train is as full of people both inside and outside as it is in a large Eastern country. It is not even as good as in a large Eastern country, where there are only 5 people in the huge carriage during normal passenger transportation.

personal.

It’s no wonder that the bustling passenger train industry, which was once the top of the world, has declined to the point where it can no longer serve as a teacher for other countries.

When the car door rang, the Mediterranean horse Mars couldn't get into Chuck's VIP car, and he didn't want to stay in the same car with Little Sheldon, so he walked forward according to the ticket he bought, passing through one section after another.

I arrived at the No. 3 ordinary carriage in the front row and sat down in my seat.

After sitting down, the Mediterranean horse Mars and the well-dressed and elegant Dr. Linda Deaton looked at each other, nodded and smiled.

He glanced sideways at the man in a suit next to him in the corridor and an unenthusiastic African-American guy facing him sideways, and he smiled knowingly.

The African-American guy who was not very energetic also smiled back.

When they looked at each other, they could see that they were once like-minded people who liked to smoke and smoke and liked to go to Cannabis.

Mars, a Mediterranean horse, knew from the first look at the African-American guy that he had been so high for a long time that he was mentally depressed, and normal sleep and other recovery methods could no longer restore the negative erosion on his face.

Although he is a member of the same profession and has the bonus of his hometown's skin color, Mars, the Mediterranean horse, still has no intention of talking to him.

Because in his eyes, this unspiritual African-American guy must be a loser.

And he fought his way out of his hometown and now became an outstanding college student at the legendary Wharton School of Business. He also met the American Princess Caroline and went to Houston, Texas, to visit the satellite launch.

Although the two are on the same path, they are no longer traveling together, and there is no need to exchange greetings.

His eyes passed over a sad and unattractive woman, and his eyes fell on a bald man sitting side by side across the corridor from the well-dressed Dr. Linda Deaton.

no way.

The two of them were somewhat similar in terms of hairstyle and temperament. More importantly, the bald man, who was dozing off with his eyes squinted sleepily, reminded him of the bald NASA scientist who gave him a recyclable rocket calculation notebook.

The degree of baldness is about the same, and the temperament is more similar.

Compared with them, he in the Mediterranean has just started.

He stared at it for a few more times, and thinking of the scene where he was mocked and beaten by Little Sheldon and the others in the VIP car, he took out the notebook that Little Sheldon had sent to NASA from his backpack, and read it again in disbelief.

In less than ten seconds, he scratched his sparse hair, gave up, put down the notebook in his hand, rubbed his temples, and then took out his cell phone to call a NASA scientist.

He was very aware of the other party's attitude of keeping away from the notebook owner at first, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he recognized it from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, he knew that the end point of Little Sheldon's journey was Houston. Even though he knew that Little Sheldon might not necessarily be looking for the NASA scientist, he was still prepared to make a friendly call to remind him.

Obviously, his kindness was felt by the other party.

He didn't make a fuss either.

Because after the other party learned the news, he made it clear that he would immediately take leave and leave Houston to avoid an unexpected encounter with the troublesome little Sheldon.

After putting down the phone, the train suddenly stopped.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the car door rang and the guard walked in. When he walked past him, he saw the notebook he had put on his lap and was not looking at anymore. He was very interested in the rocket model picture on it.

, so I stopped to watch and chatted with him for a few words.

He also asked about the reason for the emergency stop of the train.

The guard told him that someone committed suicide by lying on the track ahead, so he stopped suddenly, but he could start again soon.

When the guard patted him on the shoulder and told the others the news, something happened that stunned him.

The bald middle-aged man who made him feel very friendly suddenly became manic. When the guard walked by, he grabbed the pistol from the guard's waist. He skillfully drew the gun and killed the guard who couldn't react.

This bald man is from Texas!

This was his first thought!

Then something happened that made me curse the son of the beach. A bald middle-aged man with a gun rushed over immediately after killing the guard. A gun butt hit his star who subconsciously opened his hands in a gesture of surrender.

He also has a handsome handsome face.

All right.

Without the blessing of wealth like Princess Carolyn of America, his face is only comparable to that of a typical role star, and he is not so conceited that he is more handsome than the face of a star.

"What are you doing?"

The woman in his eyes who was well-dressed and elegant stood up in panic and shouted to the bald middle-aged man.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The bald man took aim in a circle with his gun, and yelled manically to stop everyone from moving. Then he saw that the Mediterranean horse Mars was beaten with blood on his face, but showed no intention of resisting, so he grabbed the Mediterranean horse with his free hand.

Little Sheldon's notebook is on Martian's lap.

"Who are you?!"

"I am Ma Mars!"

The Mediterranean Ma Mars didn't have the humor of Hu Ayou from the Dragon Gate Escort at this time, so he answered honestly with a trembling body.

"Who are you?!"

However, such an honest and sincere answer ushered in the bald middle-aged man again swung the gun butt and hit him on his handsome face again, which made him feel painful and aggrieved.

He told the truth, why did you beat him?

"I'm really a Martian..."

"He asked about your identity!"

Dr. Linda Deaton, the well-dressed woman who dared to speak first, although she still stood there motionless, compared to other passengers who did not dare to say anything or look at each other, she took the initiative to remind the confused Ma

Mars.

"I'm a freshman at Wharton."

Upon hearing this, Mars, the horse from the Mediterranean, quickly tried to make his identity as harmless as possible based on telling the truth.

"lie!!!"

The bald middle-aged man did not hit him with the butt of the gun again this time, but he pointed the gun at him excitedly, as if the gun would go off in the next moment, which frightened Ma Martian and thought that he might as well hit him with the butt of the gun.

Woolen cloth.

"I didn't lie, I swear!"

Ma Xingxing almost cried.

"Lies! Lies!"

The bald middle-aged man shook Little Sheldon's notebook with one hand and pointed a gun at Martian's Mediterranean hair with the other hand, becoming more and more excited.

"Ted, don't get excited, I'll ask it for you."

The well-dressed woman comforted the bald man and looked at Ma Xingxing: "What he means is that your hairstyle and face don't look like a freshman at all, and what is written in the notebook in your hand?"

"..."

The Mediterranean horse Martian is so uncomfortable. He was only ridiculed for his Mediterranean hair style in the VIP carriage, but now he is actually severely physically slapped in the face because of his Mediterranean hair style, twice. What's going on with this special meow?

Woolen cloth.

“The notebook is the math of a recyclable rocket.”

Although he was wronged, he was pointed at gunpoint and dreamed of dying on Mars. Of course he did not want to die on earth. He still used traditional American freedom, so he answered honestly.

“The math of reusable rockets?”

The well-dressed woman first showed an 'OMG' expression, which was of course a serious look of fear, not an improper God-praying look, and then she looked at the Mediterranean horse Mars with a look of uncertainty.

She is Dr. Linda Deaton, who is similar to Dr. Harley Quinn, the predecessor of Harley Quinn in Gotham Arkham. She brought the 'Joker' she has been studying for nine years to participate in the seminar, so she naturally knows her own 'Joker'

What are Dr. Ted Bligh's hallucinations?

That means Zhengmin is secretly monitoring him.

From her perspective, of course she knew it was an illusion.

But she looked at it from the perspective of Dr. Ted Bly. In the same car, a man who claimed to be a freshman at Wharton School was a typical positive, negative, scientific researcher, and a strong-haired man. He was holding a recyclable

Rocket, a notebook with obvious high-tech materials, is full of doubts.

The key is to talk to the guard in a low voice.

Dr. Ted Bligh, who is a top theoretical physicist in his own right, would be abnormal if he did not doubt this.
To be continued...