The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 1111 Love Letter (Meow Meow, please give me a monthly ticket)

Medical examiner Lani continued her findings, “After Amy used ointment to fake the symptoms of a stroke, she was taken to the county hospital with a secure ward for treatment in accordance with prison regulations.

Dr. Phillips then gave her an MRI while Greg used his connections in the emergency room to get her morphine and naloxone.

When the male nurse took Amy to the MRI room, he injected her with enough morphine to put her in a near-death state.

Afterwards, Dr. Charlie, out of kindness, quickly signed the death certificate, and Amy was sent to the morgue, where Greg immediately injected her with naloxone to revive her.

"It's quite crazy. If Amy is not careful, she won't need the last step." This is Jack's evaluation. If it were him, even with the support of healing skills, it would be hugely risky to perform such an operation.

"It sounds like Pulp Fiction," Cassel exclaimed.

Lanny shrugged in agreement, "If we ignore the fact that Dr. Monroe was murdered, this can be considered quite romantic."

“Maybe. Since we can’t overturn Greg’s alibi, we can only assume that he has other accomplices. You guys investigate his social media accounts, and I’ll go to his apartment to check. Remember to issue a nationwide notice.

Considering that their escape plan took nearly three years to prepare, the escape route must have been planned countless times in advance, and the focus can be on the route to Canada. "

Jack said, looking at Cassel, "Aren't you going to come with me?"

"Ah? No." Cassel picked up a cardboard box from the table. "These are letters just delivered from the prison. They are all written by Greg to Amy. I think I am better at interpreting this."

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Two hours later, Jack returned to the 12th Precinct and saw the sleepy Cassel and Beckett, who had been flipping through hundreds of letters in the office.

Seeing that he brought back another cardboard box, both of them looked quite resentful.

"These are the letters Amy wrote back to Greg that I found in his apartment. I hope you can find them both in Zihuatanejo."

Zihuatanejo is a small island located in southern Mexico. It is also the place of freedom that Andy, the protagonist of "The Shawshank Redemption", dreams of going to after escaping from prison.

After eating the pizza that Jack brought back, everyone continued to look at the letters. Beckett rubbed his sore eyes and complained, "They are just love letters. There are no code words, and there is no metaphor related to the prison break."

"Then let's read them as romance novels instead of detective suspense novels. These love letters carry the souls of two people in love."

Jack shuddered at Castle's exclamation. "Besides Amy's repeated emphasis on her innocence and her constant talk about how much she missed Greg, did you find anything else?"

"Yes, her dear Greg misses her terribly too." Beckett raised the reply letter that Jack had just brought back in his hand, looking unbearable.

Cassell was the only one among the three who was still enjoying the show, and even recited a passage from it, "The days without you seem like years, but my love for you grows stronger day by day."

Seeing him frown and pause slightly, Beckett's interest was also piqued, "More intense?"

"No, it's more 'hard'." Cassel looked at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Is that a pun?" Jack didn't understand how the two of them had persisted until now.

But to be fair, judging from the educational level of Greg and Amy as recorded in their profile, it was definitely true love for them to meet each other every week and write hundreds of love letters to each other for three years.

You have to know that under the happy education in public high schools, many young people nowadays have problems with even basic spelling of words, so there is no need to be harsh on them for minor inappropriate use of words.

Beckett was able to find a way to be happy and pick out one thing she thought was good. "I can't bear to see you suffer. Find someone to start a new life. Be sure to be happy. If there is anyone in this world who deserves happiness, it is only you who are kind."

"Ah, I remember seeing this reply letter just now." Cassel took out a reply letter from Greg from the cardboard box that Jack brought back.

"There are not many things in this world that I still believe in, but I believe in the love between us. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are, no matter how hard you try to get rid of me, it still can't stop my true love for you. I love you."

The last two words "Caselle" were pronounced while looking into Beckett's eyes. The two of them looked at each other with smiles for three or four seconds, as if they were confessing their love to each other.

"Should I join in the fun and kiss her now?" Jack sighed.

Although it was fun to watch the show, it was the fault of the two parties involved that it was so corny that it gave people goose bumps.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cassel stroked the stubble on his chin, his eyes wandering around. Beckett coughed tactically and stroked his bangs with his fingers, forcing himself to ignore the inner throbbing caused by the momentary eye contact.

Seeing Jack, who was forced to become a light bulb, looking at her with burning eyes, the female detective looked around awkwardly. Then a light bulb suddenly came to her mind, and she finally figured out the purpose of them reading these love letters in the first place.

"So, if a couple meets again after three years of separation, where would you go first?"

"hotel."

"Motel."

Cassell and Jack gave similar answers in unison.

"Are you serious?" Beckett looked down on the two men.

"Well, Jack's judgment should be more accurate." Cassel hesitated, obviously still not recovered from the previous embarrassment, "Considering that they should have a limited budget and need to hide their whereabouts, a motel is a better choice."

"So you think this is what I'm questioning?" Beckett shook his head and sighed, expressing his speechlessness.

"Okay, if it were you, where would you want to go first?" Jack poured himself a cup of coffee, as he would have to work overtime until late at night.

The female detective hesitated for a long time, and finally spread her hands, "I don't know, but it should at least be a romantic place, right? Or a memorial place with special significance?"

"Like the place where they first met?" Cassel's eyes lit up, he rummaged through the box for a long time, pulled out a piece of letter and read.

"I'll never forget that cold, rainy night when I saw you in the Burger King in Hillsdale."

After he finished reading it, he snapped his fingers proudly, "Right there, Hillsdale, New Jersey."

"Burger King? A memorial site with special significance? Are you sure?" Beckett sneered.

"Well, that's stupid." Cassel shook his head, but he didn't notice that Jack secretly took out his cell phone.