Super Detective in the Fictional World

Based on the thickness of that stack of reminders, Nelson-Murdoch must have a lot of things in arrears, like utilities, telephones, rent, storage, etc.

And apparently food and fruit cannot be used to pay the bill.

Luke shook his head and left the door.

That Miss Karen was obviously very concerned about his behavior.

He was afraid that as soon as he walked into the office, this one would rush over and stop him.

Turned to the other side, obviously a small room in the apartment kitchen.

Apart from some used cup utensils, there's hardly anything in there, even a little coffee stain in the coffee maker, which hasn't been used for at least two days.

It's not because Miss Karen is lazy.

Even coffee powder has only one empty bag thrown in the trash can, so this machine can't be used to burn tap water empty.

What's more, it's already 10: 00 in the morning, and there's only Foggy and Karen at the firm, and that lawyer Matt hasn't seen anyone yet.

What do you think of this fight? It's going to be a street fight! Luke sighs.

The world wants to be a good person, do something good, it basically only costs money, of course it's hard to have money.

I looked around, and Walter's voice came out the door: "Go, Luke. ”

“Here he is." Luke answered, smiling at Karen again and walking out of the office.

Turns out Foggy's still outside the door, talking to Walter about something.

Walter was a little impatient, but I just learned a lot from him, and it wasn't easy to flip his face, and he had to, um, punch so-so eyes.

As soon as Luke came out, he said, "I'll let you know about Elena. Don't be too impatient, young man.” Clapping Foggy's shoulder flashed.

Luke blinked at Foggy and went downstairs.

Fuji looked at several people walking up the stairs and exhaled: "I hope you find something. ”

Behind him, Karen popped up and said, "Is that Luke the new neighbor you're talking about? ”

Fogey: "Yes, just across the street from us, at the renovation house the other day. ”

Karen: “Why didn't you say he was a detective? It's too young. ”

Fuji: “We just met the other day, and we were in a hurry to work, and we didn't have time to talk to him, but I think he's nice. ”

Karen hesitated, or whispered, “But why do I think he looked in the house like he was watching a crime scene? ”

Fogee: "… the crime scene is a CSU matter, Karen. ”

Karen stared at him funny: “I know, I'm just saying he's like the kind of detective who showed up at the crime scene. It's the kind of eye visit, the way you measure the details. ”

Fuji stall: "Okay, so what do we have here? The two fighting motorcycle parties outside have slipped away, leaving only one woman with an expired visa. ”

Karen plug.

Fuji asked, and all of a sudden she didn't seem to think of anything to admire about this shit.

Except... herself?

But the young man and she looked at each other in a normal way, not as much as most young men did when they met beautiful women, turning their bodies left and right and sneaking out their eyes to watch her move.

Why would Karen know? Because she's been peeking at that young detective like that.

Thinking about it, she sighed: “I've been thinking too much. He says he's your friend, but he's never been to the office, so he wants to look around. ”

Fuji slapped his forehead: "Oh, my God, he didn't come into my office, did he? My desk is full of reminders received these days. ”

Karen: “He didn't go in, he just looked at it at the door, and he probably wouldn't know we were in an awkward situation. ”

Fujimori shook his head for a moment: “I'll try to find a big client, at least enough to pay off the two months' arrears, so we can have more time...”

Karen nodded bitterly and went back to her desk in the lobby.

Looking at these “clients” in the room, she muttered: "I want to find a big client in there," which is about as likely as these “clients” will be tomorrow with a 758 million medallion medallion.

This way, Walter downstairs just said, "Ask Serena about it later. You go back and visit the victims of the two bombings and see what they have. ”

Luke: "Sir Cobb, it's a little rude, but I still have to ask, where are you going to wait? ”

Walter looked disgusted: "Do you want to be my boss? ”

Luke wasn't impatient, he just said, "I'm just making sure, Officer Cobb, that you're not on your own in the Clinton area. After all, my greatest duty is to ensure your safety here. ”

Walter looked even more unhappy: "Do I need you to keep me safe? ”

Luke's face is as usual: “Elsewhere, of course, it's not necessary. But here, even if our sheriff acts alone, he cannot guarantee his own safety. ”

Walter moved his mouth without saying anything right.

This is a fucking Clinton Zone. It's called Hell's Presence.

When Luke said this, Walter suddenly came back to the smell: did Dustin let Luke follow him, not necessarily to take credit, but perhaps to keep himself safe?

This is a dozen monsters in front of you.

For a moment, he nodded, “Richie and I are going to check the police station, okay? ”

Luke: “That's fine. If you need to come back here, you can call me anytime, Officer Cobb. ”

Walter hummed twice, opened the door and got in the car: "A lot of things. ”

Ricky had a “Ain't no help” look at Luke, and he still had a crush on Luke.

Most people who have interviewed Luke don't hate Luke.

Walter's attitude toward Luke is obviously due to Dustin's modest relationship with Luke himself.

When the car started, Walter suddenly dropped the window and said, “Come out and do something, don't be so rigid. Call me by my name, okay? ”

Luke Gual: “Okay, Walter. ”

Walter looked away, waved his hand, and Ricky drove off.

After a moment, Ricky suddenly laughed: "Boss, this new guy is very diligent. ”

Walter looked in the rearview mirror, and Luke, who had already followed him, hummed: "Drive your car. Cut the crap. ”

Richie laughed even louder: “Boss, don't hang on. This guy is very likable. Much happier with him than with John's dog shi. ”

Walter couldn't help but rub his forehead.

If you don't know the product, you're afraid of comparing it to the product.

Compared to Luke, that John of his own is a dead man.

Just figured out what Dustin meant, he was a little surprised, but suddenly he was jealous of Dustin.

A man who can fight like John and execute his orders well, that's perfect.