Super Detective in the Fictional World

Speaking of which, Robert glanced at the three Catherines not far away and shut his mouth.

Luke also implicitly did not take up the subject again.

The next morning, Luke's phone shook up.

He glanced at the number, dropped the tools and semi-finished equipment in his hand and picked up the phone: “What's wrong? ”

Selena's voice came in, and she whispered, “Something's wrong with the knife. ”

Luke: "Hmm? ”

“When we fell asleep last night, it ate all the barbecue I had brought back, and then opened the fridge, eating everything inside clean, even in the trash can.” Selena spoke quickly.

Luke squinted, “How's it going? ”

Selena grinned. “I don't know. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, except that it stinks of food residue. ”

Luke silently said, "So, when we get back, we can take it with us, and we can go back to Los Angeles and take it to a big pet hospital if there's a real problem. ”

Selena was surprised: "What?” She didn't want to do that.

Luke smiled softly: "Let it go with you, will you? ”

Selena hesitated: "I'm afraid it's going to get unbearable on the plane. It's getting old. ”

Luke: “Then just drive back and let it sit in the back row. ”

Selena: “Okay. ”

Luke: “You keep an eye out for it for two days. ”

Next, the last two days of quiet vacation are over.

Luke's last morning, carrying his own backpack, went downstairs to bid farewell to his new family.

Robert and Catherine didn't say anything, and Claire and Joseph were in love.

This time Luke came back too short, and both the little ones didn't mean enough.

Laughing to comfort the two, Luke took Catherine's breakfast and left.

Got Selena, he waved goodbye to Sandra on the porch.

On the morning highway, one car, two people, a dog, drove out of town.

On the way, Luke was in the front row, staring at the knife lying honestly in the back row: "This knife, he ate so much, didn't he poop? ”

Selena froze and remembered for a moment, stunned and replied: "I... didn't notice. ”

And for a moment, she hesitated, “It seems, too, that it seldom pees. ”

The knife in the back moved its ears, or lay still.

Luke nodded and didn't say another word.

Walking northwest, two men and a dog returned to their homes in Los Angeles before midnight.

When he got home, Luke took the knife into his basement.

There's an instrument he used to physically test himself and Selena, and now he can use it for the knife.

He's not a veterinarian, but he can detect basic physical data and compare it again.

Soon the knife was completely tested and Serena's hand was licked again there.

It's hungry again.

“Is there anything wrong with it?” Selina was worried all over her face.

Two days later, the knife turned into a big food, eating wildly at home.

At Luke's reminder, Selena herself secretly went to buy a lot of goat's milk and dog food to fill it up.

Just on the way over, the knife once again cleaned a large barrel of sheep's milk and a bag of dog food.

Luke looked at the test data and shook his head: "Although some of the data are abnormal, its vital signs are stable. ”

Even too smooth!

A beautiful knife is a 12-year-old dog, a human being, an old man almost seventy years old. It's really unscientific to jump so alive.

Luke made several phone calls, pulled the dogs from the police database, looked at the data on the knife, and said casually: "Take it up, I'm busy here for a while. ”

Selena, um, said hello to the knife and left.

Luke stays alone in the basement and continues to work.

Along the way, Selena reminded him to go to bed early, and he answered and was still working.

Before nightfall, Luke rubbed his forehead.

Something's wrong with the knife.

Not too bad, but too good.

Looking at the data, he called Bobby again and asked him to come by his house tomorrow.

Bobby hasn't returned to Prosperity Town since his last return.

Just let the trainer take a look at the knife.

After all, Bobby has been a trainer for over a decade and is best at training dogs and chimpanzees.

Since he needs training, he is also familiar with the breeding and has a good understanding of the situation of dogs.

Back in the living room, Luke walked to Selena's door.

The knife at the door opened an eye, glanced at him and closed his eyes to sleep.

Luke looked at this guy for a moment and sighed in his heart: I hope it's not a bad thing.

He turned to his room and took a bath break.

The knife looked in his direction again and changed into a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

The next morning, Bobby came to the door.

Luke, already waiting, welcomed him into the backyard and called out the knife.

“You see, it's in good health.” Luke said.

Bobby didn't ask much either.

He's used to being offline with this boss.

What better way to treat a dog than to crash into a ghost? This is what he used to be.

Looking at Luke's eyes, he shook his head helplessly: “No problem. Isn't he old? As an old dog one day, it's healthy, and living another three or five years is no big deal. ”

Luke squinted his eyes for a moment and said, “You try to communicate with it, like you did with your doctor. ”

Bobby's face changed slightly: “This...”

Luke: “Try it. ”

Bobby hesitated for a moment, still squatting, holding the head of the knife in place, and looking into his own eyes.

A moment later, he was shocked.

Shaking his head, he looked at the knife again, and a moment later he stood up: “Boss, you dog... I can't communicate. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: "Hmm? ”

Bobby chose the words, "I can sense a little emotion from its movements,“ and "communication" was separated by something. ”

Luke understands that the knife is emotional, but Bobby's mental communication is unrecognizable.

He nodded slowly: "Okay, it's okay. I'd like you to go on this trip, please. ”

Bobby shook his head quickly: "No, I've been fine. ”

Luke thought about it, and he said, "Is Chris going to start work? ”

Bobby nodded: "Yes, I've been trying to call you for two days. The FBI has informed Chris that the mine can be lifted in up to three days. ”

Luke looked at him and said, "Tomorrow you'll be there. Keep staring. You all right? ”

Bobby stood still and laughed: "I'd love to. ”

It's a gold mine.

Luke sent him over and told him the scope of his work, which was to guard against people moving the mine.

His annual salary was close to $100,000, and Luke sent him there, certainly not to waste that large salary.

Considering that the gold mine had its own shares, though converted to just a few thousandths, Bobby had to accelerate his heart beat.