Super Detective in the Fictional World

If you can't do it, it's useless to say shit. Elsa and Luke have added a few words to their hearts.

After all this nonsense, Luke and the others went on to investigate, and Elsa went back to the station.

But she gave Luke a little help: "Elizabeth and Billy, and Simmons, you can go straight to them if you need help. ”

Of course Luke did.

That's all Elsa has left, so much for support.

The three of them split up.

Luke and Selena went to the second scene.

Another bank robbery, another murder, another robber who died after fleeing to a certain corridor, and the stolen money from the same robbery went missing.

What's even stranger is that the surveillance here doesn't capture how this man died on the run.

Looking at the simple autopsy report at the scene, Luke pulled a chocolate lollipop out of his pocket, peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed it in his mouth, slightly vague: “Except this guy died of a blow to the brain, the two cases are pretty similar. ”

Selena nodded: "Yes, so it's all in our hands. ”

Luke walked around here again this time, getting in the car with Selena and walking to the scene of the third case, a five-star hotel called Colmo.

At the so-called crime scene, a roadside, he nodded when he looked: "At least this case and those two cases should have nothing to do with it. ”

Selena rolled her eyes: “There's a pageant hall here, robbed by a guy who won money. ”

Luke waved, indicating that he could go in, and said, "So, what kind of weirdness would choose to go out with cash? Does he think there are too few robberies in Los Angeles? ”

Selena thought about the informant, and she was somewhat uncertain: "Perhaps he's rich, discretionary, and doesn't care about this? ”

Luke smash it, smash it, smash it. I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

Standing at the hotel's pageant entertainment venue, he and Selena just put on their badges and attracted security: “Detectives, what can I do for you? ”

Luke: “Yesterday, there was a Mr. Jameson who reported being robbed of a 20,000 dollar knife, and we came looking for him. ”

Security sighed and there was some helplessness: “Please wait a moment.” As he walked into the lobby, he found a middle-aged white man screaming on the poker table and said a few words, pointing to Luke and the others.

The middle-aged white man mumbled with dissatisfaction, but got up and walked over.

When he saw Selena, his eyes lit up and he reached out and said, "Ah, hello, Detective. Can you tell me your name? How about dinner after work? Here's my card. ”

Selena calmly picked up the cake in her hand and took a bite: "Sorry, I'm not hungry. ”

Jameson: …

Only Luke took the usual step forward and pulled the card in his hand: "Mr. Jameson, yesterday you reported a robbery, right? ”

Jameson nodded and didn't mind Luke not introducing himself: "Yes, you guys are very inefficient. In New York, I'd have complained to your director a long time ago. ”

Luke didn't move, he kept smiling like that: “Can you tell me what happened yesterday? ”

Jameson was impatient, but not entirely concerned with the money, and quickly told us about yesterday's robbery.

When Luke finished listening, if he thought about it, he said, "So you went out temporarily, with 20,000 dollars in cash, and just walked out, and before you got in the car, you were beaten up in a black cloth bag, and you took your money? ”

Jameson nodded.

Luke looked at his face and said, "But you can still entertain here today, so how did the robbers attack you? ”

Jameson stared angrily at Luke and looked at that calm and handsome face, suddenly a little embarrassed: handsome, he seemed to lose! What are we gonna do?

He strayed from his sight and said impatiently: "It was kicked with a foot. ”

Luke remains patient: “What parts of the kick? ”

He didn't mean to embarrass this Jameson.

In fact, most robberies, without the murder weapon, strike the victims with their fists and feet alone, but instead do not take them lightly, making them blue-faced and slightly swollen.

If you have a gun or a knife, it's either a serious injury (murder) robbery or the victim pays honestly to avoid the disaster.

Most of the robbers in the United States are still more “tacit”, as this is almost a common practice.

People who have not been robbed in Los Angeles are as rare as people who have not been stolen.

Many of the robbers, like employees at work, show up on all sorts of chaotic streets every night.

When they meet a solitary ordinary person, they pull out a "tool” to stop the other person and let them “take care” of cash and watches and cell phones.

Ordinary people in Los Angeles go out, they don't have much cash in their wallets, and scattered bills for $350 are the norm.

Of course, it would be unwise not to bring cash at all.

Ordinary people meet armed robbers, or it's more expensive for him to “take" a twenty dollar knife.

It's better than letting the robbers get nothing out of it and giving themselves a bargain in disgrace.

As a result, many people carry change in order to cope with possible "tolls”.

The robber who robbed Jameson, wearing a black-headed robbery, was a little prepared.

It's a little weird that Jameson doesn't have a scream on his face, he's in too good a mental state, and he can still have fun there screaming.

Jameson hesitated for a moment to lower his voice: “He kicked me in the ass with a few feet. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: “Have you checked? How bad is it? ”

Jameson coughed in embarrassment: "Hotel security took a look, no big deal. ”

Luke said, "No more questions."

Obviously, those feet didn't even count as flesh wounds, and Jameson was in pain.

Nodding, he said, "Well, thank you for your cooperation. We'll let you know if there's any progress. ”

Jameson was surprised: "Ah? That's it? ”

Luke still smiled politely and calmly: "Give us time to investigate, too? After all, Los Angeles is still big, and there's no good security for you guys in New York. ”

Jameson was mute.

He's used to pretending to be in New York, and now he realizes he can't seem to pretend to be here.

Who makes his usual methods impossible to eat in LA?

Luke and Selena went out again and saw a black man creeping into the trunk of a car not far before boarding.

They looked at each other and walked over helplessly.

Two meters behind the black man, or Luke said, "Sir, did you lose your car keys? Do you need me to call the police to open it? ”