Super Detective in the Fictional World

Fat houses think that's enough.

Scheduled time, Sheryev left the back door open that night.

He also scrutinized the doors and windows of the house before entering the night to avoid the fat house running into the house.

After all this, he stayed in the front yard drinking, but never waited until something happened to the fat house, and he fell asleep.

The next day, he realized the fat house was real. Fat house, floating in the pool in the backyard.

Of course, Sheryev dared not reveal any doubts about himself, and Katie happened to be playing cards, not cooperating with the police station, making the case very difficult to investigate, and he was not exposed.

However, that concludes Cheryev's confession.

Sergei walked in in the middle of the night and drowned Katie. He wasn't stupid, of course he wouldn't say.

Elsa also knew, of course, that Sheryev was also suspected of letting people in in the later Katie death case.

But that can wait until Sergei is apprehended before interrogating him.

Now this case is enough for them to put Sheryev in jail first, without fear of him escaping, and, by the way, close the strange case of the previous 200-pound fat man who died in the pool.

Sheryev was taken care of, and Elsa went to tell Dustin the good news.

Luke didn't go.

Anyway, the System Experience Points were awarded, so he was too lazy to take credit for Elsa.

Elsa wants a promotion, but Luke wants to stay on the front line as long as possible to earn experience points.

Task: Doe Fatty drowned.

Total mission experience 100, points 100.

80% Mission Contribution, 80 Experience, 80 Points.

Luke was very satisfied.

Just a trip, chased a kilometer, caught a man, and the case was solved.

Experience points, of course, Elsa wrote the report, and if she wants to do more, she can't let Luke write the report.

So Luke's kind of idle.

Elsa was delighted to be back there, apparently breaking both Villa Katie connections in two days, which was also a pleasure to her.

In a good mood, she turned to Luke and said, "Go, have lunch. ”

Luke shook his head and pointed at her eyes: "Elsa, you're too tired. How long have you been asleep since yesterday? You got three hours? You'd better get back to bed. Maybe Dustin will send us to New York soon, and you won't be able to rest. ”

Elsa looked at Luke's face before returning to her mind and quickly pulled out a mirror, suddenly losing her face.

She was busy all night yesterday, and this morning she followed Luke to catch him, running about a kilometer.

Back to interrogate Cheryev, the makeup on his face is long gone, and there is still a little gray.

Luckily, she has short, dry hair and no major hair problems.

But she looks ordinary, and now she looks really mediocre, with no usual rhythm.

Plus two dark circles, she's more like a junkie.

So, she had to meet Luke for lunch tomorrow, and she invited him home to take a smoke break.

Luke.

Elsa's gone. It's not his free time! Just don't come, Dustin...

At that point, the phone on the table rang, and it was really Dustin.

Hearing Elsa go home to rest, the captain didn't say anything, just let Luke go to his office alone.

When he entered the office, Dustin praised Luke and looked at a file in front of him, and a moment later asked, "When you were a cop in Shakford, you shot 13 shooters a night? ”

Luke nodded: "Yes. ”

This performance is in the profile and cannot be concealed.

Dustin: "Are you good at shooting? ”

Luke: “It's okay. ”

Dustin's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he said, "Well, it's okay. You go out and get busy. ”

Luke got up and walked out.

Before he walked out the door, Dustin finally cautioned: "Go back and get some rest and you may be busy afterwards. ”

Luke nodded should be.

When he came out, he thought about Dustin's questioning.

Is it possible... Dustin wants to go to New York alone and take care of Sergei?

Spin, he shook his head.

That's impossible.

How could such a case be entirely handed over to him, at least Elsa would be with him.

Luke quickly left it behind.

Whatever the decision is, he just has to work hard for his experience.

After work today, Luke picked up Selena from work with a new used car.

Selena was so happy that she finally didn't have to take the bus to work every morning.

Luke doesn't matter.

Anyway, the two of us can go out together, the hours are not the same, or we can negotiate.

Two days later, Luke was notified by Dustin that he and Elsa were sent to New York as representatives to assist the police department there in arresting Sergei Mazanov.

Elsa's been relaxed for two days.

Sheryev is better than expected and has now been handed over to the district attorney for work, at least a year or two in prison.

Two men to New York, ticket reimbursement.

Elsa is not Selena, of course she won't choose to take the Greyhound bus to save money. She had to rush over and catch Sergei to close the case.

For the first time in his life, Luke was on a passenger plane.

After take-off, Elsa looked at Luke slightly curious and laughed, "Not much flying? ”

Luke: “First time. Previously on helicopters only. ”

Elsa nodded: "Well, I think you'll get used to it later. ”

Luke ooh, didn't go on with the topic.

Elsa shook her head with a smile, put a blindfold on herself and just went to sleep.

Luke was curious for a while, and half an hour after the plane took off, he lost interest in the blue sky cloud outside the window.

Elsa was already asleep, with a slightly heavy nose, and the conversation was spontaneous.

This is a Boeing 757, one lane, six seaters in a row.

Elsa is old enough to occupy the leftmost position, where she is least disturbed.

Luke could only sit in the middle of three seats, and on his right was a little Lori, about 11 or 12 years old.

Pink sweater with a pink hat, thin, uppercut lips feel a little playful, eyes slightly narrow, but eyes are moving, and there appears to be a glitter coming out of the brown and black pupils.

Well, okay, that's bullshit.

Actually, this little Lori is cute and she looks smart.

That's not the point.

Luke glanced silently at the middle-aged white man in his early forties across the aisle, who, like Tony Stark, had a beard, but his beard was much more casual than Tony's and apparently had not been handled specifically.

But it looks like this middle-aged white guy has a weird temperament.

The adjective used in the Martial Arts novel is just as evil as it is soft.

The middle-aged white man smiled politely when he saw Luke throwing his eyes at him and said, "Hello. ”

Luke nodded with a smile, “Hello. ”