Chapter 1100 You don’t want anyone to know, right?

Chapter 1100 You don’t want anyone to know, right?

Jack and the great writer haven't seen each other much since the adventure in France. Even the heartless Cassel took a long time to digest the fact that he suddenly had a father.

Of course, this may also be because he was repeatedly warned by someone that even the female detective he liked had to keep it secret for the time being, and he couldn't even use this adventure experience as material for his novel, which made the great writer feel very depressed.

Jack was actually quite busy. After making an appointment to discuss it in detail the next day, he went to Staten Island overnight. Danny's foot injury was almost healed, and his psychological problems were gradually alleviated with the company of his family.

It was mainly the PTSD left on the battlefield. Danny had a good comrade-in-arms who was two years younger than him. He encountered an IED during a patrol mission and died in front of him.

Before, Danny was stuck in a deformed police car, watching the police officers driving around him and the mounted police die helplessly, which aroused his unbearable past when he was in the army.

Fortunately, he has a gentle and considerate wife, a father and grandfather who are willing to listen to him, and two sensible sons to accompany him. After more than two months, he has gradually walked out of the shadow.

This is a more normal situation. After all, everyone has psychological problems, which does not mean that everyone is mentally ill. Today's American society seems to use mental problems as a common excuse.

Even if someone is shot dead by the police in the street, they will pull in the political correctness group to make a fuss, give a speech about being a good son and a good neighbor, and then attribute everything to the person being in a mental crisis.

In fact, it is normal for the old Americans to have many mentally ill people, and it is abnormal if there are fewer, because whether it is cocaine or narcotics, or those ah-type drugs, each of them has a strong mental stimulating effect.

Even if it is promoted as "harmless", its induction effect on mental illness is much higher than that of tobacco and alcohol consumer products.

It seems to be right to say this, but it seems even more terrifying that nearly 20% to 30% of the population of a country are mentally ill (drug addicts).

After confirming that Danny had returned to being the strong man he was, Jack drove back to Long Island with peace of mind.

He was greeted by two beautiful women dressed as Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

A black English three-piece suit, a deerstalker hat and a cape. It was actually a bit hot in New York at this time, and Hannah's beautiful nose was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Jiejie's plaid suit was slightly lighter in color. She was playing with Watson's iconic bowler hat in her hand, with a half-smile on her face.

"It's still more than half a year before Halloween. What are you doing?"

Jack's eyes swept over the pile of colorful novels on the table in the living room. The title of the top book was "Please Don't Leave Me, the Secret Daughter of a Billionaire", and he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

Hannah, with two funny mustaches, pretended to knock the corncob pipe she had just held in her mouth on the table. That thing should be a souvenir of Ma Dashuai that she had taken from Jack's bedroom upstairs.

"Where do you want to go, Ms. Joan Doe?"

Jack froze in his tracks as he tried to close the door and pretend nothing had happened. He looked behind him in surprise, "I swear I came back alone."

Jiejie tried to control the upward angle of her lips, "Agent Tavoler, you don't want others to know that you secretly wrote this kind of novel, do you?"

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Jack raised his hands in surrender, "Draw the line. Uh, just tell me what you want me to do to make this disappear in the wind?"

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"Why did you ask me to meet at the door of the funeral home so early in the morning? Didn't we have an appointment for lunch?" Although he saw the long-legged beauty who appeared with Cassel, Jack still asked knowingly. "I have similar questions. Isn't the funeral held after the investigation is over?" Cassel asked Kate Beckett, the beautiful NYPD detective next to him, in return for a coquettish roll of the eyes from the other party.

The great writer made a boring joke as usual, and then explained to Jack, "Since you asked me to go to Las Vegas this weekend, and today is already Thursday, I think we'd better solve this case within two days."

Jack also wanted to roll his eyes at him, because he was treating himself as a tool.

Cassel then noticed the Audi R8 beside him, and reached out to touch the shiny hood, "Wow, you changed your car again, and it's a sports car. Is this also the standard for FBI agents nowadays?"

"No, this is a trophy." Jack rubbed his sore waist and secretly gave himself a healing spell, which resulted in Cassel's ambiguous eyes.

"Wow, it seems that someone had a hard time last night."

"Of course it was hard. I was forced to finish the 20,000-word beginning of a script in one night."

When someone thought of what happened last night, he felt unbearable to look back. Whose author was threatened with social death to write, and if he couldn't write it, he would post the fact that he was a well-known cool writer "Joan Doe" on the "friend circle".

Hannah and Jiejie asked him to write a double-female-lead story based on the two of them, preferably one that could be adapted into a TV series, and an interesting beginning was expected.

Jack sat in front of the computer for a whole night and revised three versions before satisfying the female Holmes and her female assistant Watson.

This was thanks to his numerous TV dramas in his previous life. Rizzoli \u0026 Isles is a relatively rare detective drama with two female leads, and the quality is also excellent.

Jack added a sideline to the sexy female medical examiner in the film - a medium, and added the setting of another classic American TV series with a female lead, "Ghost Whisperer", to create a detective drama with fantasy elements.

Hearing that he had started a new book, and it was an alternative detective novel with two female leads, Detective Beckett couldn't help but cast a curious look, "Are you still planning to make it into a short drama? The previous "Chicago Spy" was really good."

"This time it should follow the traditional TV drama model, with a lot of detective stories in it. The short drama of more than ten minutes is too fast, and the audience may not be able to accept it."

The three chatted while walking into the funeral home. Esposito Javier, a sturdy Latino detective under Beckett, was already waiting outside the cordon, and another detective, Kevin Ryan, was busy taking notes next to him.

"What happened?" Beckett quickly got into work mode and asked Esposito, who arrived at the scene first.

"Mourners found a body in the coffin."

"Isn't this normal?" Cassel's joke was completely inappropriate for the occasion, and Esposito rolled his eyes.

"The family of the deceased was holding a farewell ceremony for Mr. Manke's body, and the handle loosened, causing the coffin to fall to the ground, and then everyone found that he was not the only one lying in it."