Super Detective in the Fictional World

United States law does not protect the wrongdoer in the event of divorce.

Most of the time, the law tends to protect women, and here, of course, the "wrong side” refers to women.

For many middle-aged men, "ex-wife” is the most destructive weapon.

Once divorced, these men had to carry huge debts in order to avoid the possibility of a two-sleeved wind.

Premarital abortion and divorce bankruptcy are common among men.

As a result, more and more Americans are choosing not to marry, some families have two or three children, and male and female masters remain officially married.

Much of this is due to the fact that the cost of divorce is too high for most people to marry courageously.

Without this protection, the woman's husband would be able to retreat and even reverse her claim for a share of her property.

The alarm rang in her heart, and she shook her head in haste: "No, we just had a mouth angle. ”

Luke said, "I think I just heard you accuse her of attempted murder. ”

His gaze shifted to the slim and petite figure beside him.

The men and women looked at each other and shook their heads together: "No, you heard wrong. We were just arguing, and now it's okay, we're leaving. ”

Luke raised his hand: “That's only with the lady's consent. Otherwise, I have to make an official statement and put your ID on the record to avoid you complaining about NYPD's inaction in the future..."

“It's just a fight. Can we get them out of here?” The petite figure in front of him lowered his head and said a boring word.

Luke shouted and looked at the men and women again.

The pair of men and women were confused: "What's wrong? ”

Luke: "Do you need me to tell you to get out of here and stop wasting the NYPD police force? ”

It took two seconds for both men and women to figure out what that meant to get themselves out of here.

But being tortured like Luke, they don't dare be as arrogant as they were, they're not Soderberg's kind of existence, they don't have the credentials to cheer on NYPD.

When they heard this straightforward rush, they were depressed, but did not hesitate to turn at their feet, leaving the Detective's lobby as soon as the smoke slipped.

Luke raised his hand and said, "Sit down and explain the situation, Miss Jones. ”

Jessica Jones, hearing his voice, couldn't help but look up at his face again and quickly lowered his head and followed him.

At the desk, Luke pulled a chair on the side at random, indicating that she sat down, grabbed a bag of cake from the mouth of the dog hiding under the desk, opened it and placed it in front of Jessica: “Homemade snacks, try it, speak slowly. ”

Jessica stared stunned at the two little cakes that were revealed from the cowhide paper bag.

Luke pulled it out again in the drawer and put a box of milk in it: “If it's too dry, you can have some more milk. ”

Picking up the cake for a moment, Jessica put it back in the bag: "Someone took the initiative to find me and let me help investigate the man's affair. As a result, these two people designed me to show up and try to figure it out for me. ”

Luke: "Huh? ”

Jessica: "As you think, I've investigated that woman, and her husband wants to divorce her, but doesn't want to go bankrupt. ”

Luke: “She's making a big deal out of it. Isn't it the same as losing a case? ”

Jessica: "If that's not the case, she's going to lose, and it's just going to be a sure loss. If she had the brains, she wouldn't be looking for a boyfriend at this critical time of divorce. ”

Luke was absolutely right, but he changed the subject: "Why did they say you murdered? ”

Jessica: "Because I broke their place of love, I guess I broke them with me. ”

Luke was surprised: "Does your firm still have the demolition business? ”

Jessica didn't turn her eyes in anger: “Who made them stink, as if I was filming her stealing something. ”

Luke wondered, "Isn't divorce too small? ”

Jessica: "She was getting a divorce, but she might not get the money. What she cares about is money, and she's not interested in saving her marriage. ”

Luke knew something, probably, and wasn't interested in going into it.

He was more comfortable with Jessica, and this little dispute certainly wouldn't help the men and women: "Okay, that's all right, you can leave at any time. Well, you can finish your meal and go. ”

He ignored her and checked the information on his computer.

Jessica stood up for a moment, took a step and stopped, turning to grab the cake paper bag on the table and walked away.

When her figure disappeared, Selena looked at him in a daze: "This doesn't look so good? ”

Luke shifted his gaze from the screen and smiled at her: if I hadn't been firm on my own mind the last time, someone would have forced me to do it, would I have said something nonsense?

For “naive” Selena, he didn't want to fight either, so let her have fun.

But not far behind her, John squeezed Luke's eyebrows and suggested going to the rest room.

Luke got up and took another bag of cake from the mouth of the gold under the table.

The golden chunk “ooh” sounded, very expressive of dissatisfaction with someone's dog's mouth, and took today's twenty-fifth bag of small cakes out of the box next to him.

Anyway, it's all a mixed-time road load. Take it if you want.

When he got to the lounge, Luke threw the paper bag in his hand.

Already sitting on the couch, John, sighing comfortably, lifts his hand and catches it, opens it and eats the cake without seeing it coming out: "What can I do for you? ”

Luke: “Everyone in the office has one. ”

John's hand broke: “Everybody? ”

Luke: “About 150 bags. ”

John has no words.

There are no more than one hundred and eighty people in this office area, and a maximum of two thirds of them come to the station every day, which is quite enough.

As he chewed the cake, he blurred: “You'd rather open a pastry shop than be a detective. ”

Luke looked at him like a fool.

John is typical of being crude and subtle. Neither big action nor appearance can hide the care of his top detective. From the look on Luke's face, he knows what he's saying is wrong: "Well, isn't it? ”

Luke: “If you hadn't blown up the first floor of Nakatomi Mansion, causing millions of dollars in knife losses, I'm sure Old Man Aoki would have hundreds of thousands of dollars in personal rewards. ”

John whispered: “How did you know Aoki would get a private reward when you were looking to kill some RPG launchers... etc. ”

Luke laughed without saying a word.

John didn't have to say more, he slapped himself in the head and said, “Well, didn't I lose hundreds of thousands? ”

Luke: “You can think of something good. ”

John: “Hmm? ”

Luke: "You can't have NYPD report you to Los Angeles without losing millions of dollars, compared to hundreds of thousands of rewards. ”