Super Detective in the Fictional World

Jeff and Karen stood up and escorted Luke away.

The new neighbors stood up, just smiling and saying goodbye to the two of them, and didn't mean to leave together.

Out the door, Luke and the two of them walked home.

After washing his hands, Luke went into the kitchen and started cooking.

Of course, he's the only one who can do Selena's "specialty dish." She's best at eating specialty dishes. She won't do it, she won't do it for life.

Who made her taste a few degrees worse than him?

In Selena's own words, she would never eat that kind of pig food.

What more can Luke say in the face of this food that dares to discredit his craft?

He flipped out two marinated chickens in the fridge, stuffed them together in the oven, and chose a time to stay out of the oven.

Selena also stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the small table by the wall, and said, "It's kind of weird. Did you try these two on purpose when you shook hands? Even the left hand, even Natalie, is a little rough. Sure. Maybe they like to cook? ”

Luke shrugged: “Neither of you are left-handed and have no visible marks on your left hand. But the shape of Mr. Tim's two-handed fist represents his constant professional beating training. He is a tourist, not a professional boxer. Unless you happen to be an avid fighting enthusiast, few rich people train their hands like that. ”

Selena said, “Can you see that?” She's a little helpless.

Not that she wasn't careful, but that she didn't see anything wrong with Tim's fist. After all, Tim was always careful to keep his hands in the right position, making it hard to see carefully.

What Luke didn't say was that his eyesight was enough to make sure that Tim and Natalie both had calluses with guns on their right hands for a long time.

Although they've all covered it up, Natalie has taken care of the skin on her hands - perhaps it's a woman's heart for beauty, but Luke can still see traces.

Secondly, the smell of gunpowder and oil on the two men is not very strong, but they have also fired in recent days.

In the United States, a lot of people like to play with guns, not necessarily as criminals.

But a travel writer, a gourmet blogger, who likes to play with guns on both sides, that's interesting.

Selena was there thinking, again, to discover the question: "Do you know Barlow, the man who trained in professional combat? ”

Luke laughed: "He deliberately pretended to be an outsider, describing Barlow as a Neon thing. ”

So, he went along with Tim's bullshit, saying that Barlow's origins were in China.

That's bullshit. Who wouldn't?

Selena understood, of course, and she said, “You two seem to be very professional. From what they said about their career, I thought they were really writers and food bloggers. ”

Luke was like, “So what are they doing close to Jeff? ”

Selena thought, "It's not Jeff's job, is it? He is an employee of McVeill-Borne, a major arms company in aeronautics and space, whose research project involves a variety of missiles and warplanes. ”

Luke nodded: “I also think Karen's interior design shouldn't have made it possible for this kind of person to come in and investigate. ”

Selena: "So... are we watching Tim? ”

Luke shrugged his head for a moment: “People are professionals, don't be careless. Let's … keep an eye on Jeff's good neighbor. ”

Selena: “It's different. ”

Lucky said, “Of course not, because that's what we care about our old neighbors. ”

Selena glanced at him and said, "Actually, it's because the Jeffs are watching, right? ”

Luke: “What nonsense! Remember to cooperate with me later. ”

Selena: "Cut, aren't you putting cameras in Jeff's bathroom so exaggerated? ”

Luke was right.

Surveillance, if it's outside Jeff's house, is really simple, and who makes it an ordinary community?

Luke had sent a chicken called Flower Chicken into the oven, looking at Selena, who was still there with salted fish, and he cautioned, "Wait, it's a community gathering. Looks like it's the first time we've been to a party like this. Are you sure you want to wear this? ”

Selena slapped her forehead: "Yeah, Meg, that pointy, sour Birch is definitely going to be blind or something, and I'm going to have to go out and find a proper dress.” She walked into her room and looked for her.

Los Angeles is already hot in April, where it's dry and rainy and the afternoon temperatures are high.

Soon after, Selena came out dressed in a suit and turned a circle to Luke, who was commissioning surveillance in the living room: "How about this? ”

Luke lifted his eyes and found it to be a dark red skirt with a knee that fully demonstrated her strength, shaking his head resolutely: "Are you jealous of the housewives? How many of them dare show their thighs and waists? If you don't want to be a public enemy, keep a low profile. ”

Selena looked at her chest in agony and said, "But there are some strengths that can't be covered up, right? ”

Luke agreed, but persuaded: "Cover up a little bit, you're just as pretty. Come on, let's get another one. ”

Really wear this outfit, wait, I'm afraid there are a bunch of middle-aged and elderly men to talk to, don't bother the dead! He muttered in his heart.

Selena had to change her suit, tight cropped pants and a silk white shirt, skillful without losing her femininity: “This? ”

Luke nodded: “Almost there. Let's go. Remember to serve your specialty dish. ”

Selena glanced at him and went to the kitchen to pack two "specialty dishes” in a food box, and the two went straight out to Jeff's backyard.

Between 10 and 6 o'clock, Jeff's backyard is already full of people.

According to Jeff, most of the people who came were neighbors, but also some of his colleagues.

For example, Meg's husband, Danny, is Jeff's colleague, only in McVell-Bone's research department.

Jeff's people are good. He's young and old.

Middle-aged and elderly people from the upper 40s to the upper 50s, corporate interns from the lower 20s, plus some people brought their children, made the whole backyard meadow very lively.

Of course, Jeff's backyard meadow is shared with two neighboring families, who also attended the party and the place was not crowded.

Luke looked at the old neighbors with new faces and found it interesting.

Some dressed casually at home, most of them forty or fifty years old, wearing a broad shirt with earthen flowers, t-shirt shorts, and a few slippers.

It seemed a little rude, but nobody cared, and nobody would blame it.

Young people are wearing more formal casual clothes, and these are a few young Jeff employees who are no better than the old guys with slipper shorts hanging.

There are a handful of young people who wear personalities, and when they get off work, they let themselves go completely, and they dare to wear all the fashionable clothes and pants.