I love you, I won't kill you

At the end of lunch, Julie was content to walk around with a large glass of diet fizzy drink on the rocks.Susan walked beside her with a drink cup of the same size, hiccupping and saying, "Uh...I can't drink anymore, or I have to become a big fat person."

"Really? Well, uh... how about we go shopping?" Julie said, throwing the drink cup with more than half of the drink into the trash can outside the restaurant.

Susan laughed and said, "Uh... ok, some tequila and a bunch of beer and pizza."

Julie was now across the street from the parking lot, opened the car door and said, "Um...a midnight party, nice. But I don't want everyone to know that I'm taking the neighbor's kid to court. The owner of a great fortune."

"What do you mean?" Susan asked as she got into the passenger seat.

"Uh... At least after returning to Yale, I don't want Daddy and Mommy to bear mental pressure from other aspects. For example, the follow-up impact of this case." Julie drove the car out of the parking line and headed towards the South Branch of Chicago to the other side of the river.

When walking towards the Loop, Susan thought that Julie wanted to talk about buying weapons, so she asked, "Then I can understand that you want to buy some handy guns before you leave Chicago for Guarantee your safety or mine?"

Julie turned her head and smiled, "Hehe, I really want to go to the gun store, but I didn't say to buy it here."

Susan didn't know much about Chicago's gun control regulations, so she asked curiously, "Uh...don't buy them here? Why?"

"Do you still remember the charge against Michael for possessing illegal firearms? This charge is unlikely to be established in other cities or states, but it will be established in Chicago." Julie explained in detail.

"Hehe, that's interesting. Uh... I remembered the gun laws. It's true that only here and California and New York state have strict regulations."

Then he asked, "However, what exactly do you want to do so that they don't suffer from additional mental pressure?"

Julie simply said, "Hehe, you'll find out later. Have you ever been to the futures exchange building in Chicago?"

Less than 20 minutes later, Julie pulled the car onto West Jackson Avenue, just south of the Loop.Susan stared at the skyscrapers on both sides of the road curiously, "It looks like the buildings and streets here are similar to those in New York, they are all so old and majestic."

"Hehe, not bad. Okay, let's go in." When Julie spoke, she drove the car to the parking place of a building next to the futures trading building.

It wasn't until an hour later, when Susan followed Julie out of the old skyscraper, did she know what this woman thought and how she did it in life.

Walking on the sidewalk under the futures exchange building, Susan asked, "What you talked about with the CEO just now, is what you said to reduce mental stress?"

Julie took a relaxed pace, turned her head and smiled, "Yes. I think in this world, there is nothing more reassuring than family safety."

"Hehe, that's true. But, how do you know that the CEO can be trusted?"

"Because, the job he had before this job gave people confidence that he was a good guy."

Susan came to her senses and said, "Really? Oh...he turned out to be a policeman too!?"

Julie didn't deny it, but just talked about it, "Most people who run security companies have a certain background in federal law enforcement and law. It just so happens that this person used to be a captain and superintendent of the Chicago Police Department. So...you can still Believable."

"Hehe, use 15 U.S. dollars to install security and monitoring equipment in your parents' home. I don't think anyone except big stars, politicians, and conspirators will do that?" Susan remembered the contract she signed with the security company just now. Content, said with a smile.

"Uh...hehe, things are a bit more expensive, but it can make my mother live in it with peace of mind."

"Reassuring indeed. Indoor motion detectors, infrared, high-definition daylight cameras, alarm systems directly connected to police stations, security companies. You want to turn their home into the safest safehouse in the world, no problem. But whiskey And Amanda, have you thought about what to do?"

Julie thought for a while and said, "I think security systems and dogs can coexist."

With no peepers and distractions, Julie spent the remaining few days of the holiday happily with her parents, Susan, Alice, and the two lovely big dogs.

When the time crept to seven o'clock in the morning on the 24th, Isabella called her daughter into the kitchen, "Baby, I am very happy to spend every day with you and your father. It's just... I I hope that case will not affect you and your life."

Julie hugged her mother and said softly, "It's okay, Mom, I can take care of myself. I love you, and Daddy. Only when you live safely and happily can I have my own life."

"Hehe, baby, your daddy is a policeman." Isabella said happily.

"I know. It's just... sometimes the police can't protect the family well. Well, today the security company will send people to install the equipment, remember to let them in."

Julie didn't see her father at breakfast, and she knew that the sheriff was likely to investigate the murder scene again.After saying goodbye to his mother, he carried his luggage and walked out of the house with Susan.After looking at the closed door of neighbor Margaret's house, he shook his head and got into his car.

Put on your sunglasses and pull up onto North Weston Avenue, which leads to the interstate.Look at Susan next to her, "Have you posted all the photos you took these days on Facebook?"

"Yeah, but I really like Navy Pier." Susan said, fiddling with her BlackBerry.

"As long as you like it. When you go back to school, don't tell others about Chicago." Julie said.

Susan looked up at her, "Are you talking about the sexual harassment case, or about becoming a millionaire?"

Jolie just said, "Come on, those two things are supposed to be one thing. Besides, is it fun to be a millionaire?"

"How can it be boring? You can change to a new car, what do you think?"

"I don't want to be a rich guy in the eyes of investment advisers, casino owners or hedge fund managers. The car is just a means of transportation."

Susan nodded, but said bluntly, "However, I think if the money is managed by professionals, maybe they will bring you some unexpected fun?!"

"Hehe, you mean to use this money to invest? It's just... I don't trust those managers."

"Hahaha, actually, I don't really trust those guys on Wall Street. So, how about we go to the gun store?"

Julie asked curiously, "Do you really want to go? Or do you want to try something you haven't played before?"

Susan relaxed her whole body on the car seat, stretched her waist and said, "Actually, I haven't really tried how to use these iron guys. Anyway, instead of letting the bad guys hold guns, it's better to master them It's safer in your own hands."

Julie smiled slightly and said, "That's right. Although the Second Amendment to the Constitution guarantees the right of individual citizens to own guns, I still hope that guns will always be in the hands of good people."

Susan glanced at her, "Idealist! However, reality is always cruel and merciless."

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