Super Detective in the Fictional World

Harry stared at the sister, watching her expression and her subtle limb movements: "Elena's a good shot with him, so you want a boyfriend, too? ”

Margaret had to think about it for a moment and shake her head less firmly: "No, no. I just thought he was nice and I felt happy with him. ”

Harry frowned, which is a bad answer.

Her sister was pure, but decisively scared the life out of her.

Last time Margaret married William Johnson, the whole family didn't know.

It wasn't until she found Harry herself for help that Harry knew she was married and that the unmasked "brother-in-law” was dead.

But what can we do about it?

People who learn art, emotions don't make sense at first.

“Oh.” Harry just responded faintly, changing the subject immediately: “How was that show this afternoon? ”

Margaret's attention was immediately diverted, excitedly: “Sister, two of Monroe's paintings are in sight, and the price is very high. ”

Harry said softly, “How high? ”

Margaret: "One million two hundred thousand crying girls, one hundred and eighty thousand split spacetime. ”

Harry said, "Lindsay did a good job. ”

Margaret's confused: "Ah? ”

Though Lindsay hosted the exhibition for Monroe, the painting sold at a high price, shouldn't it be a good painting for Monroe?

Harry is not interested in explaining to this simple sister what “TO” is and what the operation is.

For this sister, who is worth more than 100 million dollars, painting is simply art and has nothing to do with these business operations.

But for Harry, the news had a little impact.

The other day, two paintings, allegedly by Monroe, had been handed over to Harry as a personal gift.

Although not these two, she can imagine that the “pricing” of Monroe's official work is at least a few hundred thousand dollars.

Those two are still in the exhibition, and the starting price is a million dollars.

Lindsay's a pretty smart buyer. Harry had a slight flurry in his heart and soon disappeared.

Her mind is not on the money.

As a psychiatrist, she doesn't need money.

When Margaret, a billion-dollar widow, came to New York, she insisted that all living expenses were covered by her fund account.

Harry was just a little surprised at the “millions” in return for Lindsay's change of form, but he wouldn't lose track of it.

Lindsay is a woman who can stay in touch, but be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.

Politicians are completely untrustworthy.

By contrast, she preferred Margaret and Elena to come closer, at least the girl was of good character and trustworthy.

……

Luke, who was driving away, didn't know what Harry and Margaret were saying between the sisters, and he kept swimming around New York City with Elena.

It was not until 8 p.m. that the two men left for Parander College.

The phone on Luke's chest vibrated slightly when he arrived in the suburbs of North Bergen.

The improvised surveillance system, temporarily mounted outside the vehicle, detected certain exceptional circumstances and immediately alerted him.

For the sake of portability and ease of installation and disassembly, this simple surveillance system is smaller in size, so the surveillance scope is not very large, which is better than nothing.

Slightly slowing the car down, he pulled out his fake phone and operated twice, showing a minimalist electronic map on the LCD screen, looking to the left.

There was a gunshot.

They're right where Luke sees them, 30 meters from Luke.

Gunshots are not dense, but they are consistent.

Between Luke's discovery and the shooting of a few dozen metres, there were seven or eight shots, indicating that there was more than one participant in the shootout.

Elena hadn't noticed his movements, heard a few unheard gunshots, continued to adjust the photos on her phone and prepare to send him a few screensavers.

Think about it, Luke, a dozen steering wheels, went into the neighboring neighborhood street.

Elena looked up and said, "What's wrong? ”

Luke: “Nothing, I don't want to send you back too soon, or I'll have coffee again. ”

Elena immediately raised her hand and patted it on him, but her mouth slightly curled: “I'm not giving you coffee until I get some rest tonight. ”

Luke Gual, parked the car on the side of the road, untied Elena's seat belt, carried her over and flattened her leg: “Are you sure? ”

Elena screamed softly, "Ah, what are you doing?” Her eyes were full of laughter.

Luke stuck his head together and blocked her whispering.

Behind Elena, fake phones have been placed on the dashboard with a series of newly analyzed messages.

Shots were fired at least five people and were fired at in a luxury small villa more than 20 metres away.

The New Jersey Police Channel, to which Headphones are connected, was called and said to be “noisy”.

But for a moment, the gunfire stopped completely and the fighting in the villa apparently ended.

Luke released a microdrone directly from the storage space outside the vehicle, issuing instructions to enter the villa for reconnaissance.

The minidrone slipped into the villa through a glass door that had been broken by a bullet.

A moment later, Luke saw a messy man with a slight flesh wound on his face and was sitting on the floor gasping in a hurry.

There was a man in black lying on the ground with a knife in his heart, and this one must have been cold.

Luke had a small, meaty painter in his arms, and he thought about it.

The black man with the knife in his heart is definitely not a cop.

The man was wearing a black suit and a black hood, which was obviously not the right mix-up.

So he's not an agent of swat, Secret Service, or some department.

The drone continued to swim around the villa and soon observed the entire deceased.

Twelve of the victims, all in black suits and blackheads, died in this bungalow villa.

Luke's battle experience is too rich, and countless with one-to-many experiences, just a few glances, he probably understands the course of the battle.

When these masked black suits entered the villa, they were smashed apart by the man, and the counterkill succeeded and none escaped.

Top of the line! Luke commented on the only man alive in the villa.

The drone quickly entered a basement entrance, where it swept past an eight-pound hammer and a smashed concrete floor, an open box containing a lot of weapons.

That's not the point.

The point is to have a few neat rows next to the weapon, like coins.

Unlike regular coins, however, they emit golden colors.

Luke squints, this thing, how does it look like the mainland hotel thing?

Elena whispered, “No, not here. ”

Luke Gual, let go of his slightly tightened hands and gently rub her back, indicating that he had no further meaning.

At this point, the red and blue light came from afar and a patrol car with flashing lights but no alarm was parked in front of the villa door.

A patrol officer got out of the car and rang the doorbell.