"You know, on my desk, there are always 9 unsolved cases, all headless cases, crimes of passion, clueless, I have to make a few phone calls for them every week, check the records, see if there is any new development."

Mike Taylor is babbling comforting the frustrated Stella, and at the same time comforting Jack and Hannah.

"I will go back to the scene every once in a while, check the new related evidence, check the box where the evidence is placed, remind myself of what's inside, and see if I can think of some new clues that I didn't consider at the time."

"Do you have a catch, then?" Stella asked.

Mike Taylor had a wry smile on his face, but there was a hint of smugness, "Honestly, not much progress has been made, but next week, I'll still do it, because in the past, there were 12 headless cases on my table. So you can always find out. ”

His words reminded Jack of Rosie and his original unsolved case that had not been laid down for 20 years, perhaps their motives were different, the former was out of a sense of responsibility, and the latter had compassion and guilt for the three children in addition to a sense of responsibility.

But they do the same, and perhaps it's the qualities they possess that make them leaders in their fields.

is the so-called Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, Mengye? Wake up? Past life and present life, which is the real one, friends who often travel through it will definitely be entangled in this.

Jack is also not exempt from vulgarity, although he is relatively more mature than those young middle two teenagers who have realized their ideal of crossing over before the age of twenty or even earlier, in order to save or destroy another world.

But in contrast to being more receptive to reality, it is more difficult for him to truly integrate into the world than secondary school boys.

From the beginning of the crossing, Jack has devoted himself to his new life with a very positive attitude, which seems to be very adaptable, but the corresponding real mentality is that most middle-aged people have the ability to go with the flow and lie down.

At least at the beginning, he regarded this world as illusory, and even fantasized that if one day he was on duty on the street and was shot in the head by a bullet flying from nowhere, would he be able to return to the world he once had.

But it is obvious that the life of the Happy Man cannot last long, and as he interacts more and more with these "NPCs" in his eyes, he becomes more and more addicted to them and invests more and more emotions.

In his previous life, Jack had also heard of a theory that there would be a "projection" between different worlds, and as he saw more and more of the ugly and beautiful sides of this world, he had gradually subconsciously identified with the reality of this world.

Maybe the American dramas he saw in his previous life were the concrete projections of this world in his original world, and those screenwriters just showed some of the realities they touched in the form of scripts.

David Rossi has his demons, Mike Taylor has a cold case that has always been on his desk, and everyone in this world is real flesh and blood, not to mention the girls who have caught themselves in the whirlpool of feelings.

Although Jack has gradually accepted the reality of this world, and knows that sooner or later he will meet himself and will not be able to solve the unsolved case, but he does not plan to give up at this time, although the system father cannot help solve the case, but he has another hole card.

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"I don't really understand, why did you call that guy too?" Beckett wasn't surprised to be called to Central Park by Jack, but when he saw a well-known writer, he had a complicated look.

"Don't you also admit that you are a fan of his books? Why do you hate him so much? Hannah's eyes flashed with gossip, and she could see that something was wrong between the two.

"Maybe it's because of disillusionment? Or maybe it's because people who like eggs don't necessarily have to like chickens? Jack said nonsense, and now there is no spark between the two of them, just watch the play slowly.

Rick Cassel wasn't his hole card, but he added Beckett, and today he called not only those two, but also Mike Taylor and Stella.

In the aura of the protagonists who concentrated these four, if he couldn't find some new clues on the scene, then he would admit that the case had become an unsolved case.

While discussing the case, the six walked along the park's trails until they reached the "Strawberry Field Square," a small circular square named after the Beatles' classic song "Strawberry Field Forever."

Every year, countless tourists come to this small square to take photos, lay flowers, or pick up a guitar and play "Strawberry Field Forever" in honor of the greatest genius in the history of 20th-century rock, John Lennon.

A few cleaners are cleaning up the iconic monument here, a circular mosaic with the letters "IMAGEINE" written in the center.

Rick Cassel seemed to be very interested, from the beginning of his own dead face, and the beautiful female police detective many times to be invited by Jack to help analyze the case, this change obviously gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

After also being taught the use of walnut powder in science, he also took out his notebook and wrote it down carefully, as if he intended to use it as writing material in the future.

"Azoospermia, trace transfer, it's really eye-opening, and it seems that in addition to the basic deduction method, I may have to study the science of forensics."

Although they are in different fields, Rick Cassel and Mike Taylor are unexpectedly able to talk.

"So, because of the traces of walnut powder that were transferred from the victim's body and the footprints of work shoes, you put the suspicion on the cleaning workers, did you take into account other circumstances?

You should know that 6 plus 1 equals 7, and 4 plus 3 equals 7, so there should be many possibilities. ”

Everyone stopped, and their eyes were on him, looking forward to the next high theory.

"Uh, don't look at me like that, I'm just." Rick Cassel just said it casually, but in fact it was purely an occupational disease of keyboard workers who like to lift the bar, and the mouth runs faster than the brain.

But when he saw a sculpture not far away that was being cleaned, he was suddenly stunned, and looked back at the cleaned sculpture on the other side, his head bobbing back and forth between the two like a rattle.

"Did you notice any differences between the two sculptures?"

Beckett followed his line of sight, and also observed back and forth between the two for a while, and the two of them said in unison as if they had a heart,

"Flowers."

"Gardener."

(End of chapter)