Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke slapped him in the head: "So, girls are dumb. It's nothing, mainly good character. ”

Joseph immediately noticed the problem: "Didn't you say look at your face? ”

Luke: “Ugly you definitely don't, of course we only talk about pretty girls. ”

Joseph was right.

For a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "Luke, why do you want me to fight? I don't think girls like this. ”

Luke picked the eyebrows and gave him his phone: "Wait a few times, I hit the sandbag, you shoot me a short video, just ten seconds. ”

Joseph doesn't know, so do it.

Then, after Luke started shouting, Joseph took a video of him waving boxing and punching sandbags.

Luke walked back, watched the video and thought it was okay.

After all, it was not a photo shoot. In the case of his special facial expressions, he didn't get a ghost shot by his brother.

He just sent this short video to Joseph, and he said, "Tomorrow I'll show it to your schoolgirls, preferably in the senior grades, and ask them if they're handsome enough to explode. ”

Joseph: … I've never seen such a brazen man!

Anyway, he did exactly what Luke said the next day.

Get the results exactly as Luke said.

When the older sisters saw Luke's video, they glanced at him, and several of them even blushed.

Joseph asked with confusion, "Really handsome? ”

The older sisters looked at him with amazement: "Of course, look at this power, and this complete size, this is perfect boy paper! ”

Joseph had to silently retrieve his phone and turn around and go.

The girls also wanted him to send a video that he did not hesitate to reject: a group of shallow women with no face value. How could Luke look at you ugly bean sprouts!

Or at least Selena.

This is the perfect girlfriend who can clean up Savage Second Sister and make her body look good enough to explode and obey Luke's words!

Unknowingly, a little brother was taken on the right path by his brother and started to recognize his girlfriend's problems correctly.

……

Little Cindy had a good time.

But five days later, Luke Benjon returned to New York alone.

The martial arts training for my brother and the visit to my little sister Cindy have all come to an end.

My boss Walter called and said there was something he needed to go back.

Because it was a private assignment, Serena, who took a big leave to visit her family, did not have to come back and continue her return journey.

Luke hasn't had a private job at the police station for a long time, because he's not a detective anymore, two years ago.

Now he doesn't have to spend his private life to earn research money, and he doesn't have to worry about connections, and most cases don't have anything to do with psychics.

To speak of private work, Commissioner Nelson recently invited to a private party in Soderberg, where he searched for the planting.

This time, he accepted the private offer, and certainly not because of Walter's face.

Walter's not Dustin, he's not that smart.

But this case sounds interesting, and Luke thinks he can go check it out.

Back in New York, he arrived home without delay and dialed a number: "Lindsay, it's Luke. Can you check with your cousin now? ”

After a few words, he drove out to the apartment building at the intersection of West 88th Street and Central Park Avenue on Upper West Side.

This apartment building is different from the Clinton area.

Next to Central Park in Upper West Side, a decent luxury apartment with much higher rental rates than a monthly mortgage on the New Jersey side.

So Luke went into the apartment, sat in the public lounge on the side of the door, didn't light his badge at all, and lit his security and wouldn't let him in directly.

A moment later, a woman stepped out of a Maybach and waved to the driver to find a place to wait before walking quickly to the apartment.

When she entered the apartment door, she immediately looked into the public lounge area.

When she saw Luke, she stepped forward and reached out, “Luke, it's so good to have you here. ”

Luke also reached out and the other side held him in his arms.

He was a little surprised. He touched her arm with no intention of moving his left hand. It was a gift: "Lindsay, you should be busy. Let's go straight up. ”

Lindsay Soderberg, niece of Mayor, New York.

The two people were acquainted before, but the other side was always relatively stubborn, and the meeting was just a handshake.

But he's not here today because of the mayor, but because he's interested in the case itself, so he's not being polite.

Lindsay froze and smiled. “Thank you, Luke. ”

It had nothing to do with her, but it had a lot to do with Mayor in New York City and a lot to do with her family.

She was in a bit of a hurry to hear Luke say that she thought someone was considerate.

Luke doesn't care. He doesn't hate himself anyway.

Isn't it right that he should be thankful for his personal work?

The two of them took the elevator to the 25th floor and reached the front door of an apartment.

Lindsay pulled out a key card, opened the door, and two people went in.

The view is a large living room with fairly modern furniture, but messy and messy, which is quite a contrast to the apartment's grade.

Lindsay had nothing to be embarrassed about, and this is where her cousin Cook lived: “After what happened, nothing moved here to avoid influencing the investigation. ”

Luke, um, raised his hand and stopped her wanting to go inside: "Just a moment. ”

Before you arrive, start scanning the living room with a yellow polarizer, which also opens with sensitivity to smell and mental strength.

After more than ten seconds, he looked calm and shook his head: it seemed like he had gone for nothing.

But he didn't say it, he just said to Lindsay next to him, "Come on, show me in. ”

This is her cousin's house, of course he can't look around in it alone.

Lindsay didn't find it strange.

Those who solve the case have a lot of quirks, and it's not that no one has to pray with a cross on their chest before they can get to work.

Doors like Luke get stuck first and then start working, which is a normal range.

When they crossed the hall, they saw all sorts of things thrown on the couch not far away.

In addition to the normal book magazine remote control wine bottle, there are two extra sets of electric toys of all kinds, and at least three women's close-fitting clothes of great value.

Obviously, that Cook boy had a good time here before.

Lindsay was here a long time ago, and she just looked away with disgust at these things, nothing to say.

Luke's gaze stopped for a few moments on the coffee table - where there was a residual smell of contraband.

Although the smell was faint because it had been cleaned up, it did not escape his sensual sense of smell.

Well, it looks like it's pretty much solved. He sighed again in his heart: a young master, with a bunch of beautiful women hanging out, high and hallucinating, which was a very reasonable thing to do.

Even if Young Master Cook says he's a ghost, a lot of overmedicated people say they've seen him.

Anyway, it's all hallucinations. It's normal to exaggerate.