Super Detective in the Fictional World

There has been a lot going on at the police station lately, but there have been few urgent cases in hand.

Dustin moved from being the head of the Homicide Squad in the corner of LAPD to the head of the NYPD headquarters, with subtle changes in the functional requirements for the two Lukes.

Prior to his arrival, the quality of the work at the police station was above the standard.

After he arrived, even a Xiao Changcao could achieve excellent results.

Now, there are very few cases he handed over directly to Luke.

Because Dustin doesn't need two people to brush the case as high as he used to.

Fifty to 10,000 cases a year are possible in cases received by the HQ Police Department.

Luke solved more than a hundred cases a year for two people, which would only make the solve rate that high a percentage point or two, but would make them spit blood —— that's Dustin's idea.

He would rather the two Lukes choose their own cases of interest and take fewer cases, so that they could take on difficult cases at any time.

Such cases are not necessarily dangerous, but they must be troublesome, as was the case with the Soderberg family yesterday.

Previously, Luke and his team had handled the Walter attack and provided vital information about D'Amico's downline, which had not taken long to resolve the problem.

Spirit + Wonder, that's Dustin's new position on both of them.

It is a waste of time to devote both of their energies to ordinary criminal cases that never end.

After all, this is New York.

The light was too bright and there was no hard enough backstage, and he feared that Luke and the others would be targeted.

Deputy Commissioner Brad was able to give up the two Lukes without hesitation, but Dustin couldn't resist.

As a result, he consciously controlled the number of cases received by the two individuals, even acquiescing to their laziness from time to time.

Now going to the police station, Luke and I are doing a lot of work just to get acquainted.

People like John and Joe still have to face each other every few days to not play the cloud greeting trick.

They're all old-fashioned detectives. It's hard to promote a relationship without opening their pork cavities, drinking liquor, and yelling at their pig bosses.

Sure, everybody's busy.

Meet once every three or five days, once a week or two, even if it's very diligent and quick, it can be postponed but it can't be lacking.

Just today at the station, Luke greeted several people, and Selena started picking up snacks from the crate of the folding trailer and sending them one by one.

Connie, the little blonde with the blonde hair, looked amazed and picked up a cowhide paper bag from Selina: "Snacks? Did you do it yourself?”

Instead of questioning the two Lukes, she was desperate about the police department's tradition.

None of the detectives in the first line of the police department will make their own snacks and bring in the police department.

Even if you buy doughnuts, it's a box or two, first come, first served, never much.

As many as a hundred "pure buckets” of detectives exist in the police station, even crafted civilians dare not publicly give refreshments because no hundred copies can be stopped.

Even buying doughnuts for delivery is bankrupt.

Luke didn't think, “It's just a cupcake. Selena just happens to have a big oven. ”

He's not lying.

Now, he does this kind of snack almost as much as a regular washing machine laundry.

The difference is that the washing machine has to put clothes and laundry detergent, while the smart kitchen utensils are filled with enough ingredients, and then it's all a matter of pressing a few operating panels.

When the time came, hundreds of little cakes appeared at a time.

Selena, of course, commented on this “automated dim sum” -- Murder's soul.

She couldn't say the exact reason, but if she took a bite, she could tell exactly whether the cake was made by Luke herself or by smart kitchenware.

This batch of snacks, however, can be used at home as a snack for a dog head and can be used as a wholesale gift at the police station.

Just one word - saving time.

Although there are many people in the police station, only 56% of them will come to work in the morning.

Selena is not busy sending desserts.

Most of them were thrown directly to Connie, so that the detective she reminded back could get a snack, just to make sure it was from both of Luke.

Only a small part of it needs Luke and Selena to take it personally.

Javier and Ryan, for example, were a little busy when Luke threw them the cake.

“Staying up late or eating something to sleep on, otherwise it's easy to get gallstones.” He reminded both of them: "One is your team leader, don't eat it all. ”

The two smiled and thanked each other.

Luke looked at them and said, "What kind of case are you working on? ”

The two looked at each other and hesitated slightly or said: "A college girl was killed and died a little strangely. ”

Luke: "With Miss Lindsay and Monroe? ”

The problem was obviously much easier, Javier replied, "Because Lindsay and the victims often volunteer together, and the female college students and Monroe meet. ”

Luke was stunned: “What intersection? ”

This problem got two more people stuck for a moment, and Ryan whispered: “The victim is said to have given some psychological counselling to Monroe or something. ”

Luke looked at the faces of the two: "Wouldn't it be strange if the victim died? ”

“Cough.” A slight cough rang and the three of them flanked.

Javier and Ryan say, "Beckett, you're back. ”

Beckett's face was a little tired, and his business suit was a little wrinkled, obviously overnight, and he hadn't come home to change.

She should have washed her face with a little water bead on her face.

Luke didn't feel comfortable grabbing Javier's cowhide bag and handing it over: "Paper cupcakes, everybody. ”

Javier looked at his empty hands and didn't dare speak.

Beckett picked up the paper bag, and she'd already seen Javier's cake in their hand, and she hadn't forgotten her sight on the table.

Luke shrugged: “I'm not bringing coffee. That's too much trouble. ”

Ryan's much smarter: "Beckett, I'll get you a cup of coffee.” He dragged Javier away.

They have nothing to do with what the two bosses want to talk about.

Unlike Ryan thought, Beckett didn't really care about disclosing the case privately to Luke.

Simply put, by the way, that's all there is to say.

If Ryan had told John anything, she wouldn't have let him go so easily.

Beckett took out the cake in the paper bag and looked at it. He finally couldn't hold it and took a bite.

It has to be said that even if this automated cake in Selena's mouth doesn't have a soul, the nicely crafted shape will allow many obsessive-compulsive choices to taste a little less of it.

Luke is not in a hurry, he is now very idle, and it is normal to take occasional care of someone else's case.

It's important, look at your face!

Just like Beckett looked right at him, he looked right at Beckett.

John wouldn't have been so nice to Luke if he hadn't been a live target.

Beckett eats the cake, or he asks, “Where did you get it? This cake tastes good, next time I can buy some for breakfast. ”

Luke: “Homemade, really want to eat, you can pick it up at Connie's, I put a lot of it there. ”