Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke was stunned and raised his finger to himself: "Am I an old friend? ”

Aside from the case, how many words did he say to Margaret? There are about two sentences, "hello”, and three sentences, "byebye”.

Haliguan, black framed glasses can't stop the inspiring look, and her bright red lips soar high: “You don't know her well, but she knows a lot about saving a benefactor. ”

Luke: “It's just work. Let's have lunch. ”

As soon as that came out, he was picked by Harry's eyes again.

Luke was helpless and resigned decisively.

This big beauty is really a little overwhelming.

He wouldn't really care if he switched to that red fruit charade.

In his current appearance, the sister paper he proactively talked to would meet one another three to five times -- again, in a situation where he never punched bars or mixed up entertainment venues.

If he went to those nightlife places more often than usual, the treatment would be three or five times a night.

Unfortunately, Harry's little moves are subtle.

A self-loving man would definitely feel she was implying herself.

And a man like Luke, who was very protective and had the ability to communicate, was very clear that it was just an inadvertent move.

This blonde wave always discharges electricity unintentionally and unconsciously. She is what the Chinese proverb calls a feisty bone.

Plus her open white coat with her skilful, bright little peach suit, big black framed glasses on her face, briefcase in her hand, and the identity of a shrink, it's too lethal.

In exchange for Luke, a false house in the last life, it must be full of banned diseases X, special psychiatric records and other big titles floating by.

Now he doesn't want anything to happen with this guy.

After all... too familiar, sorry to do it.

At 7: 30 p.m., shortly after dinner, Luke and his two were preparing for tonight's event, and one of his phones rang.

When he took a look at it, he found it to be an unfamiliar number, and connected it at random: "Who? ”

His phone is a private number used for work and will be sent to parties, witnesses and informants in certain cases, so this phone often receives calls from strange numbers.

The silent moment on the other end of the phone brought a female voice: "Me, Jessica. ”

Luke stopped, “Good evening, Miss Jones. May I help you? ”

Jessica: "Didn't you want to know about Kilgrave? Come to my office now. ”

Luke: “OK. ”

Jessica was answered and hung up without saying anything.

Luke moped his chin, thought for a moment, and said to Selina, who was looking at the information next to him: "Tonight's operation is suspended. You have a good night's rest. ”

Selena didn't lift her head either: "Which woman is looking for you? ”

Luke: "Jessica Jones, the private detective who likes to hit people. ”

Selena finally raised her head and said, "She figured it out? ”

Luke shrugged: “I don't know. But if there was no new clue, the intelligence there was important and unimportant, after all, Molly had said enough. I'll be back around 10: 00 p.m. ”

Selena glanced at him and said, "Are you sure? ”

Luke Gual: “I'm sure. ”

A moment later, Luke walked out of the house wearing a grey black hooded sweatshirt and a black peaked hat.

Selena watched him go away at the one-sided glass in the living room on the second floor, her eyeballs turned: “Gold, copy the guy out. ”

Lazy, lying on the carpet in the living room, his head leaning against a small pillow in the kennel, looking at one of the dogs on the yellow typhoon, twisted his head: “Ooh? ”

Selena: “He said we could rest, but he didn't say we had to. ”

Golden pieces climbed up, and their eyes glowed green and haunted: “Huh? ”

Selena: "The two of us act alone, the harvest is always open, okay? ”

Looking at a dog with a little excitement, she couldn't help but vomit: “Luke has taught you to multiply the chart for three months, 3515 is still wrong, how much should I pay each time? You can't even count the money. I don't know why you need so much money. ”

Golden pieces shamelessly lowered the dog's head: "Ow!"

Selena hey, smile, rub her dog's head: “Come on, I'm not saying you're stupid, I'm just asking you not to do that. ”

'Cause you're really stupid. It's the same if I say it or not. She silently replenished the knife in her heart, and each dog went to the basement to change gear.

This way, Luke walks fast, crosses four blocks northeast, and walks into an old apartment building near Central Park.

He knows, of course, that the fake name firm is here.

As for the name of the firm, he couldn't say anything: or did this Miss Jones want to tell the client that the firm was just one of her vests?

He walked up to the fourth floor and found an apartment at the end of the corridor according to the number of the door plate. He looked at it and sealed it with a paper case. It was supposed to be the location of the door glass. He nodded in his heart: it was very Miss Jones' style indeed.

Luke knocked twice on the door at random and there was no movement inside.

He's not in a hurry, Jessica's in there, just a little... eroded?

It's the only word that suits this one.

After a moment, he knocked twice on the door again, and the one inside still didn't mean to get up.

Luke sighed and pushed the door open, walking in.

This door is not only out of glass, even the lock is broken, and this Miss Jones is not afraid to be robbed by being touched in the middle of the night.

In the living room that serves as an office, everything is messy and obviously hasn't been packed for a long time.

The only thing that's okay is that there's no leftover fast food trash, so there's no smell of the most disgusting food residue rotting.

The most obvious flavor of wine in the house, the most garbage on the ground is also an empty bottle of wine, and they come from… um, vodka. He couldn't help shaking his head.

And look at Jessica sitting at her desk, holding her head and looking at her notebook, holding a bottle of wine in her hand, and Luke was lazy, walking straight over to her desk: “Miss Jones, you don't seem to be evenly nourished for dinner. ”

Of course, he was being rude, not acquainted, and it would seem like he was being disrespectful.

But for the drunk in front of him, Luke thinks upbringing can be reserved for those who need it.

Jessica glared up and looked at him for seconds and said, "Oh, there you are. Sit down. ”

Luke: “Thank you, I'm already sitting. Now let's get straight to the point, Miss Jones. What do you want to tell me about Kilgrave? ”

Jessica's breathing stalled when she heard it, and the bottle in her hand subsided.