Super Detective in the Fictional World

Feel free to eat something at the restaurant, it's 5: 00 in the morning when Luke entertains the entertainment hall on the ground floor.

There are still plenty of people in the lobby and there's no time to play around here.

In such an entertainment hall in Las Vegas, hotels do not place any display time items without windows, which effectively allows visitors to forget the time and ignore the rest until they lose the last coin on their body.

Luke freely redeemed a thousand knives of chips and connected them at various tables.

His performance is no different from that of most tourists, who place a few bets when they see an interest and walk away when they are not.

Less than an hour later, he basically looked at all the gameplay.

The final conclusion is that it's not hard to win!

But to win a lot of money easily, the most suitable game is 21: 00, because it requires very few cards.

He also sat at the table at 21: 00 for experiments, several times.

After winning a hundred knives, he stopped and redeemed the chips, retrieving only eight hundred and twenty knives, and all the others were put in.

He shook his head.

He was just doing experiments, walking around the tables, wasting a lot of time, and if he sat down and played in a game, losing a few hundred knives an hour was easy.

Losing thousands of knives a day is basic consumption.

The game hurts!

He mumbled in his heart and went upstairs again, and it was 6: 30.

Upstairs, he made himself a cup of coffee, stood in front of the glass wall, watching the city in the dark at the end of the morning, and his heart was calm.

At 7: 30, Selena came out asleep.

Luke turned around and said, "What are you doing? ”

Selena: “Go to the bathroom. ”

Luke: "… Need I remind you, do you have toilets and bathrooms in your room? ”

Selena: “Oh, I thought I was at home.” She turned around and went back to the house.

Luke.

It's no surprise Selena ran out, but the kid didn't get so excited last night that he thought he was still wearing pajamas.

That was not the same view he saw at the door of the bedroom.

When someone walks around the room, it's a really... multi-angle, no-death corner, and the jump is very lively.

Smiling back to his room, he began to change.

I'm visiting old G today, I can't be too casual, I'm too relaxed in this sportswear.

He knocked on Selena's door after changing his casual clothes.

When this stuff comes out, it won't even close the door. Is it the piss that holds the door?

He leaned against the door and slammed his finger into the open door: "Selena, wake up. We're going to visit Grayson today. We can't be late. ”

Selena: "... um, let me sleep a little longer. ”

Luke: "I hear the restaurant downstairs is for Australian lobster today, only 88, one to take home. ”

Selena sat up violently: "Ah, I'm going to eat lobster. ”

Luke: “No problem. But at least put some clothes on and we'll talk about it. I'll wait for you outside, young lady. ”

Selena looked down for a moment and was helpless: "Why am I not dressed? Did you take it off for me? ”

Luke was too lazy to ignore this slander: How come you slept all night without counting?

Selena doesn't really care, she's been living with Luke for months, walking around too often, after all, she's not the kind of woman with too much detail.

Luke, all she can say is, trust him completely.

Half an hour later, a beautiful Selena went out and Luke whistled: "Whoa, our Selena's getting prettier. ”

Selena didn't mean it. She turned left and right, and finally turned a circle: "What do you say? I bought it for days and never got to wear it. ”

Luke: “It's beautiful and it suits you very well. ”

Serena is not wearing a policeman today, but a casual short light brown trench coat with a black and white plaid sweater and a grey ankle length pants add a more feminine touch than on a weekday.

Out like this, nobody would think she was a policewoman.

Selena nodded satisfied, holding Luke's arm, and the two went downstairs for breakfast.

She wouldn't get up so aggressively if it wasn't for the Australian lobster.

Breakfast was plentiful and Selena ate her dream Australian lobster, Luke paid for it.

Then they went to the forensics center.

At 8: 50, the two men showed their papers and documents at the door and entered the forensics centre.

Look inside this technologically sensible forensics center, Serena.

Luke smiled without saying a word.

This is a sanctuary for many CSI people, I didn't expect to get here so soon.

I found Old G's office, and I didn't see anybody in it.

Luke could only ask a night shift worker who was just passing by, who was very pleased with his face and his voice, but he was very nice, telling them that old G was in the forensics room over there.

The two of them thanked each other for walking more than twenty meters to the forensics room.

The handsome middle-aged man was holding a magnifying glass and looking closely at a model, looking at it like he was enjoying a piece of art.

Luke knocked on the door with his hands up, and old G fell in love and put down the magnifying glass in his hand. He looked at the door and smiled. “Here you are. ”

Luke hinted, “Can you come in? This thing, it seems interesting. ”

Old G didn't mean it: “Just don't touch it, see if it's all right. ”

Luke pulled it together, he didn't use a magnifying glass, he measured the model with his eyes for a moment, and he said, "This is a piece of art, Grayson. When did you like to work by hand? This flavour is a bit heavy. It's too realistic. ”

Because this miniature model is a magical murder scene, and even the blood and wounds of the deceased are highly restored.

Old G thought about it, shook his head: "It's not my work, it's evidence, it's from a serial killer. We call him the model killer. ”

Luke stunned and couldn't help but bow his head and carefully gauged the model: “So, this is the sign of the killer, that's more than one. ”

Old G pointed to the finger: “There's another one over there. ”

Luke walked over, but instead of measuring it too carefully, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

And a moment later, he turned his head weirdly: "This model killer, have you found a clue? For example... her gender. ”

Old G gazed: “She? You mean the model killer is a woman? ”

Luke: “Not necessarily, it could be an accomplice, or someone who helped the killer build or drop the model. It's a woman. She's not too old. She should be under thirty. ”

Old G: “... did you get high before you got here? ”

Luke smiled softly: "No, that's what I'm saying here. It doesn't necessarily work. ”

Old G frowned and looked at him for a moment and nodded slightly: "Well, I see. ”