Super Detective in the Fictional World

Not only did Claire paint a painting of instructor Harry's accident scene, but he was also treated with "10,000 admirers” when he returned to the police academy.

Now, if instructor Harry hears a cow scream, he will feel uncomfortable.

Although there are no cows in the academy, as long as there is a master of oral skills, the cows will always echo on campus occasionally.

Dinner and chat are not over until late at night.

Luke took a watch like that to Claire before she went to bed.

The little leather monkey was curious to measure this thing: “How come there's no sign? ”

Luke: “I do, and it's not a watch, although it also shows time. ”

Claire said, "Looks good. It's just too masculine. ”

Luke helpless: “It detects and records your body data. ”

Claire wondered, "Why are you giving me this? ”

Luke: "Look what you're lacking, maybe I can make you grow a little taller. ”

Clareton beat him with dissatisfaction: "I'm not short, okay! ”

After that, she couldn't help but ask, “Can you really grow tall? ”

Luke: "It's just a monitor, not a therapeutic instrument, and the doctor has to check it out first, okay? ”

Claire blurted: "Cheating on kids' stuff. ”

That said, she went back to bed with the monitor honestly.

Luke Gual.

The little leather monkey has plenty of strength, but his head is only one meter, six and seven, and Selina is half short, one head shorter than he is.

She always envied Selena's long legs.

Luke was only lucky she hadn't met Vanessa, otherwise she was afraid to be jealous.

The next day, work as usual.

But in the afternoon, Luke got a call from Professor Lawrence Hayes, and he said a few words, and his face grew stiff.

Hanging up the phone, Selena couldn't help but ask, "Is there really going to be another earthquake? ”

Luke continued to drive forward, saying, “Here's what Lawrence predicted. ”

Selena looked out the window and sighed: "I wish he was wrong this time. ”

Luke didn't say anything, just texted Ginny and Claire.

At night, Professor Lawrence Hayes returned home tired.

Today, he searched for all the people he could find, and even used some relationships, but no one dared to help him.

Now he's doing his best.

Even if he knew the disaster was ahead, he could not inform anyone else.

When he walked into the house, he didn't turn on the lights, threw away the satchel in his hand, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a cup and opened the refrigerator.

Then he stood there and wondered what else could be done to warn of the imminent danger.

“How long are you going to stand there?” A mechanically cold voice sounded and Lawrence's hand shook and the cup fell off.

As the shadow flashed and kicked out, the fallen glass gently drew an arc and landed on the table next to it.

Lawrence looked at the man in front with amazement: "Are you... Batman? ”

Luke: “I know you, Professor Lawrence Hayes. You said something you shouldn't have said on TV that day, and now you're on the TV blacklist. ”

“Yes, they don't dare to put me on the air anymore.” Lawrence laughed bitterly and didn't care about the black giant in front of him, grabbing a bottle of wine from the table next to him.

“I've been watching you, and I've heard that your research has produced new results, right?” The black giant said.

Lawrence twisted the cap, frustrated: “In just two days, the big earthquake I mentioned was really coming, but no one was willing to help me. ”

Black Giant: "Do you want to give this message to everyone? ”

Lawrence stood still until he lifted the bottle to his chest and the liquid poured out of the inclined bottle.

Luke kicked the bottle back on the table and said, "I can help you, but will you pay? ”

Lawrence: "What price? I don't have a lot of money, I can get up to 100,000..."

“Have you ever heard of anyone I ask for money from?” The Black Giant waves: “I say the price is: once the prediction fails, you go to jail, and those who suffer the blame will curse you wildly. ”

Lawrence shook his head for a moment: “Since I dared say it last time, I'm not afraid. ”

Luke: "That's because after the last live broadcast, the earthquake really happened, but will it happen again? ”

Lawrence nails down the iron: “The data I collect tells us everything, and it will happen again, and within 72 hours, I'm sure! ”

The black giant silenced for a moment and the dark red lens flashed, finally opening: “So, are you ready to wear something live? I think at least you should change your clothes so people can trust you more easily. ”

Lawrence lowered his head, looked at his wrinkles, and his shirt smelled like sweat, and suddenly he cried: "Wait for me for ten minutes. ”

……

Fifteen minutes later, Lawrence tried to get his stomach shut, restrained his urine, and yelled up, “Can't we just take a cab or something? ”

Luke jumped up again, carrying the buckle on him with his hands, sliding into the ABC TV building not far away in the night sky: "Do you think I can get to the TV station in a cab dressed like this? ”

Lawrence struggled not to look at the streets and buildings that were left to swiftly sweep by, yelling, “I think you'd like to make a call in advance, and the TV station would send a van to swiftly connect us to the studio. ”

Luke was dumb for a moment and said, "Batman is not omnipotent. Next time anyone dresses up like this and goes to publish fake news, do you think people should believe it? ”

Lawrence is not stupid, nor can he be a professor at Caltech, one of the world's top schools.

He just didn't think about it, "How does Batman prove himself to be Batman?"

But Batman mentioned that he was simply a logical analyst, and he knew why this person, who was supposed to be Batman, was reluctant to issue an earthquake warning as Batman.

Though that's easier and easier to trust than Lawrence.

Soon they landed on the top floor of the building of ABC TV.

Lawrence: "What now? ”

Luke: "Go down, find the studio, and we'll put you on the air. ”

Lawrence: "Huh? ”

Is it that simple? You're not kidding! A professor's heart is defamatory, but his footsteps keep up honestly.

Luke didn't have any hesitations, he went straight to some studio.

There is a live 9: 00 pm talk show going on here. The host is a white middle-aged man with a decent face, but very few serious words.

The host of this famous American talk show called Colin.

The talk show, named after him, is also the number one in LA and even in the US.

Even if it's only ten minutes at a time.