Super Detective in the Fictional World

“So...” Selena looked at him.

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "So we stopped looking. ”

Selena: "Huh? ”

Luke smiled softly: "Why don't you let whoever dug this case keep looking? ”

Selena frowned: “Are you sure? ”

Luke: “OK. ”

He's had a clash with the Dogfoot State Police today, and if he keeps looking, he'll have to kill a few black cops directly.

Face-to-face stiffness is too inefficient against the Esworth family to make each other more alert and conceal evidence.

Although he is not a judge, there is no need for evidence to go to court.

But to get rid of the Esworth family in Los Angeles, he can't do it alone.

And he prefers to hide in the dark and create the right moment for action.

……

By the highway, two state police officers found handcuffs keys and opened the handcuffs that belonged to them from the wasteland a few hundred metres away.

Both look at each other and look unsettled.

“Fuxk! Who the hell are they messing with? These two young people are definitely not easy.” Latino state police bit their teeth and rubbed several places on their bodies.

Selena just gave him a few of those on her back.

"Why didn't you put the contraband in the boy's clothes? ”

Latino state police are annoyed: "No. I put it in my pants pocket before I came out... eh”

He paused his subconscious hand in his pocket and pulled it out a moment later, with a small bag of white crystals in his eyes.

White state police stared at him, silent.

Latino state police stunned for a moment and shook their heads: "No, I didn't touch it. Wait, this guy's a thief? ”

White state cop bites his teeth off: "Why the hell didn't you tell me he had superpowers? Under our noses, can he steal it and put it back? My eyes haven't left his hands for a second, okay? ”

The Latino state police are right.

And a moment later, he said, "Carl, if we just put this thing in his pocket, does it work? ”

Carl, the white state trooper, was interrogated.

The answer to this question does not seem to require much thought.

“What are you trying to say? Julio.” Carl asked silently.

Latino State Police Julio hesitated and said, “Those two were perfectly capable of taking our statement, but they didn't mean it at all. And Cole, who left earlier years, looked insane. If this goes on, we're afraid we won't be able to live to get a pension. ”

For a moment, Calume lifted her legs towards her police car.

Julio followed in silence.

The police car started, turned its head and headed north.

It was a while ago that Carl said, "Remember, we didn't meet the target today, and we didn't see their papers. If“ those people "were to be called this again, you know what to do? ”

Julio exhaled for a long time: "I'd rather have prostatitis recur in the hospital than get involved in this shit, whoever likes it! Labor is just a small cop, not an Asworth killer. ”

Karl frowned: “Shut up. Don't mention names, okay? We are us,“ those people ”are“ those people ”. ”

In the car, silence was restored.

At sunset, a police car headed north in isolation.

……

At night, on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, in a warehouse rental place, two men are talking about a lot of material.

Suddenly, the warehouse curtain door behind them was opened.

Both of them changed their faces, and one of the middle-aged men lifted the holster in his waist and was ready to draw.

At this time, the curtain door rose to a high enough height, and both of them saw clearly the person and stood still.

Or did you say, "Batman? ”

Another long-haired man squeezed his eyes, silently retreated, and his hands had touched the hidden shotgun under the table.

“Mr. Cole, you can take the gun out brightly, but don't point the gun at me, Mr. Hart.” The electronic sound of the machine went up, and the black giant walked into the warehouse and pulled down the curtain door.

Xie Ding Middle-aged Hart looked at the long-haired Middle-aged or chose to ask himself: “Who are you? ”

The corners of Luke's mask rose: "You just screamed, but you don't believe it, so it doesn't matter. ”

He threw a big black bag in his hand on the table: "This is what you need. ”

Without waiting for two people to look at the big bag, he went on to say, "The Esworth family you're looking at, it's not as simple as you think. ”

Or Hart says, “What are you trying to say? ”

Luke laughed down: “What I want to say is, they have extraordinary individuals like me behind them. ”

He looked at Hart, who was surprised, and Cole, a long-haired middle-aged man who was still silent, and continued: "This case is not a decryption game, it's a murder game. Once Esworth finds out you want to find out who they are, you're no longer looking for the police, you're talking about the killer, and life is not worth mentioning to them. ”

“Life is a boring process in itself.” Cole spoke in a low tone, seemingly without a slight ups and downs.

Luke looked at him and said, "If you want to die, you can find out the case and die again. ”

Hart looked so heavy: “What the hell are you talking about? ”

He looked at him with a pair of bloody red triangles on his black mask: "He lived like a ghost, afraid of what I said. ”

Speaking of which, once the Luke thing is done, turn around and open the curtain door and disappear into the night.

The two men in the warehouse glanced at each other and walked to the door with the gun in their hand, measuring for a moment or pulling the door back together.

This time, they added a chain to the curtain door.

Back at the table, they both looked at the big black bag.

Colmer unzipped the zipper and revealed a stack of bound printed paper.

He picked up the top stack, looked over a few pages, and focused his face: “This is the way it is, we are investigating in the right direction...”

Hart pulled over, looked at it for a moment, and immediately said, "This is an official document from the police archive. Look at this number. There's information on LAPD and LSPD. ”

Cole did not answer and quickly went through the first pile of documents, muttering: "Not enough, not enough information.” Hand picked up a second stack of documents.

Hart pressed his hand: “Wait. ”

Cole frowned, looking.

“Don't forget, we just got stuck in this warehouse.” Hart cautioned, "Even for the sake of the security of this information, we should change places. ”

Cole was still frowning, obviously reluctant.

But reason told him that the Batman just now didn't look like he was lying.

The Asworth family they're dealing with, they might actually send someone to kill them.

They glanced at each other and picked it up quickly.