Super Detective in the Fictional World

Two Negroes just noticed the attitude of the young man in front of them like a student.

In mid-October, average daily temperatures of 15-28 degrees in Los Angeles dragged their summer tails to the ground.

At this point, New York is very autumnal, with temperatures mostly between 10 and 18 degrees.

People are wearing thick overcoats, like jackets and trench coats, which are hard to wear on the streets in Los Angeles, but are standard for most people in New York.

Luke wore only a long-sleeved T-shirt, and the chest of the T-shirt was tightened by developed muscles.

Looking at the dust on him and the sound of the table tennis smashing inside him, both blacks had to swallow their mouths and spit: this guy, though tender, is a dry, energetic man!

Normally, people who are physically active do not have a good temper.

People who do physical work in the Clinton area have a much worse temper.

Two blacks were caught in a dilemma when their gaze swept wildly between Luke's developed pectoralis major and 80 hammers.

Don't do it, they're embarrassed.

Let's do it, they feel their spiritual lid is hidden and cool again, and it seems like a cold wind is going to blow into the brain from the gap in the skull.

I have to say, they felt a little wrong.

Luke came here to be a cop, and he hasn't taken office yet, how could he have smashed their spiritual lid in the first place?

His gaze was actually measuring the soles of the feet of the two men.

When confronted with a bayonet, throw away the decoration tools and accidentally smash the soles of the gang's feet, which is absolutely not illegal.

And all of a sudden, not far away, someone screamed, "Hey, what are you doing? ”

Now, the silence between the two sides of the confrontation was broken, and the two blacks jumped backwards two meters: “Don't come near me, boy, don't come near me. ”

Luke was too lazy to look at them.

He crossed his head and saw two young white men walking over more than 20 metres across the slope.

It was a young man with short, fat, brown half-haired hair who followed a thin, tall young man with sunglasses.

The fat young man walked this way and raised his volume: "Charlie, Raqqa, what are you doing here? ”

Two black people turned their heads and subconsciously hid their hands behind them with a knife. Their faces ached and their faces cried out: “God, please leave us alone, don't go to my house to nag again tonight. No, it's better not to be in my house for the rest of my life. ”

The fat young man looked right: "But the other day, we finally got you out of the police holding cell. You promised yourself that you would find a formal job, which is a bargain. ”

Luke watched with interest the conversation between the three of them and smiled a little: this young man was interesting.

Being a detective for so long, and having all kinds of abilities, he can easily feel the mental state of most people.

And the short, fat young man in front of him actually had a feeling about lawyer Jennifer.

Comfortable, with clear eyes, he is a typical righteous player.

Shorty, fat young man turned his head to Luke and smiled a little: “Sir, what do you call yourself? ”

Luke smiled back, and the 80 hammers in his hand had been put back by the door.

He ripped off a glove and reached over: "Just call me Luke. ”

The gaze of a young, fat, short man passed in Luke's extended hand, and his heart was clear: this hand, at first glance, is a respectable Sven.

Of course, it's not hard to understand why the Sven are confronted with a hammer and two gangsters.

Doesn't mean Fudge is a baseball player when he's in danger and he's defending himself with a baseball bat.

And he immediately reached out, “Hello Luke, my name is Foggy, Foggy-Nelson. ”

The hands of the two were slightly shaken and politely loosened.

Fuji spoke voluntarily again: "Here's the thing, Mr. Luke...”

Luke: "You're welcome. Just call me Luke, so I don't have to call you Mr. Nelson, right? ”

Fuji nodded decisively, and he looked at this face with a smile, a gentle young man with a smooth eye.

“Luke, let me be honest. These two guys are sixteen years old and fifteen years old, and they're not even minors.” Fuji said to the black boy who showed two facial twists below but dared not leave: “They threatened you with a knife. I saw it. I apologized for what they did first. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: Isn't this old man going too far?

Fuji saw his expression and smiled bitterly: "Although that's a little too much, they didn't mean much. They have so far been released on bail only because of theft and no armed injuries. ”

Luke glanced over at the two black boys and sighed for a moment, coughing softly.

Fogey's attention immediately focused, and he was very good at looking at the color, knowing that it was most likely Luke who was going to make a statement.

Luke: "Are they your brother? ”

Fuji: …

The skinny young man behind him: …

Two black boys:...

In an awkward moment, he shook his head in haste: "No, I don't have any Afro-descendants in my family. ”

Luke's amusement protruded: "Where's my cousin? ”

Fuji: …

Skinny young people: …

Two black boys:...

Fuji grinned, “Luke, I'm not one of them. I was only a lawyer, commissioned by their mother and cousin, to bail them out. ”

Luke glanced at the skinny young man behind Foggy.

Fuji responded extremely quickly this time: “He is my partner and has no Afro-descendants! Well, no cousins of African descent either. ”

Hearing this, skinny young people can't help but twitch: Do you have any Afro-descendant features? What's wrong with your brain circuit?

Luke nodded and retracted his gaze: “You mean? ”

Fuji hesitated and asked, "If you can, they can apologize to you and make some personal compensation in exchange for your understanding, okay? ”

Seeing Luke has no expression, he adds: "I promise they won't harass you again in the future. ”

The two black boys wanted to say no, but saw Fogey turn around and stare at them with a sharp look: "If you refuse, I'll print out a copy of the bill for the last lawyer's fee, and you can consider whether to repay it over a five-year period or a 10-year period. It doesn't matter if I don't understand, I can help you with a repayment plan that tells you exactly how much I need to pay each month. ”

Two black boys, desperate in their faces, all with butterfly knives behind their backs, stood there like they were powerless: “Then take us back to the holding cell. ”

Luke wasn't in a hurry, he measured those two black boys.

Fogey turns around and looks at him honestly: "Luke, they're just kids, give them a chance, okay? ”

Luke shrugged for a moment and suddenly said, “Are they really not your cousins? ”

Fuji: …

Skinny young people: …

Two black boys:...