American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1361 Suspect?
"Are you sure?" asked Finch, who couldn't see the scene and could only communicate with the two people on the scene through headphones.

Reese's answer was firm, "Absolutely. He bumped into Tillman at the dining car at noon today."

"Same lustful look he has now," Jack added.

"I'll try to see if I can give something back." After saying that, Reese walked towards the Wall Street guys who were talking loudly.

Some jobs have to be done by professionals. Although Jack's physical reaction is now far superior to that of ordinary people, he still can't take the wallet from someone by just bumping into him lightly when passing by.

"Andrew Benton." Reese took out the other party's ID from his wallet, took a look at it, and handed it directly to Jack.

He continued to dig through his wallet as Jack picked up his phone to take a picture, pulling out two small plastic bags, "Guess what's in there?"

"Benzodiazepine and fludiazepam, dating drugs." Jack subconsciously looked around the bar and found two cameras. "Finch, does your 'machine' care about this kind of thing?"

Finch on the other end of the phone visibly choked, and after a while he replied, "I don't know, unless..."

"Unless this guy is a repeat offender, or even killed someone before?" Jack thought thoughtfully.

"I'll investigate his situation now." The sound of keyboard typing came from the other end of the phone.

For ordinary people, rape is an extremely serious crime, but from the perspective of the police, especially the American police, it is not serious enough.

Especially in a big city like New York, there are murders, burglaries, gang fights and other more serious crimes happening every day.

If it was a violent and intentional assault case like the one that happened in Central Park before (Chapter 528), the police might still take it seriously. But if it was a case like the one involving Dating Fanatic J, it would be hard to describe.

The two drugs Jack mentioned before, the former is the most widely used sedative hypnotic in clinical practice. Large doses can cause ataxia, temporary amnesia and impaired consciousness.

The latter is classified as a second-category psychotropic drug in Seris and is used to treat severe anxiety and insomnia. Large doses can also affect cognitive function and memory.

The reason why Jack calls it the date drug is that mixing the two will put the victim into an unconscious state quickly, and to others, it will be almost the same as being drunk.

Unlike the more "backward" version of the country across the Pacific Ocean, the incidence of one-night stands in the United States is high, coupled with the widespread drug abuse.

If the police were expected to convict based solely on confessions, at least half to two-thirds of men in the United States would go to jail for having two drinks with a strange woman in a bar.

Coupled with some women's instinctive reactions out of shame, such as taking a shower or washing their underwear right after being assaulted, or hesitating for several days before reporting the case, etc., collecting evidence in such cases would be a headache for the CSI laboratory even if it was handed over to them.

To sum up, on the surface, Europe and the United States seem to be quite advanced in the judicial aspects of "dating XX", "engagement XX" and "marital XX", with a complete set of procedures and a large number of mature cases.

But all of these are just the tip of the iceberg. The reason why the University of Tokyo's version lags behind is that it was once on the right track and actually combined women's rights with labor participation rate instead of just shouting slogans.

In the Federation, the sexual exploitation of minors has become common news. For example, if it weren't for the long list of celebrities and wealthy people on the list of people who landed on the Caribbean island, and just some minors who were trafficked and enslaved, it's hard to say whether it could offset the heat of the nuclear bomb explosion itself.

After all, whether it is child marriage or human trafficking, it has long been a chronic disease that everyone on this continent knows about.

The next morning when Jack arrived at the old library, Finch was doing push-ups on the floor with difficulty, with a book in front of him.

"Isaac Asimov's I, Robot. Wow, it's still the first edition. If I remember correctly, the 'Three Laws of Robotics' were first proposed in the short story 'Spinning in Circles'?"

Jack pretended not to notice Finch's awkward rise, and instead helped him pick up the perfect first edition that was clearly a carefully preserved one.

"Why are you like Mr. Reese, who always dislikes knocking when entering the door?" Finch, who seemed stubborn but actually accepted Jack's suggestion of exercising in private, was still somewhat annoyed, feeling ashamed of having his thoughts exposed.

"It is also an excellent quality to accept suggestions with an open mind. I hope you will also write something similar into the underlying logic of the 'machine' along with the 'Three Laws of Robotics'."

Jack smiled back at him and raised his hand to point to the bookshelf behind him, "Besides, Reese has been eating breakfast over there for fifteen minutes, waiting for you to finish your exercise."

Finch's face froze slightly, and he explained while patting the dust off his hands to hide his embarrassment.

“When Asimov proposed the ‘Three Laws of Robotics’, artificial intelligence was still just a science fiction concept. Today’s AI technology is too complex to fully apply the three laws and the subsequent ‘zero law of robotics’.

Of course, his theory still provides me with an important ideological framework, and everything I do is just standing on the shoulders of my predecessors. "

Reese was obviously not interested in the two people's discussion on the ethical issues of artificial intelligence. His originally slow movements became faster. He finished the pancakes in the thermos box in a few bites, then stood up and said.

"Dr. Tillman left the bar alone at approximately 3:30 a.m."

Finch held onto the table and struggled to move himself to the chair. He let out a long sigh and deftly tapped a few times on the keyboard to bring up the surveillance footage.

"She arrived at the hospital on time at 6 o'clock. She treated a patient with a sprained ankle, a patient with a heart attack, and an old lady whose hand was cut by a kitchen knife. She didn't rest during the visit, except to drink a cup of coffee."

"Is she Superman?" Jack exclaimed, "I asked the bartender last night, and she has been hanging out there almost every other day since last week."

"Double life? Like those Wall Street elites?" Finch asked in surprise.

This is indeed what the lives of Wall Street elites are like, Jack had heard Aubrey mention it.

During the day, he is extremely nervous, staring at various data such as K-line charts. At night, he indulges in debauchery and goes to bars and even various parties, relying on drugs and beautiful girls to relieve stress.

(End of this chapter)