Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke laughed, "If anything happens, we'll tell the acquaintances at the police station to help them bring the killer to justice. You don't really want to take a gun and crush the killer, do you, Grandpa? ”

Drax looked at his grandson's grinning face and couldn't help but compromise: “Okay. Then Joseph..."

“Let Ferreira take him and watch TV at the hotel.” As Luke said, Joseph was called out.

The little guy drilled out of the room, and his eyes flashed over the color of the inquiry.

He's been in the house watching Luke talk to Drax.

It turns out that Luke ran off and Grandpa stopped being angry immediately.

Luke whispered an OK gesture to Joseph: "Ferreira's here, you watch TV in your room, and I'm going to check it out with Grandpa. ”

Joseph, oh, don't worry.

The grumpy Drax pulled the gun without a word, and the gentle Luke probably wouldn't.

Well, at least that's what Joseph thinks.

More than ten minutes later, Joseph was placed under the care of veterinarian Ferreira, and Grandpa Luke and his grandchildren went out.

Luke sat in the driver's seat, lit up, and sighed, “Did you modify it again? It feels better. ”

This Raptor pickup is Drax's favorite car, and Luke's grandson can handle it.

Robert had played the car twice before, the old man's face pulled the elder, and Robert ignored it intellectually.

Though in a bad mood, Drax couldn't help laughing: “Turns out you can't feel it. You've made progress lately. ”

Luke shrugged: “Now that I'm at work, I drive every day, and I have to add a little something to my car once in a while. I can't make progress without it. ”

Drax slapped him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Well, that's our Coulson boy. ”

Luke laughed without saying a word.

In Drax's three views, men should like cars, guns, women.

Of course, he felt that the importance of the three should be reduced from front to back, in turn.

Car's first, woman last.

Compared to junior high school, Luke now deals with cars and guns every day, and the last woman... well, not much to think about.

Drax was also a handsome young man, and even with a fiery temper, many girls liked him.

As a child of his family, Drax felt that as long as Luke wasn't oriented badly, there would never be fewer women.

Have you had two girlfriends for a long time without seeing Joseph's kindergarten start?

The men of the Coulson family will certainly not be short of women.

Luke, of course, deliberately chatted with the old man about something he was interested in, distracting him from getting angry with the old man.

Stubborn people just don't like it, people say more.

But the old man didn't have any precautions against Luke, and soon he calmed down under Luke's basic hypnosis and psychic communication.

Though still sad about the death of his old friend, he had no idea that pulling out a gun before would do it.

I've heard about Drax's case, and Luke knows there's a big problem with it.

The old man wanted to get himself in trouble with the killer, and he would never approve.

Simply put, Drax and his old friend Bradley are from the same town, and they've been playing big old iron since childhood.

Later, the old man joined the army and went home to marry his wife and son and run the ranch.

And old friend Bradley came to Dallas, mixed the streets and alleyways, became a runaway, played rock and roll, and finally made a fortune, and opened a bar of his own, sort of to change evil.

Bradley had both the means and the skills to be a man, and when he was young, he mixed up a lot of connections among the runaway Hell Angels.

After he opens the bar, he no longer gets involved in Hell's Angel interior matters, but still offers some convenience to Hell's Angel people and keeps the bar profitable.

So, from time to time, there's a small gathering of Hell's Angels in the bar.

The bar, of course, has always been open outside and is not a gangsta.

In fact, it's not surprising that with a history like Bradley's, he's going to die one day, and Drax won't have to help him get revenge.

But last night in that bar, Bradley, the boss with two bartenders, and more than a dozen hell angel members who drank inside, all died.

If it is a gang seeking revenge, it will definitely use cold weapons or guns.

Oddly enough, these people in the bar didn't die last night from either of these things.

Nearly twenty victims, all strange death forms, most of them in their respective positions, look like a sudden pause and suddenly die.

Even weirder, all the victims were blue.

Preliminary autopsies by the police showed that they all died of sulphur poisoning.

Only a large amount of sulphur can cause this poisoning - for example, by burying people in sulphur heaps.

The situation in the bar is not like this, but more like what turned out to be a homicidal maniac or a cult. Normal people don't kill in this troublesome and weird way.

Outside the bar with the yellow warning line, Drax waved to a man in a suit: "Little Jack, come here. ”

This white man, about forty years old, “Little Jack," looks helpless: “Drax... uncle, just call me Jack. I'll call you when I find out about this case. You don't have to run. ”

Drax snorted: "You cops have to follow the rules. The people who do this don't follow the rules very well. ”

Speaking of which, he raised his hand and patted Luke on the shoulder: "This is my kid, Luke. LA Homicide Detective. ”

Looking at Jack's expression, Drax grinned impatiently: "Come on, I'm here with him if he doesn't feel comfortable. He's going to find something, and he's going to tell you that you keep it and go home and think about it. ”

Jack nodded bitterly: "Come on in, don't touch anything inside. The forensics department hasn't finished its work yet. ”

Luke: “Okay, Jack.” Follow this Jack into the bar.

All the bodies in the bar had been removed, but the forensics officers were still picking the lights for a night battle and carefully surveying the entire bar.

With the size of the bar and the number of people moving around, this is necessarily a big project and it would be great to finish in two or three days.

Luke frowned.

This is definitely one of the worst sites for him.

Just a rough analysis, he identified at least 150 people who had been in and out of the scene in the last two days.

These include police officers, forensics, paramedics, journalists and a variety of leisurely people, and the bar itself is very mobile and smells disturbing.

However, Luke has long been accustomed to a sensitive sense of smell.

He simply distinguishes the many scents, picking out some of the deepest ones mixed with sulfur.

These odors may belong to the deceased so that they can mix their own odors with sulfur.

After a while, he looked at Jack and said, "Are you sure there were only eighteen victims? ”