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

Medical examiner Laney went on to describe her findings, “After Amy used ointment to fake the symptoms of a stroke, she was sent to the county hospital, which has a secure ward, for treatment in accordance with prison regulations.

Dr. Phillips then immediately ordered an MRI while Greg used his ER connections to obtain morphine and naloxone.

When the male nurse sent Amy into the MRI room, she injected her with enough morphine to put her into a near-death state.

Afterwards, Dr. Charlie was kind-hearted and quickly signed the death certificate. Amy was sent to the morgue. Greg immediately injected her with naloxone to revive her. "

"It's pretty crazy. If you're not careful, Amy won't need the last step." This was Jack's evaluation. If it were him, even if he had healing skills to rely on, it would be a huge risk to perform such an operation.

"It sounds like Pulp Fiction," Cassel exclaimed.

Lanie shrugged in agreement, "If you ignore the fact that Dr. Monroe was killed, this can be considered a quite romantic thing."

"Perhaps. Since Greg's alibi cannot be overturned, we can only assume that he has other accomplices. You investigate his social accounts. I will go to his apartment to have a look. Remember to issue a nationwide announcement.

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

After Jack finished speaking, he looked at Cassel and said, "Aren't you going to come with me?"

"Huh? No." Cassel picked up a cardboard box from the table. "These are letters just sent 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 a sleepy Cassel and Beckett. The two of them had been looking through hundreds of letters in the office.

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

"These are the letters I found from Greg's apartment. Amy wrote a reply to Greg. I hope you can find their Zihuatanejo."

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

After eating the pizza that Jack brought back along the way, everyone continued to read the letters. Beckett rubbed the sore corners of his eyes and complained, "They are just love letters. There are no code words, and there is no metaphor related to prison escape."

"Then we should read them as love novels, not detective suspense novels. These love letters entrust the souls of two people in love."

Jack shuddered at Cassel's exclamation, "In addition to Amy repeatedly emphasizing her innocence in the letter and constantly talking about how much she missed Greg, did you find anything else?"

"Yes, her dear Greg misses her very much too." Beckett held up the reply letter that Jack just got back in her hand, looking like she couldn't bear it.

Cassel was the only one among the three who could still watch with gusto, and even read out one of the passages, "The days without you are like years, but my love for you is also growing day by day."

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

"No, it's more 'hard'." Cassel looked dumbfounded.

"Is this a pun?" Jack didn't understand how the two of them insisted on seeing this.

But to be fair, judging from the education levels Greg and Amy received in the information, being able to write hundreds of love letters to each other besides seeing each other every week for three years is definitely true love.

You must know that under the happy education of public high schools, many young people today have problems even with basic word spelling. There is no need to be harsh on just a simple word choice.

Beckett could still happily pick out one that she thought was pretty good, "I can't bear to see you suffer. Find someone to start a new life. You must be happy. If there is anyone else in this world who deserves it, Happiness comes only from the kind you.”

"Ah, I remember seeing the reply to this letter just now." Cassel dug 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 that the love between us, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are, no matter how hard you try to get rid of me, you still can't stop my sincerity for you. I Love you."

Cassell said the last two words while looking into Beckett's eyes. The two smiled and looked at each other for three or four seconds, as if they were the ones confessing to each other.

"Should I coax him into kissing her at this time?" Jack sighed.

Although it was fun to eat melon on the spot, it was the fault of the two parties involved that it was so disgusting that it gave people goosebumps all over their bodies.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cassell carelessly touched the stubble on his chin, his eyes wandering around. Beckett coughed tactically, gently stroking his bangs with his fingers, forcing himself to ignore the inner palpitations caused by the interlocking eyes just now. move.

Seeing Jack, who was forced to become a lightbulb, looking at her with stern eyes, the female detective looked around awkwardly. An idea flashed in her mind, and she finally thought of the purpose of reading these love letters in the first place.

"So, if a couple reunites after three years apart, 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 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 I'm questioning this?" Beckett shook his head and sighed.

"Okay, then if it were you, where would you want to go first?" Jack poured himself a cup of coffee, and it seemed that 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 at least it should be a romantic place? Or a commemorative place with special significance?"

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

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

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

"Burger King? A special memorial site? Are you sure?" Beckett laughed.

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