Super Detective in the Fictional World

Of course, old gas bars like Walter don't give up easily.

He had a hundred ways to spend Luke two people in the process, and the last credit had nothing to do with Luke two.

Therefore, in the face of Dustin's sand blending, he was not panicking or acting at his established pace.

The old lady was excited to talk to Walter, and there was a man walking out of the firm not far away.

He turned around and saw Luke, and this guy was stunned: "Luke? You are...”

Luke walked over with a smile and whispered, “Good morning, Foggy. I'm working here. ”

Fogey looked at the two Walters over there and instantly saw the badge on their chest. He looked at Luke again: “You too...”

Luke smiled and picked up the metal thin chain in his jacket and revealed the badge wallet: "We can get to know each other again. Luke Coulson, a rookie detective just arrived at NYPD yesterday. ”

Fuji opened his mouth: “You? Detective?”

Fogey is a lawyer and a native New Yorker who certainly knows a lot about NYPD.

In his sense, while Luke is mature to speak and do things, it's more like the fruit of tutoring, less than twenty years old in real life.

The NYPD is under the age of twenty and is a new police officer (PoliceOfficer), not to mention an old oil department like the HQ Police Department.

Luke Gual: “Most of your classmates are still interns at law firms. You own a law firm, don't you? ”

Fuji smiled bitterly: "Okay, no kidding. Luke, what can I do for you guys? ”

Luke's brief remarks illustrate the situation.

Fogey frowned: "You're just looking for clues, not necessarily helping Elena solve the current difficulties? ”

Luke sighed, his eyes showing Walter over there, and his voice was even lower: “I was sent to the case when I was working today, and that Sergeant Walter was the one who solved the case, so you know. ”

Fogey, think about the detective on Luke's badge, think about Walter's rank, and there's nothing more to say.

Just like an intern at a law firm, it's impossible to instruct a senior partner at the firm to do something.

A little detective is certainly not qualified to instruct the inspector on what to do with the case, don't say Luke is new.

Luke looked at his face and went on to whisper, "But if you find anything, it's better than letting Elena end up with a" decoration dispute, "right? ”

Fuji's heart moves: “So...”

Luke smiled and patted him slightly afraid of his shoulder: "You can go over there and talk to Inspector Walter. I haven't even spoken to him in five minutes. ”

Fuji couldn't help but laugh: You new guy, you're so new!

But Luke's attitude made him feel better.

This young man, who made him look very eye-catching, certainly did not have the hypocritical dogma that he hated, but also had his own principles in mind.

A principled person is always more likable than a wallgrass without a bottom line.

Luke wasn't betraying Walter either, because Elena had nothing to do with Walter, and he was investigating the bombing, not the little case where Elena's house was destroyed.

Old Lady Elena called the police and concluded that the "decoration dispute” was in the 15th Precinct.

The old lady did have to thank Walter for a lot of things, so she could at least look forward to overturning that 15 division conclusion.

Fuji is not stupid, and no one who can be a lawyer is stupid, otherwise he will soon be eliminated.

After a few steps, he cleared up the key points in Luke's intelligence disclosure, walked past with a smile on his face, and started helping old lady Elena to flank her.

In fact, on the night of the bombing, Foggy also found Elena's house for the “decoration dispute", and the explosion occurred as we were talking in the house.

Sober and well-spoken, Fuji is a more qualified client than the old lady, and he is the only one to notice some details.

Walter was afraid of trouble, didn't want to talk to the little lawyer, but he talked to Foggy and was attracted to the information he revealed. He couldn't help but ask and leave the old lady alone.

Luke didn't come forward either, he just gave Selena a gesture so she could call herself something.

He took a few steps to re-enter the Nelson-Murdoch law firm.

Now, taking a closer look at this so-called law firm, he shook his head: the entrepreneurial path of these two young lawyers seemed to encounter the most common and biggest problem at the beginning - money.

Money, for most people in the world, is always a big problem.

Two young lawyers stand on their own doorstep and take up a large number of cases against the poor during the most needed entrepreneurial phase of earning money.

The only cases where the poor can earn large sums of money are essentially claims for bodily injury. —— New York Metro and billboards are filled with 888 phone numbers and two smiling lawyers specializing in the business.

These two young lawyers did not take up the kind of work that would cost them a fortune.

Their current case is not so much about obtaining new work visas for some foreign workers, or mitigating punishment for the poor who cannot afford to pay the fine and do not want to go to jail, or helping the old lady Elena negotiate with her landlord to restore the house to its original condition.

Nor can they afford a hundred dollars an hour of attorneys' fees, and they only pay two young lawyers for cheap food and fruit.

These things pile up around the corner of the room, but that's not much, up to two days for three people in this law firm.

Well, with an attorney's appetite, maybe up to two meals. After all, people who like to work hard will always consume a little more.

That blonde Karen noticed him.

Luke's appearance here, like hers, is hard to ignore.

She glanced and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you? ”

Luke laughed, “I'm a friend of Foggy's, but I haven't been to him yet. Do you mind if I take a tour? ”

Karen smiled embarrassingly: "Yes. But... there are only three rooms here. ”

Luke glanced and shrugged: “It's never easy to start a business. Leave me alone, I'll take a look around. ”

He walked up to the door of the room, which was supposed to be the offices of the two lawyers, and looked inside randomly.

It contains two desks full of documents and a large file cabinet, followed by a very antique computer connected to an equally ancient printer.

Looking at all the old scratches on that printer, Luke thought the printer might be as old as Claire.

On a table, a pile of scattered envelope paper is familiar - most Americans are familiar with it.

They are reminders from various companies.