Super Detective in the Fictional World

Next, the three of them went to Old G's office, where they talked.

Luke handed over a little box: "A gift. ”

Old G picks the eyebrows: “Can you open it? ”

“Of course, I have instructions in there, but I don't mind explaining it to you personally," said Luke. ”

Old G opened the box and looked at something like that phone: "Cell phone? ”

Luke shook his head with a smile: "It looks like a phone, but it's actually a... radio. The antenna is aimed at your target and you can receive a conversation from the other party within 20 meters. You can record listening, or you can go directly to the text on the screen and see it with your eyes. Of course, the error rate in speech recognition would be a little bit higher. ”

Selena listens with bright eyes: This thing is like a crime scene for a detective.

Old G looked delicate, and it took a while to say, "Thank Robert for me.” Just put the radio on the outside of the phone in the drawer.

Luke nodded with a smile and said nothing more.

When he talked to Robert, he heard about a genetic disorder in Old G's mother that could lead to a lot of hearing loss.

Old G hasn't had a hearing problem yet, but this stuff still works.

This type of radio equipment, also available from the FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D., is typically mounted on a tracking vehicle, which is much more effective than what Luke did, with a wiretap range of one or two hundred meters.

Luke, the good thing about this thing is that it's small and portable.

The three of them talked for a while, mainly because Grayson asked Luke about some work and personal life issues.

Luke answered most truthfully, but naturally did not mention anything involving the vigilante.

But old G obviously noticed some difference, but didn't say anything and didn't mean anything by it.

And all of a sudden, Luke sucked on his nose, and he was slightly distracted: "Grayson, are you in the lab, evidence that allows the cleaners to come in at will? ”

Old G: “Certain unimportant evidence may inadvertently come into contact with a little bit, but important evidence is never going to let them in. What are you trying to say?

Luke turned his head and looked at a young cleaning lady not far from the door: "Interesting. This is actually happening. ”

Old G didn't move, just followed the young lady cleaner until she pushed the cleaning car past a corner and disappeared.

Luke thought about it, took out his fake phone, and operated it a few times.

Luckily, Old G is not equipped with electronic surveillance equipment.

He just walked over, shut the door, and turned around and said, "Grayson, do you have a preference for solving this case? For example... Must it be very artistic? ”

"Evidence speaks for a moment, it doesn't matter about art, it's a science. ”

Luke shrugged: “I have no proof, but I want to tell you an answer that's not very artistic. Do you need to listen? ”

Old G: “Go ahead. ”

Luke: “The cleaning lady at the door was a young woman associated with the model killer. I don't have any evidence, but you can try to put the direction of the investigation on her. ”

Old G: “... you don't look like grass. Did you smoke white crystals? Or is it skating? ”

Luke smiled: "Sorry. Although the modus operandi of model killers is very artistic, you said that solving cases doesn't matter, and I chose to solve the mystery directly. I never thought I'd meet a serial killer who'd come back and watch his case solved! ”

He knew that Old G had fought intelligently with a number of serial killers, and that both sides often did not enjoy playing cat and mouse games that created perjury, saw through perjury, and pursued clues.

Luke does this now, obviously it's a drama party, and if he switches to the Internet, he'll be yelled at and soaked in a pig cage.

Old G looked weird and finally nodded: “Well, I get it. But maybe I won't be able to have lunch with you. ”

Luke smiled softly: "We're here to play, we'll be back the day after tomorrow. ”

Old G nods: “Okay, you guys just play by yourselves. ”

Luke stood up consciously, and Selena hurried up and walked to the door.

Old G. walked over rarely, kind of gave them a lift.

He has always been cold and rarely has such a condom, even if his boss comes and goes, he can sit as steady as Tarzan.

When they got to the door, they were saying goodbye to old G. Suddenly they walked up the last three people and were mumbling about something.

"Nick, where are you going? ”

Nick looks just fine: "Oh, Grayson, we're going to help Henry celebrate his birthday. ”

Old G nodded thoughtfully: "Take my nephew with you. He's a young man, a freshman detective, just in time to talk to you. ”

And he looked at Luke, and he said, "You go out with them for a few hours, and they're familiar with everything. ”

The three men across the street were all tangled up, and old G. turned around and looked at them: “Whatever you want to play with, take him with you.” Then he turned his back on Luke and made a color for Nick.

Nick smiled and nodded bitterly: "Okay, okay. ”

He overstepped: "... Grayson, you're talking about a nephew, no niece? ”

His gaze fell on Selena, such a beautiful hot Latino woman, who would notice.

Luke looked at Old G on the side and smiled and reached out: “My name is Luke. Nice to meet you, Nick. ”

The young man had short, golden hair and handsome five officials, but grinning made him feel like he was coming off.

Nick was also a very temperamental man, and when he greeted Luke, he reached out with a smile: "Nice to meet you, Luke. This one..."

Luke: “This is my partner, Selena, and we're all detectives in the West End of LA Homicide Unit. ”

Nick looked delicate: “You...”

Luke smiled softly: "She's like my sister, and she's very happy. ”

Serena smiled and waved to the three men to greet them.

The three of them all smiled. Both of them had a bonus value. They were still related to the old G. There was no way to put their faces on.

Old G. said to drive again: "Okay, you can go. ”

He doesn't care what kind of prank these guys are up to.

Old G himself often uses a unique “special training” to “help” newcomers get to work quickly.

The whole thing, he can do the clouds, it's natural.

Among his people, he was taken out of a similar hobby, not one or two.

Five people went downstairs talking.

Simply to tell each other, Luke and I met three people.

Greg, the youngest big boy named Little G, is a student who is alive and angry, sunny and not annoying.

Another man named Haggis, nearly forty years old, has a very high hairline and is somewhat serious and old-fashioned in appearance and character.