Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke took out his phone and sent two text messages: "We now have specific suppliers of meat and seafood. ”

Selena: “What? ”

“Molly Johnson, that girl from the high school dive team, her dad Richard Johnson, you remember?” He spoke casually.

Selena, of course, remembers that it was because of Molly's case that they found Kilgrave.

Furiously, she also threw it too far into a fold.

“Richard runs seafood in Boston, and most of the cargo goes go directly to major New York restaurants, delivering several cars a day, and the ingredients are absolutely authentic and fresh.” He said, "So all I have to do is send a message to the person in charge of his freezer to stock it up and have someone pick it up. ”

Selena nodded.

They pay as much as they want, Richard won't lose, and at best the people in the freezer will have more work to do.

Richard, whose daughter was saved, would certainly not refuse to do so for nothing.

“Am I driving to get it?” She asked.

Luke shook his head: "Our meat supplier will help. Foggy's parents and brother run a butcher shop in Clinton. I've spoken to them and will order directly from them. His brother will pick up seafood from the freezer by the way, you just have to take a short detour from his butcher shop when you get home. ”

Selena stared: “When did you get this? Why didn't I know? ”

Luke couldn't help but sigh: “How many times a month have you been shopping alone for seafood and meat? On average, on the top of the day, I'll tell you what this means. ”

Selena hey hey laughed up.

Most of the time, she followed Luke to buy seafood and meat.

It's not that she's lazy, it's that she doesn't have confidence in her vision and bargaining power.

At the San Gabriel Valley Seafood Market in Los Angeles, the Chinese owner sells the expensive King Crab, and she remembers it all the time.

She has no shortage of money, but from a young age, family education has told her that this can be done without being pitted or less, or left to professionals.

Luke, of course, is the professional.

Actually, Luke doesn't have much bargaining power.

His favorite place to shop in his last life was the supermarket, where he took a scan code and checked out. Any discounts were marked on the price tag, and no one had to be peeled.

Now he can try to find out the psychological bottom line of most bosses, even if the mind and spirit 40 don't work, with basic psychology alone.

So he became Selena's bargaining bull.

But Luke doesn't care about that kind of money right now.

Fuji's butcher shop, he ordered all good meat, the price was already high, and he gave it 10% more than the market price.

So, when Brother Fuji arrived, he stopped by to help bring back seafood, which is a reasonable thing, and Luke paid the tip in advance.

Money for time is almost an instinct for him now.

Spend a little money solving things, then don't.

He only spent five million last night, finding someone to blame for painting an extra pair of experience points. Today, he gave an extra $200 knife to save him the hassle of running.

He sighed and walked into the interrogation room as Selena happily searched for the ingredients for dinner.

He's better off dealing with this shit today.

Selena usually carries the vast majority of meaningless but necessary conversational communication.

For example, a close colleague says hello. Want to have a little chat? Luke says hello to most of his colleagues, but he doesn't want to talk too much.

And for example, questioning witnesses, there are important things that aren't important, things that don't talk. It's important for him to ask, and all the unimportant and nagging people are Serena to ask.

And to appease the wounded, to stabilize certain bear children, which is of little use to the case, but the trivial things that have to be done, basically, Selena handled.

With a partner like John, Luke was the only one who did it, and he was the least comfortable with it.

So it's really hard to meet a reassuring and uncontested partner.

If this partner range is a detective bureau, Luke can say he can't find a suitable one.

Either they don't want to carry all the chores, or they will do important things with him.

Both ideas, for most detectives, are inevitable and, at best, light.

Selena has no shortage of money, no low position, no career, most of her mind is training, beating people up, eating good food after work.

This is the top aid that Luke has unintentionally cultivated for over a year.

If we have to find Selena a replacement, maybe Elizabeth can achieve 50% of Selena's role in police affairs.

In other ways... Luke couldn't help shaking his head.

It's really hard to find someone who can make him feel comfortable, even if it's just part of the bottom line.

However, the biggest dilemma of the dilemma had been solved, but he needed more time to test his ideas.

Walking to the door of the interrogation room, Javier and Ryan stood there and saw Luke coming, standing slightly upright.

Luke: “How's it going? ”

The two laughed bitterly: "If we continue like this, we won't be able to ask today, it's an unknown number. ”

Luke shrugged: “You can think of something good. ”

The two of them wondered, "What good? ”

Luke: “At least they're my problem first, then yours. And if I can solve their problems, then your problems are not too big. ”

The two of them were so embarrassed, they didn't even turn their heads: So, what's the problem? Whose problem is it?

But Luke pushed open the door to the interrogation room, and the noise came up.

Same as before in the showroom, still a family of three, parents against their daughter.

Monroe, the painter of one of the masters, continued to sit there in the middle of nowhere, just as the three arguing in the house did not seem to exist.

As for the big, beautiful detective Beckett, standing by the door, holding her chest with her hands, standing tall, she was also in the line of neglect.

Three people in the quarrel, who seem to have gone into a state of white heat, have no idea of Luke's appearance.

Luke asked in a very low voice, "What do you say? ”

Beckett's soft mouth rose, but obviously he didn't mean to be happy: "This is a problem. ”

Luke didn't mean it: “It's said that they don't even want John and Joe, and it's impossible not to get in trouble. ”

Beckett nodded slightly: "What do we do? Can I help you? ”

After all, she is a woman, and in this sword-breaking family dispute, she should be better suited to be a pacifist than Luke.

Luke shook his head: “No, wait. ”

Beckett: "Hmm? ”

Luke: “They'll be fighting for another 20 minutes at the most. It's time to take a sip of water. ”

Beckett: …

That's really a solution.

Of course I can't keep arguing when my mouth is dry.