Super Detective in the Fictional World

Once in the car, Selena asked Luke to go around to the pastry shop and she paid for today's snack pastry.

The gold nugget nodded satisfactorily and highly praised her consciousness.

Luke took out the phone: “I asked Lucy if their shop was open today. ”

After the earthquake last night, many shops must have been affected today, not necessarily opening doors.

He hung up the phone and stepped on the throttle: “The good news is they're open today. ”

Selena knew as soon as she heard there was something left to say. “The bad news is...”

“Their shop is busy today, and if we go later, we can only buy flour and sugar from the store and go home and make it.” Luke smiled bitterly.

After the ghost butcher's identity stopped moving, his cooking time dropped in a straight line, and he didn't want to make pastries that were too time-consuming.

But today he's going to reward the gold, and obviously he can't make ordinary pastries as a reward.

Lucy was one of the women in the pastry shop they used to go to most often.

This pastry shop is relatively expensive, business is usually not warm, and there is very little need to line up.

But today, Los Angeles still runs its usual pastry shops.

The gold lumped up.

It also held its mouth and was well aware of the gap between the level of the store and the average pastry shop.

It doesn't want pig food at all.

Luke laughed: “Okay. Lucy reserved us a full Tiramisu in the back chef, and she guessed we might need it today. ”

Selena whispered, "Yo, even this will help you think about it. Come on. How many phone numbers has she given you? ”

Luke smiled, “I got her cell phone number just the second time we went, remember? That's when we bought over a hundred pastries from the store and became her big client. ”

Selena is dumb.

He said she remembered.

Even Luke was on a business trip, and she went to the bakery with Luke's vip client. Lucy was as passionate about her as she was.

Whoever makes Luke's three big stomach kings have amazing purchasing power gets Lucy's sales done ahead of schedule every month and gets a great bonus.

Of course, Luke wasn't stupid enough to tell Selena that Lucy had made a few private calls asking him out for drinks and coffee at night.

Mostly he was busy at night, where he had time to get laid.

Driving near the pastry shop, Luke frowned.

Selena also looked strangely at the pastry shop not far away, where it was noisy and a lot of people were running out.

But seeing as they didn't run fast, their faces didn't look like they were particularly scared, and a lot of people were still running and looking back.

Many people even run across the street, stretching their necks to start watching.

Luke looked at the two of them.

“God bless, don't let our tiramisu soak soup.” Selena was a little worried. She had promised a dog a delicious pastry, and she was afraid it would take her a long day to mock her.

Luke: “Though I'd like to comfort you with saying no, it's quite possible. ”

“Phew, phew.” The gold is also a little nervous, which is a bright and honorable reward, endorsed by the Great Demon King himself.

If not, don't go blind. He hung his brains out yesterday.

Luke: "OK, I'm sure today's food will be fine, and this one doesn't have the top burger from INNOUT at noon. ”

He pushed out the door and walked to the bakery.

As he squeezed into the crowd, he saw the crowd surrounding the pastry shop.

They held signs in their hands and said something in their mouths.

In the pastry shop, two female clerks, including Lucy, were talking helplessly and the two leading men.

But the other party was angry and yelled: “You rich people, you eat so much oil, but you don't want to help society, you are all vampires. ”

Luke Moore pulled out his badge and hung it, pushed the group away and walked into the store.

The person pushed away tried to curse something, but when he saw Luke's badge on his chest, he shut up again.

Luke quickly arrived at the store a few times, shooting two people yelling at Lucy.

“What?” the man and woman turned their heads dissatisfied and saw Luke standing behind them with his badge, choking.

Luke: "LAPD, is there a problem here? ”

Lucy's eyes were full of surprises: "Luke, are you here? ”

When men and women listen, they wake up and they say, "Are you in this together? ”

Luke looked at these two with an idiot's eyes: "I'm a customer here. Are you still with Golden Arch and INNOUT? ”

The two of them plugged again.

Luke: "Okay, now I'm officially asking. Excuse me, did these two clerks do something wrong? Did you find the wrong change, or did you give the wrong pastry? ”

Men and women look at each other, or women say: "They refuse to feed us. ”

Luke looked at Lucy.

Lucy and he were quite familiar, and he quickly asked: "No, no, they wanted us to give them the pastries in the store for free, but we didn't get the notice of the free supply, we notified the boss, but she couldn't make it...”

Luke probably understood.

This pastry shop is on a high-end boutique route with not many shoppers and small shoppers.

The store usually maintains two female clerks, and the store manager doesn't exist.

Lucy has been here a long time, has a good attitude, has a high customer rating and is therefore a store manager with no official position.

Luke raised his hand: “Got it. So you two are protesting here because you didn't give them what was in the store for nothing? ”

The men and women screamed angrily: "We've been hit, we need help. ”

Luke looks calm: “Is this a welfare agency? Or a free food voucher church help point? ”

Looking at the silent men and women, he went on to say, "This pastry shop doesn't have much to offer each day, so it would be nice to have a meal for 300 people. You want to feed the affected people in Los Angeles, you can go to those fast food restaurants to protest, and they have 2,000 servings of fast food in each store. So why did you come in here? ”

“You, you wealthy dog!” Woman screams: “You're helping these rich people squeeze us ordinary people. ”

“Yes, you come here often to eat. The pastry is so expensive here, you must be a black cop!” The man on the side hurried to help the cavity.

Luke laughed and pulled a pen out of his pocket, pulling a piece of advertising paper from a pastry shop, and quickly wrote down a few numbers on it, passing it to two people: "This is the complaint telephone of the Internal Affairs Department of the General Directorate of LAPD, as well as the complaint telephone of the Internal Affairs Department of the Western Division, and the hotline number of the General Directorate Sheriff. You have any evidence to complain directly to them. ”