Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke smiled back at his phone: Looks like the takeout is flying today.

Said sorry to the two girls, he pulled his legs and left.

Tall picked the girl and said, “Hey, you're almost there. ”

Luke was helpless: “It's urgent, I can't wait...”

Speaking of which, he suddenly paused, pulled out a business card in his pocket and five hundred dollar bills: “Nikki, call me later and I'll send you the order. Please order for me. I'll pick it up later, okay? ”

Nikki, the tall girl, had not answered, and was stuffed into a few hundred dollar bills and business cards, and then saw Luke fly up to the SUV next to him and quickly leave.

“Hey, you...” She raised her hand and tried to greet Luke, but found that SUV had made a turn around the intersection and could no longer be seen.

After a moment of inactivity, she looked at her partner's black girl: "Monica, does he... believe us too much?” The sight of both girls fell on the 500 dollar knife.

Monica hesitated and cautioned, “Didn't you just say that if you feel comfortable with him after the conversation, call his phone number? ”

Nikki tangled: “That's not the way it works. It makes me feel like a takeaway guy. ”

Monica cautioned again, "But they're waiting for you to call and tell you about the delivery slip. ”

Nikki stunned, pulled out her phone and started dialing.

Monica turned a big white eye: You're so talkative, you must have delivered yourself as a takeaway right away, right? No, take-out is chargeable, you're afraid you'll have to reverse the fare.

Luke just said a few words and thanked Nicky again, saying he hung up when he got back in half an hour, and then had the system send him a "takeout list”.

Nikki over there looked at the "takeout list” and looked at the money in her hand and suddenly felt that it wasn't too much and probably not enough.

The diner over there has asked the two girls, "What do you want? ”

Nikki went forward and handed over the phone: "You start by calculating the total price according to this list. ”

The orderer was a little surprised, but responded by putting his phone next to the register to begin the calculation.

Looking at the number of meals, she couldn't help but ask, "Guys, what are you really going to do? ”

Monica said decisively: "Friends asked us to take it with them. ”

The orderer thought the answer was reliable. He continued to bury his head and said, "Are you guys having a grade party? Fifty people have eaten a meal. ”

Nikki and Monica looked at each other, and Monica said, “... probably, yeah. ”

After a moment, the diner looked up and said, "Four hundred and ninety-three dollars and five. Are you sure that's what you want? ”

Nikki nodded and handed over the hundred dollar bills in her hand. Fortunately, the money was enough.

When she saw that “take-out list”, she was afraid she would go bankrupt.

Strangely, however, she was afraid that the money was not enough and had never thought of buying less or not, as was Monica.

……

Luke didn't feel guilty.

He had just moved, using psychic communication, while also experimenting with the effects of the lower primary pheromone manipulation.

But Nikki and Monica also whispered that if you look at him, ask him for his cell number.

The three of us had a great time just now, and I thought she'd ask for a cell phone number.

And Luke usually refuses to ask for this kind of beauty.

His personal number is actually very hard to get.

If it's business, you can only get an office phone number.

And his private number was divided into two parts.

The first is dedicated to family members and particularly acquaintances, which are small, at least old colleagues like Dustin, Elsa, Elizabeth, or more acquaintances like Ginny and Elena.

The second is for those who have a personal relationship, but are not that familiar.

Old Aoki, old Willand, Jennifer Perry, Sheila, etc.

Since he asked Nikki for a favor, it was personal, of course, and he gave it a second private number.

Private numbers are easier to reach than office numbers, or get a personal response from him.

With the number of people Luke has been in contact with for more than a year, he doesn't have that much time to answer everyone's calls.

Most people's calls are automatically directed to the message, and he only responds selectively.

Similar calls like greetings or nothing to look for are simply ignored.

From that point of view, Nikki made a good deal.

Determined that his family's lunch would not be lost, Luke for distraction also pulled out the situational map of where the shoot-out had taken place.

It's not unusual in the last life.

Every moment Luke came to New York and drove out with his car, he enriched the puzzle of this New York reality map.

But here he drove only twice, and the shootout took place not on the street he had passed, but on the smaller street in the narrower residential building behind him.

By then, the scene had arrived, and he pulled over and pushed the door out of the car.

Measuring the people around him, he found a lot of people looking at the five or six floors of the apartment building next to him.

He quickly walked into the apartment building door, handed a thin chain between his necks, and revealed his badge leather in his chest.

This is an old apartment building with a small piece of staircase that swirls behind the hall.

Luke moved up quickly in his footsteps, and his ears heard the vague talk upstairs.

For a moment, he frowned.

The suspect in the shootout did not appear to have left and was upstairs talking while turning the case down.

In sporadic terms, they could feel less cautious than criminals who shot in downtown New York. Instead, they were a little unscrupulous, with a population mentioning the term "performing official duties”.

Luke went up to the sixth floor and took a small mirror at the bottom of the stairwell. Little steps rushed to the sixth floor, straight to the end of the aisle.

Even in order to keep his footsteps quiet, his progress was considerably limited, but he appeared silently in front of the 6D apartment door at the end of the tunnel in less than three seconds.

A middle-aged man in front of the door was holding a gun, just trying to turn around, and suddenly he felt his neck tight, and a cold thing was stuck in his back of his head.

He was shocked, but couldn't scream, and the hand on his neck pressed him so he could only try to breathe.

Luke caught the man and frowned, dragged the man in front of him and retreated several meters back.

And then he was watching in room 6D at the end of the tunnel, listening to the conversation in room 6B next to him, whispering, "Who's in the room? ”

The middle-aged man with his gun to his head felt a little loose around his neck and finally made a sound, subconsciously asking: "You, who are you? ”

But middle-aged people are funny and their voices are just as low.