Super Detective in the Fictional World

Elsa did.

Apparently Luke is a regular here, and it's not bad money.

Restaurants in the United States can barely find this kind of thing, and what Luke calls a "private dining room” is extremely rare.

Reserve meals to determine consumption in advance and ensure that 20% of the service fee is substantial enough.

It's okay to do that.

Because it's spending more money and enjoying more sophisticated service, similar to the difference between several types of aircraft.

At the same price, however, this “room” service must not be provided because it is unfair and discriminates against customers who fail to sit in the room.

Donald didn't eat, so Elsa helped him out.

Luke ordered a lot for Selena, but she didn't like it anyway, so he could eat it.

I can't. I can still pack it for Dustin.

When all kinds of meals are served, it is customary for everyone to fill their stomachs without talking.

When you're done eating, the four of you can have drinks after dinner and chat.

Neither side means to keep their case confidential. Depending on the situation, both cases will soon become pending cases at the bottom of the box. Now we can talk and maybe find a little clue.

After all, there are a number of intersections between the two cases.

Margaret and the girl who died of an overdose, for example, were students from Southern California, although they were neither in classes nor in classes, or even knew each other.

For example, that apartment building used to belong to William-Johnson, and that girl died in the apartment there, and William had a bad reputation for tenants.

That gave Donald a new idea, but the Elsa and Luke cases were still unclear.

As usual, we pack up the rest of the stuff and move it out.

Donald and Selena were going to that apartment building, and the girl student died in William-Johnson's apartment building, which was too much like William's way of driving people away.

Elsa and Luke go back to the station, see if they can find anything.

Elsa also brings free lunch to lonely middle-aged Dustin, who is probably too busy not eating.

She couldn't help but laugh when she sent Dustin lunch.

I didn't know how to kiss my ass so well, and Dustin and I had an iron relationship, but it was just business. After all, she wasn't a gentle and considerate woman.

But after working with Luke, he somehow made a lot more warm moves, and he was drunk.

In the afternoon, they never went out again and stayed at the police station.

Elsa was looking for information and discussing it with Luke.

Soon, however, they could only shake their heads.

Don't think William Johnson's dead too much.

From civilians to gangs to competing real estate groups, it's easy to identify 30 or 50 possible suspects against him, which is just plain information.

William Johnson did a lot of unknown bad things in private, and a lot of enemies, only God knows.

Both felt, however, that gang killings were more likely.

Because there is a fairly sensible piece of information that says so.

When William was killed, both of the senior social flowers he was accompanying said that it seemed that someone had jumped through the skylight and William's spiritual lid had been shot.

This information is, of course, ridiculous, but it has been recorded.

That's mostly what both socializers say, and William was shot over the head, not in the face or on the side.

But... flew over from a sedan traveling 80 kilometers, and shot William in the head from an open skylight?

This is an illusion!

Elsa didn't believe it, and Luke's expression was subtle.

Normal people can't do it, but... what about the extraordinary people?

Luke thought in his heart and made up his mind that the case should be side-butted as soon as possible to make Elsa give up.

This case is likely to involve extraordinary power.

The other party can shoot William Johnson in the head, which is a tough guy, decisive and efficient.

What if Elsa really figured something out and they shot her in the head?

This is Luke's scheduled top boss and will play an important role in his detective life for some time to come.

Luke has absolute certainty about letting her go as long as she keeps the case efficient.

At that time, he would be able to devote most of his energies to the work of the vigilante and, in turn, would be able to mobilize the resources of the police station to constantly obtain intelligence support for the vigilante operation.

The new boss grabbed his face every day, and it really took too long.

In this busy situation, Luke's phone suddenly rang.

His face changed.

He specifically changed his phone, and there are a few special ringtones.

Now this ringtone, on behalf of Selena, is in an emergency, and it's dangerous, sending a message for help.

He put on his headset, turned on his phone and pressed the play button, which was a recording from Selena.

This is a feature like WeChat that prevents Selena from not being around when she calls for help.

Selena hurried: “We met a terrible shooter in that apartment building in William-Johnson. Come on!”

Luke grabbed the key and ran.

Elsa stunned: "What are you doing? ”

Luke: “In that apartment building in William, Selena, they met a very powerful shooter. ”

Elsa was surprised, hesitated, and ran away.

This matter, apparently unrelated to her, is not necessarily true.

That's William-Johnson's apartment building, and there's been a strange incident that might have had something to do with William's death.

Elsa and Luke both know the address of the apartment building. After all, they didn't communicate with Donald until noon.

Luke's side has driven into his car and rushed out of the parking lot.

At this moment, he was extremely fortunate to learn the ability to drive a primary vehicle himself.

With the siren flashing and the siren blowing, his car rushed into the street.

Selena, the case they were working on was in the West End police district, and the apartment building wasn't far from the station.

In seven minutes, Luke's car arrived at the apartment building.

When he got out, he turned off the siren, the lights kept on, and the whole person rushed into the apartment building.

After entering, he quickly approached Selena's location.

Selena, of course, has the surveillance he left behind, not to spy on her, but to locate her in an emergency.

However, in his acute hearing, he had heard gunshots, not particularly intense, but only momentarily.

Luke's sensitive sense of smell activated and soon knew things weren't good.

The air smells like Donald's blood.

He quickly rushed to the fourth floor and the gun in his waist was already in his hand.

Pfft!

Without hesitation, it was a double-tap, shrinking back the person who had just drilled his head on the stairs.

However, Luke's heart was not relaxed, but the alarm rang loudly.