Super Detective in the Fictional World

Instead, the immediate commissioner suddenly showed a "whole-hearted” commitment to work.

He “sends his condolences” in succession, always asking Dustin “kindly” to solve the case as soon as possible.

Listening to this voice, Dustin thinks that “as soon as possible” should mean today.

So far, the police have not received any help, but have pushed all kinds of pressure.

It is all the more exaggerated, from the commissioner to the sheriff, to the director of the Bureau of Investigation at his immediate superior's headquarters, all asking the Bureau to share all the information.

The Commissioner asked him to turn on the green light for the FBI, and the sheriff asked him to cooperate absolutely with the Department of Homeland Security, and the Director of the Headquarters Bureau of Investigation requested that he must assist the "Brotherhood" Anti-Space Agency under the same department.

There is no doubt that Simon's call made Dustin and the police station the best backers.

If the case is not solved this time, then Dustin and the relevant officers of the police department will be responsible for at least 50 per cent of it.

Dustin doesn't care anymore.

He's not afraid to go to the 66th Precinct to eat dirt.

Those people give whatever information they want.

As long as the case is solved, even if he can't split too much credit with the police department, at least he doesn't have to back up the pot.

Simon was not notified of the previous explosion, which was also the fault of the FBI and Homeland Security.

He can only hope that John and Luke, the “magical” temporary partners, will be able to rebuild the magic work.

The two of you are super old and experienced in dealing with empty cloth.

But the rest of us are busy calculating profits at the moment, and no one has thought about it yet.

And Dustin's hopeful temporary partner, a group of muscular Afro-descendant men are surrounding him at this moment, with big fists and daggers dangling in front of him, just seconds away from being hospitalized for serious injuries.

The other man was buried at a third subway station in Brooklyn, saving lives.

Luke wasn't indifferent to the case, he just didn't target it for the time being.

Simon didn't show up at all. Sensitive smell doesn't work for now.

He just made a phone call, and any database that wanted to find the corresponding suspect had to have the corresponding information in it first.

Voice prints are not fingerprints and DNA, NYPD's ready-made sound prints library is small, and the situation is similar in other police stations across the United States.

Luke got the recording of the phone, and the snail couldn't find the corresponding sound print.

Cell phone signal tracking hurts worse, the first phone call nobody knows will call Dustin before the ghost gets ready.

Luke did an ex-post, just roughly locked the guy in southwest Manhattan, and NYPD headquarters happened to be here.

But it is also one of the most densely populated areas in Manhattan, with tens of thousands of people working in high-rise buildings within hundreds of metres of Wall Street, not far from headquarters.

Without a target, Luke was useless in the past.

Though the split was almost done, Tony was also sent a collaborative message to get the clue from the official inside.

At the same time, the multifaceted system is constantly searching the Internet for suspicious information, while the little snail tries to find suspicious targets in various surveillance.

These two programs have found clues that are much more efficient than his manpower to find them.

At least until Simon's real life is exposed, that's hard to change.

But before the good news of snails and polyhedrals comes, the bad news comes first.

Polyhedra turned some short videos and pictures, and Luke couldn't help but worry about John.

In less than half an hour, John's head had been unladen.

The rising hairline was completely out of reach of the bloodshed on the side of his head and looked a little scary.

Another tall black arm along his way was also heavily damaged and apparently injured.

Luke thinks the nigger is a little familiar and seems to have seen it somewhere.

The snail quickly found out about this black man, the owner of the Zeus Electric Store, named Zeus Carver.

As soon as he saw the name of the electronics store, he remembered: Isn't this the second-hand store that bought electronic parts when he first came to New York?

This Zeus Carver impressed me a little, probably because Luke weighed him for a moment, and Zeus, with his old Tortoise glasses, said he was racist.

And then he did not honestly put together more than a hundred pieces of the knife, and he took Luke's 200.

How did this guy get there with John? Luke felt strange, looked at the other information, probably understood.

John stood in the Afro-descendant-dominated Clinton district with those two "I hate niggers” boards, almost killed by a gang of grumpy youths.

This Zeus suddenly came up with a "hero to save the bald” and stopped a taxi with John.

Now these two...

He looked at the information received from Dustin and mentioned that the two men had returned to the police station.

That Simon, should we come out and play the game again? Luke thought so in his heart, and his men moved faster to save lives.

We have to get Simon out this time.

Simon had at least a hundred lives left to die in this subway bloodshed alone.

And with all this noise, there must be a lot of people in his crew who help cover things up, otherwise there won't be any clues yet, and these people are just as damned.

Sure enough, I got a call from Simon on the other side of the station shortly.

The snail immediately started tracking.

But the other party was too sophisticated, and the call time was still very tight.

Even though the middle was deliberately delayed by John, Simon gave a new “game” assignment within the scheduled time frame.

Luke is even more skilled, but he can't resist coming and running faster.

Until he hung up, he could only trace the other party's cell phone signal around headquarters, using a ready-to-throw, vintage prepaid phone.

Without a doubt, this guy was watching around headquarters.

But Luke had to laugh when he thought about the large building complex near Headquarters.

It's too bad that headquarters is in a bustling area, where everyone can keep an eye on the side, and the tens of thousands of people around them are the best cover.

John got a new game to play and had to go.

This time, Simon also asked Zeus, the second-hand appliance store owner, to join him so that he could play with John.

Watching the two guys rush out, Luke had no choice but to have more certainty about getting Simon.

As a distinguished representative of the "security flow," Luke was well aware that the police were not afraid of the other party playing tricks, but rather that the other party was not playing directly.

The more Simon does, the more clues he gives.

Besides, the clues NYPD can't trace, not necessarily to Luke.

Big data, two or three anomalies in a row, that's not an anomaly.

Big data analysis of small snails and multifaceted systems can teach him to be a human being as long as the other person is so-so on certain details.