Super Detective in the Fictional World

But regardless of these supermodels' external expressions, their minds are essentially apathetic, irrelevant, impatient, normal emotions, and many look at time from time to time.

They don't have Luke's “hundreds of thousands a minute," but hundreds of thousands a minute.

Something went wrong at the press conference, and the trouble for them was just delaying the opportunity to make money in a hurry.

But Vermeer's brand is huge, and even if it's none of their business, nobody dares to leave directly.

When Selena walked in, lit up her badge wallet, reported her identity, and there was still no abnormality in the eyes of the people present.

Some of them were really upset and thought it was going to be a big delay tonight.

Some are not in such a hurry, but a little interested in watching the show.

Life is all about clarity in this state-of-the-art supermodel.

Luke, who became a member of the "Secret Observation Association," quietly hid in the dark corners of the periphery, watching the crowd, listening to Selena and these people for question-and-answer.

Less than two minutes later, the story of the case surfaced tonight, and it's very simple and common - the backstage of the press conference lost something.

Sheila as a guest of the show, Givenchy Jewellery offered her a new diamond necklace tonight for the campaign.

Now this necklace is missing, and it's worth three million dollars.

The first time Luke hears this thing, he spits in his heart: is there a mistake, is it a necklace again?

Luke's PR manager, Bobby Max, had instructed his domesticated chimpanzee to steal Sheila's diamond necklace and was caught by Luke.

The thought flashed through his head, and he laughed.

The last time Sheila lost a diamond necklace, she helped herself solve Bobby, the psychic.

This case isn't gonna solve the second psychic's bastard meal, is it?

With that in mind, he watched for a while, asked Selena to check in here first, stabilized these people for a while, and he went around.

Selena listened to what was said in the wireless headset, and she nodded slightly, as if it was just to determine the words described by the staff before her.

She's got the radio system on, and Luke won't miss the interview.

Distraction is the practice of Luke, and this division of labor has long been the norm for both of us, without much to say.

Luke came to Sheila's dressing room, following what he had just heard.

As Sheila, America's premier DIVA, Vermeer's supermodels are not eligible to share a makeup room with her.

In terms of revenue alone, Sheila had 37 million dollars last year.

Last year, the world's first supermodel income was only 18 million, the second supermodel was 12 million, and the third supermodel was 8 million.

The three supermodels add up to compare to Sheila alone.

Besides, it was only last year that Sheila caught fire in the second half of the year, and this year's revenues will rise sharply, possibly even five supermodels per person.

As long as she doesn't die, even if she turns into a beauty blogger in the future, she can still earn tens of millions a year in 10 years.

Most of the supermodels reach their peak and are about the same age.

Five years out of the line, there are many examples of young followers who can't compete with a singer's album eating a career forever.

Sheila's coffee table is so high, so is Luke's reconnaissance.

He shows his badge, lets the staff guarding here open the door, only stands at the door of the dressing room for a moment of sensitive olfactory activation, and there is a bottom in his heart.

There were only a few smells in there, and they were basically still in the room.

There's only one strange young girl, and her scent obviously doesn't belong here.

Instead of lots of cosmetics, medium and high-end perfume, this scent carries the characteristics of a slum child - weeds, cigarettes, alcohol, a male body that hasn't bathed in a few days.

This young girl, perhaps the “thief” who stole the diamond necklace.

Nod your head, let the staff close the door, and tell them not to let anyone in or out, and he goes to the other side of the aisle.

Turning a few turns, he pushed a small door and came out. He looked up at the sky and had to frown.

New York at night, gradually covered in light rain like a cow's hair.

He picked up his badge wallet and showed a staff member guarding the door: "Were you here the whole time? ”

Staff frowned: "Yes. ”

Luke shook his head and obviously felt this guy hesitate, obviously lying.

He asked again: "In the time between about 20 minutes and half an hour ago, are you sure you haven't left this entrance? ”

The staff looked a little stiff: "No. ”

Luke glanced at the guy's crotch and sighed: "You didn't accidentally get your pants dirty when you peed in the bathroom before, did you? ”

The staff member's face collapsed: “What, what? I didn't, I didn't...”

Luke stopped talking and walked away.

He asked those words, not to pretend or intentionally intimidate the person, but to ascertain whether the staff member had engaged in internal or external collusion.

According to the emotional feedback from this person, he took up most of his spare time to go to the bathroom, which is also common.

But as a detective, he was only responsible for retrieving the necklace, and he had no obligation to educate the staff of the maintenance company.

He told Serena on the comms channel that his figure disappeared into the back alley of the little rain monster.

Light rain breezes tear the air apart, including the smell of the little burglar who went into the dressing room.

Instead of just getting a sensitive sense of smell, he couldn't trace it here anymore, just like Stu Cooper, the student in the serial killer.

But now he can work on it.

The odor lines are complete without wind and rain, turning into starpoint bubbles during rainy nights, drifting scattered across the streets and rapidly decreasing, but eventually not completely disappearing.

That residual odor fragment is a “dot”.

And just by connecting the dots, you get a “line” close to the facts.

Luke ran a little faster.

He's not afraid to go wrong.

Even if he walks wrong, he can walk up to a few dozen meters and discover the mistake.

Simply return to the previous point and select again immediately, and the time wasted by mistake does not exceed five seconds each time.

So he took a little walk, and within three minutes he walked down a road a few hundred meters from the venue.

Luke frowned: Right here, the smell of the little thief disappeared.

The last “dot" is on the side of the street, and there's no smell of her at the door nearby.

So she probably got in here and the smell suddenly disappeared.

The car that picked her up didn't smell very special, or just drove here from somewhere else and picked up the little thief and left.

Without a comparable odor, Luke couldn't filter the car out of countless cars passing through here.