Super Detective in the Fictional World

Nicky slowly turned around and went back to the right way: "You're right. He didn't even call me once, and I called him twice, and all I got was a busy job. Now he has time to go shopping with the girl. ”

Monica was surprised: "Have you called twice? I haven't fought once. ”

Nikki: “Are you happy? ”

Monica was helpless: "You had a little fantasy before, but I knew from the start that he didn't have feelings for me. Am I not worse off than you? He hit a home run from the start. ”

Nikki: "Hmm? ”

Monica: "Yeah, I'm the baseball player. He pulled me off with a stick and didn't even get a chance to get back on the field. ”

Nicky opened his mouth and the metaphor of his girlfriend was irrefutable, much less consoling.

“Well, let's go buy Christmas presents. Not all good-looking guys can be friends. He and we probably only ran into each other two times.” Monica pulled Nikki forward and comforted her one more time.

During the conversation, the images of the two women were also sent into the crowd.

……

Unlike Elena's previous "misunderstanding," Luke actually took her on a tour of New York City this afternoon.

After leaving Times Square, they went to NYPD headquarters to see where someone was working and fighting.

Then, they went smoothly to the Brooklyn Bridge and headed southwest to the mouth of the Hudson River to see the Statue of Liberty on Freedom Island far away.

They are not on the island, it is not very nice to be on the island today, we will have to wait until the weather is clear to play.

By 5 p.m., Luke returned Elena to the school dormitory.

However, after parking in the parking lot, not far from the back door, he snuck into the academy, taking the opportunity to greet her and a young security guard.

Parander Arts College itself does not have very strict attendance requirements, and with Christmas approaching, the vast majority of students leave school early.

Like Elena's roommate, she didn't know her boyfriend was on vacation for a long time, and she wouldn't be back for at least a week.

A moment later, Luke finally stepped into Elena's dorm.

Previously, sister Claire went to South Carolina, and he just looked around the dorm and didn't go to her dorm.

So this is his first time in a dormitory for a college girl.

Parander is not a very famous art school, the house rules are also not very strict, the decor decorations in the dorm are quite distinctive, and the house is full of strange things.

Elena's roommate is a New Zealand girl who loves "making friends” and rarely goes back to her dorm.

Now, this double dorm is almost Irena's private space, and the roommate just occasionally comes back to sleep one night, or one day.

Using a sensitive olfactory analysis for a moment, Luke stopped worrying about his mild cleanliness episode.

Elena, this dormitory is a better place to live than a regular dorm, one room for two, one bathroom, and it's quite convenient to take a bath.

But this is not a privilege, as the price of this dormitory is more expensive than ordinary dormitories.

Luckily, Elena came here with a scholarship, and here at the school she was also an honorary student, with a partial waiver, not much more expensive than staying in a regular dorm.

Coupled with meeting a roommate who barely went back to her dorm, she lived in a much better neighborhood than a 1000 + house a month in New York.

This is New Jersey, of course, not on the Manhattan River, and the rent isn't that high.

While Luke was visiting the dorm, Elena had already taken off her coat, worn only thin sweatshirts and jeans, and flipped a bag out of her locker: "Want some? ”

He looked back and laughed: “Sure. ”

Elena also smiled and opened the coffee bag in her hand: "Have you tasted the same? ”

Luke: "Hmm.” Her gaze fell on her.

She was skilful, not too quick, and looked at herself with pleasure.

Suddenly, she looked at him on the side and said, "Why aren't you talking? ”

Luke sat in the chair in front of the window, laughing: "I remember when we first met. ”

Elena: “What is that? ”

Luke: “I remember the third night you offered to invite me for coffee. ”

Elena snorted, couldn't help but laugh: “You remember this! ”

Luke shrugged: “It was my first trip abroad, and it was the first time a girl had invited me for coffee, and it was really memorable. ”

Elena couldn't help laughing, grabbing something from the side and smashing it at him.

Luke grabbed this thing and measured it in his hand. He said, "You haven't finished growing up for a long time. You're still growing up! ”

Elena slapped him and turned a blind eye to someone playing with their personal clothes.

Just joking and waiting for the hot coffee to come out, the two of them sat by the window holding the coffee.

Elena's habits remain the same.

A chair, a small round table right in front of the window, this must be where she drinks her coffee in the bedroom.

There are a few more books on the side shelf.

There are art journals, literary writings, there are... hmm? Detective novel.

Elena sitting on her lap, he took the detective novel, "Derek Storm, you still read this? I remember you didn't like that well. ”

Elena looked out the window into the darkening air, falling down the growing snowflake, and smiled softly: "Because I wonder what your job looks like. ”

Luke plugged the novel back: “The main character of the book is a private detective, and I'm a detective. ”

Elena was confused: "Aren't they all solved? ”

Luke: "We can use guns to arrest and interrogate suspects in custody, and private detectives don't have that right. However, if you feel that you can see it as a pastime, it's not entirely irrelevant that both jobs look for evidence. ”

Elena just, uh, sounded.

The windows are thickening at night and the bedroom is warm as spring.

It's early in the winter in New York, and all the street lights are on at 7: 00.

Jameson, the new Paland College security guard, is walking on campus helplessly.

Old security retired due to illness, and he was just recruited for a few days.

Christmas approached and the night shift inexplicably stayed with him for three days in a row.

As a newcomer, he could only accept and comfort himself in silence: he had no girlfriend, his parents were home, and overtime earned some money.

And it was only late at night, the walkie-talkie rang, and another old security guard on duty at the main gate told him brightly to go out and patrol.

Jameson hesitated for a few minutes in the warm security room, or had to get dressed and come out of it, who made him a newbie?