Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke laughed in front of the store.

That was a lot of Mexican conversation, and God knows which illegal immigrant was on the phone.

Little G could only continue to change the thread, and this time finally had a long beep.

He was overjoyed and quickly dialed a number: "Catherine, it's so good to hear your voice again, you can't believe what we've been through. Well, ghosts know what we've been through...”

After a moment, the three of them returned with ease.

Nick smiled, “Well, the patrol cops and forensics are here. Listen, Shelly, Slick, you're gonna follow me back to the station and make a statement. ”

The boss and the clerk, as if they had not heard, were still glued there, and even had a mouthful, shouting bia.

Soon after, the patrol police and forensics arrived.

After some questioning, the patrol police were prepared to take back the two sticky middle-aged men and women.

Luke called them, “Wait a minute.” Everyone looked at him.

He lifted his finger to the firewood stove of the barbecue in the restaurant: “Officer, I think you'd better go and see that stove with the forensic surgeon, something's not right in there. Find out and ask the boss and the clerk. ”

The patrol looked at him suspiciously, and a competent blonde over there said, "I'll do it. ”

Nick: “Catherine, let me help you. ”

Luke only found out that the blonde was still named after her aunt.

A moment later, a burnt skeleton appeared from the charcoal ash pile in the stove, and everyone looked at the boss and his wife.

Shelly stood up scared: “It's none of my business, I had no idea there was this. ”

Everyone's gaze turned to Slick next to her.

Slick shook his head, “I don't know, I'm a clerk, okay? ”

People: … you both look like a couple of cheap couples!

After more than an hour, the crowd returned to the forensics center with a relieved look on their face.

It's only been half a day, and what happened is so strange.

Luke also made a lively trip to the morgue, where he walked in and saw one head not tall, both legs prosthetic, the bearded hair silver-white old man standing there listening to a country music, while an Italian coffee maker was working.

He somehow felt familiar.

Just in time, old G. came over, saw Luke just nodding, didn't say anything, and went to the old forensic doctor: "Al, what about the report I asked for? ”

Old forensic doctor Al: "Over there, get it yourself. Well, why don't you have a drink? ”

Old G didn't refuse. He finished a small cup of instant milled coffee handed over by Al and tasted it slowly. He asked casually: "This coffee machine is good. Where did you get it? ”

Al also relaxed to taste the coffee in his hand: "Applied for it in the name of the morgue. ”

Old G is confused: “Can you buy a coffee maker here for a fee? ”

This is a boutique Italian coffee maker, definitely not a necessity, and the morgue is divided into divisions.

Al, there are only four forensic doctors in this morgue, so how can you give them this expensive coffee machine?

Al smiled lightly and sipped another sip of coffee: “Nobody wants to know what the forensic doctor bought. ”

Old G:...

Nick: …

Luke: …

Looking around for a moment, watching old G leave, Luke finally asked the old forensic doctor, “Dr. Robbins, do you know a forensic doctor named Mars? He's supposed to be a forensic surgeon in a small town in Texas. ”

Alfresco nodded momentarily: "If he was Mars-Kubrick, he would have been my former student, but we haven't seen him for a long time after his internship with me. ”

Luke nodded with a smile: "Well, sure. ”

Al: “How do you know him? ”

Luke knew that the old forensic physician meant, in fact, how he knew the two were connected.

He explained with a smile, "Because every morning he works, he has to have a cup of instant coffee and listen to music before he can officially get to work. ”

Al: “Unfortunately, he must have paid for his own coffee machine. He's still like that... huh.” In tone, it's a little complicated.

Luke also stopped interrupting Al's forensic work. This is also a tech bull. Old G's attitude towards Al is obviously very equal, much better than his boss's face.

Of course he has to respect the old forensic doctor.

When he got out of the morgue, Luke said goodbye to old G.

Old G. was already investigating the case of the model killer. He didn't have time to come back with him. He had to come back before he left.

Luke said yes and left with Selena.

Old G was in the office, looking at Luke walking to the elevator, thinking about dialing Nick's phone: "Hey, it's me. Did you notice my nephew's behavior today? Don't worry, write me a score report on what he did today and do some more psychoanalysis. What? This is not your official job. It's kind of my test for you. Just take the time to make it...”

Over here, Luke glanced back at the old G-office, already covered by other labs, with a slight smile on his face, shaking his head slightly, and Serena walked into the elevator.

It's already 4: 00 in the afternoon.

From the forensics center at 9: 30 a.m., it took almost six hours to get back from a lap in Henry's pig hideout.

Selena was in a good mood. Today she played a prank, met two strange cases, and saw how a woman kissed a man's code. She was very satisfied.

But her stomach was empty: "Honey, I'm hungry. I want roast meat, pork chops are the best. ”

Luke nodded with a smile: "Go back to the hotel and have fun in the entertainment hall. ”

When the two spoke, a taxi was hired and returned to the Grand Optical Hotel.

Selena said she wanted a roasted pork chop, but ended up eating a special lobster, a French snail, croissant, onion soup, and a fruit platter.

Luke settled the bill, grinning and hugging Selena, who was eating paralyzed soft, and the two went to the entertainment hall.

If Selena doesn't want to move, choose a slot machine and sit down.

Neither of us cares what a slot machine looks like, but that chair is the most comfortable one to look around, convenient for someone to be paralyzed on it.

Luke looked at the slot machine and smiled, pointing to an electronic display on the slot machine: "See, the prize. Oh, 973,662 American knives. You paint it out, you get rich. ”

Selena wasn't that interested, and even less naive: “I'm not that stupid. All this money was thrown in by people who wanted to win the grand prize. Just let me sit here and play. ”