Super Detective in the Fictional World

This little building has a psychotherapy license, but how many guests are willing to be questioned by the police is another question.

“Ah, oh, uh, uh, uh," the first door passing by was left open.

Young women look the same: “This is jujitsu training that soothes nerves and relieves stress. ”

“Pfft! Anti-Mother Aung North Nose!” This is the noise coming from the second room that didn't close.

Young women are serious: “It's flogging treatment, it's expensive. ”

Luke's face is full of mystery: "Are your customers here, including women? ”

The young woman immediately understood what he meant: "No, the customer was the man. ”

Luke was mute.

It may be against the law for a male customer to hit a female therapist, but he pays a female therapist to whip himself, which... seems legal?

Selena was shocked, but she didn't say a word.

The three of them arrived at the bottom of the second floor aisle, with a poker pattern of Queen of Hearts on the door.

The young woman knocked on the door: "Miss Donna, I need you to come out. ”

It took a moment for a woman to make a sound: “Wait a minute. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows.

This voice, with its curly tongue, is a bit confusing to speak English, but also gives it a distinct exotic style.

More importantly, the woman's voice is lazy with a slightly lower voice, like a whisper in her ear late at night.

Luke reminisced of someone - Vanessa, the electric eye with long legs.

Of course, that's not her voice.

But Vanessa's electric eyes and this woman's voice are all very seductive.

Luke smiled softly and patted a young woman on the shoulder: "You can leave first, I don't think you'd be interested in the next thing, would you? ”

The woman hesitated for a moment and finally went downstairs, but she still didn't forget to add: "We have a proper license here, don't make a scene, okay? ”

Luke nodded without a word.

It sounds like a good word, but the last sentence becomes a soft language prayer. Is this also... a professional habit?

It wasn't until the woman disappeared at the stairwell that the door in front of the two men opened with a whisper.

Luke made a few gestures, and Selena leaned back honestly and found a room door and looked this way.

Luke smiled and looked at the woman in the door.

She has long, straight black hair, slightly fluffy, dark eyebrow contours, large eyes, sharp, oblique corners, and a touch of foxy eyes.

The upper lip is slightly thin and the lower lip is plump, making it look lovely.

She opened her mouth and asked, "Are you here to... treat me? ”

Not many of the people who seek her treatment have this kind of appearance.

Luke smiled softly and looked up and down for a moment: "No, Miss Donna, I'm here to see Mr. Smith. ”

The woman startled: "What Smith? ”

Luke: “The one who's hiding behind the hanger by your door with the gun in his right hand and the baby in his left hand. Middle-aged white man, male, 6 '2" (approx. 1 m 88) tall, full of beard, wearing a grey black jacket, jeans. Do you want me to go on? Mr. Smith. ”

When he said that, his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, looking at a place in the room.

The woman in front of the door stood still for a moment and opened her mouth, seemingly not knowing what to say.

Luke glanced at her and sighed: This is a player who crushed Selena!

Her dark red corset underwear, with an oversized chest flap and black camisoles underneath, and a pair of inevitable black trousers.

Wow, what a professional therapist!

There was no voice in the house when his mind was spinning these unbridled thoughts.

Luke said directly to Miss Donna in front of him, "Can I ask you a few questions? ”

Miss Donna, who was on the bright side of her chest, nodded unconsciously under his eyes.

Though the young man looked reassuring, as a “special” psychotherapist, she implicitly felt that he and his anger appeared to have some unspeakable qualities.

“Then why don't you talk to my partner over there?” Luke showed Serena behind him and let her pull Miss Donna over.

Luke sent this Miss Donna away, and he went on to say, “Mr. Smith, you had a chance in the park and you didn't shoot us, so I thought you could talk. ”

Once again, for a moment of silence, a low man finally sounded in the room: "What do you want to talk about? ”

Luke: "The little baby! Because of him, I shot five gunmen in the park, and an innocent woman was shot by them, and now she's in the hospital operating room. I think I have the right to know the cause of all this. ”

“Oh, you're a cop.” The lowly man laughed, but he didn't mean to be happy.

Luke: "Is there a problem? My badge. You can see it clearly in the park. ”

“That's none of your business.” Low-heavy man: “So you go. ”

Luke squints: Can't the cops handle it?

“I was not ordered to look into the case.” He replied silently.

The low man laughed: "Last night in an abandoned factory in the East End, a pregnant woman was killed, along with more than 20 armed gang members. Have you seen the news? No, I think you'll get a call soon. ”

At this moment, Luke's phone rang, and he looked, and he answered, “What is it? ”

A moment later, Luke hung up on the phone and was insensitive.

For a moment, he walked into the room in front of him and closed the door at will.

Turning to the door, he smiled softly: "Mr. Smith, I see you're right. I received a call telling me that the case had been transferred. ”

By the door, a tall figure stood there, holding a gun in his hand, but didn't raise it.

When he heard that, Mr. Smith laughed: "So I guessed correctly, but I wasn't happy about it. ”

Luke smiled softly and looked up and down at the tall man in front of him for a moment: "Yes, so did I. Ask a question. You're short of money, maybe weapons? ”

Smith squinted, “What are you trying to say? ”

Luke gave out an address, his hand pulled out in his side pocket, slowly pulled out, and a pile of green and unseen banknotes appeared in his hand.

“The abandoned factory has an underground grocery store with a few guns in it, which I didn't need, so I gave it to you. And then this...” He raises his hand and throws the stack of bills on the bed: “It's a reward! ”

Smith frowned: “What do you mean? ”

Luke still smiles: “My curiosity is a little heavy. So, you find the answer and just tell me one last time. ”

He smiled, but his eyes were calm.