Super Detective in the Fictional World

Selena looked over, but she didn't find anyone.

Luke was always pointing out, "It's a coincidence that they're both over there. ”

That said, neither of them cared much.

This 50-story tall building is home to over a hundred companies.

Some people don't necessarily see each other even after years of working in this building.

The two teams were working in the same building, maybe dozens of floors apart.

Waiting for the elevator to go up to the 32nd floor, the two of them found a lobby with a placard at the door saying "Despair" - the Monroe Peterson Painting Exhibition.

Luke nodded: “It must be here. ”

The two walked into this place as a showroom, looking at the few audiences in it, and there was another series of struggles to keep it down and yet another high quarrel.

Surrounding the display wall at the door, the two entered the hall and saw the corner against the landing window, the two men and women arguing on both sides.

Well, that's a little ambiguous.

In fact, it was a young girl and a couple of middle-aged couples arguing, and the girl was standing behind a middle-aged man with no margins, but he just looked up, looked out the window, said nothing, and seemed indifferent to the quarrel that had taken place beside him.

Luke glanced at each other and helplessly pulled out his badge wallet and hung it in front of him, walking over.

Or did Luke first say, "Excuse me, who called the police? ”

The middle-aged couple's woman immediately turned her head and said, "What are you doing eating at the police station? I've just sent someone..."

At this point, angry she finally saw Luke's face and suddenly interrupted the complaining that she wanted to pour.

Luke had a slight smile on his face.

This is actually a typical look when he works.

Smiles are neither very friendly, but not alienating, with a polite, gentle, yet not overly enthusiastic attitude.

This smile is like a slightly warm, non-scalding white boiling water, which suddenly lowers the anger of a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged man next to her had better emotional control, and he said, "My wife called the police. ”

Luke nodded, “Is that Mrs. Aurora Soderberg? ”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but nodded: “Yes. ”

Luke followed the process to identify the source before continuing to ask: "Who are the fraudsters you were talking about when you reported the case? ”

Aurora, a middle-aged woman, finally woke up from a brief standstill and raised her finger across the street, almost without thinking: “That's the man, arrest him. ”

What a rich man this is! Luke laughed in his heart and said, "Mrs. Soderberg, this gentleman, unless he's wanted, we have no right to arrest him until a judge issues an arrest warrant. ”

Aurora was choked again and immediately changed her mouth: “He beat me, now you arrest him and wait for the police station to interrogate him. ”

The other girl immediately screamed, “Mom, what are you doing? ”

The middle-aged man next to Aurora also smiled bitterly, pulling his wife's arm and dragging her behind her: “I'm sorry, my wife is a little emotional, but the detectives don't have to worry about her words. ”

Luke still smiles: "Who are you? ”

“Jeffrey Soderberg.” The middle-aged man said, referring by the way to the young girl across the street: “This is my daughter, Lindsay Soderberg. ”

The finger turned slightly, pointing to the middle-aged man behind the girl: “This is Monroe Peterson,“ said to be a painter. ”

In his tone, the second half slightly accentuates the tone, and his expression carries an obvious irony.

Luke said something in his heart: at least this man is not that stupid.

Rich people have a strong position against the police, of course.

But this is just a conclusion from the overall probability.

It is not unusual that millions of rich generations driving sports cars were stopped by small police officers from issuing tickets during the actual case.

The proportion of people in the police community who are not accustomed to being wealthy is not lower than that of the general population.

Even some cops issue top tickets.

That's "Don't you have money? Then make a little more of a contribution to society."

Now, Luke's performance after entering the door has been incredibly clear in “suggesting” that Jeffrey, he's not here to be a fighter for the rich - at least not on this occasion.

That's Jeffrey's idea.

In fact, even if Jeffrey's logic makes him poorer than Luke, he doesn't deserve Luke as a "fighter.”

Jeffrey suppressed his angry wife while saying: "We suspect that Mr. Monroe Peterson used improper means to gain the trust of our daughter and to make her pay for the huge space lease, so we want to go back to the police station with him to investigate. ”

He said that quite clearly.

Instead of being as straightforward as Aurora, it's called "going back to the station together”.

When they get to the police station, they donate millions of dollars a year to do it without having to go through the unspeakable little detective in front of them.

Instead of communicating here and with the two junior detectives, Jeffrey would prefer to deal with the superiors of the police station.

Jeffrey's anger at the man who cheated on his daughter was even more ferocious than his wife, Aurora.

Once evidence had been found, he would not hesitate to send him to prison.

What a shitty painter, what a shitty abstract expressionism, go to jail and spend sunflowers if you can.

Nor did Luke stop that request.

If he insists, he does.

If he doesn't do it, he'll switch to another patrol.

Rich people always find cops who want to be fighters.

He looked at the man behind the girl: "Mr. Monroe Peterson, what do you think of what Mr. Soderberg said? ”

Monroe finally looked over at him and suddenly laughed.

The smile seemed a little empty, like a smile mocking itself at the air: "No. ”

Luke shook his head in his heart.

His mental communication has revealed that the painter's mental state is not normal.

It's insane, but it's not the same as normal human sobriety.

Munro seemed to have half his mind floating in the unknown world, but only a small part of it remained in reality.

Luke doubted that he would replace the question with “You didn't take your pills” and Monroe would say "No”.

He nodded: "Then please come with us to the police station. ”

Lindsay, the young girl in front of Monroe, was in a hurry: "Wait, he hasn't been in a good mental state these past few days, how can he go to the police station? What he needs more is a break, or a hospital. ”

Aurora couldn't help but drink low: “I think he could go to a mental hospital, and I could pay for all the medical bills, until he was cured inside. ”