Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke and Lindsay walked through the living room and into the bedroom —— that's where the Big Master Cook is said to be.

Nothing in the living room is worth mentioning compared to here.

With Luke's experience over the years, coupled with a sense of sensitivity and smell, the scene was instantly replicated in his mind.

Sure, it was fun. He's in his heart.

Looking into the house, he frowned: "A lot of people have been here? ”

Lindsay grinned: "Yes, first the security team came, then a few professional private detectives, then my uncle remembered you. ”

Luke doesn't move his voice.

He's not so petty, let alone glorified to wipe his ass for the son of a millionaire.

This guy's not Tony.

Tony was very honest, he studied new technology at home every day and shared it every three to five minutes.

Tony must also be the focus of this protection.

And this Cook, don't say it's just an injured coma, he's really dead... then he's dead.

The last time Nelson was planted, Cook dumped a woman who was hanging out with him and made a mess to prove his character was bad.

That thing almost got Ginny involved, and people like Cook should be.

He was ready to leave the bedroom, thinking in his heart.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at the three drones placed on the shelf beside the wall and walked over.

Staring at these three high-end drones for a moment, he asked, "Cook loves to play with this? ”

Lindsay doesn't shake her head: “He loves spending money. If it's expensive and trendy enough for him to show off to his friends, he loves it. ”

Luke nodded.

The three drones are uniquely shaped and well crafted.

There are still signs of large-scale manufacturing of thousands of dollar drones on the market.

And the three in front of you, you can almost call them crafts.

Of course, Cook is very unlikely to be fooled by the appearance of some golden jade.

As long as it looks shiny, this rich guy rarely cares about the quality of the parts inside.

It's not uncommon to have these fat sheep in a pit with a lot of money.

There are a lot of “shell sales" products on the shelf, which means Cook ate it.

But drones are the real thing.

The parts in it cannot be described as super expensive, but they are also absolutely professional, and many of them are hand-crafted, and certain features should never have appeared on this "rich toy”.

At the technical level of this manufacturer alone, Cook wanted to order a drone for that man, afraid to give him more than 100,000 American knives.

If they want to hit a bamboo bar, 200,000 is a reasonable number.

How luxurious can Cook be? Luke's not sure.

If it's a 200,000 dollar luxury car, that's normal.

Cars are much more useful for losers, whether it's hitting on beauties or chariots.

And this is a drone.

As long as you're not a professional like Luke, the vast majority of features you buy are set up.

Did Cook take its infrared, night vision, temperature differential mode and take turns to follow the scene of haunted spinning 360 degrees?

This young man really wants to do that, just one is enough, there is no need to buy three.

But the three drones did smell like Cook, and he did.

Lindsay saw him measure the drone and hesitated to explain: "The video in there should have nothing to do with this, it's all Cook's" private life "scene, so it's been cleaned up. ”

Luke, oh, not surprisingly.

With all the toys and contraband in the living room, it's strange that Cooktard dared to leave these videos behind.

Nor did he say anything more, but rather indicated that the two walked out of the balcony door on the floor next to the bedroom.

Standing on a large balcony, looking at the central park across the street, Luke couldn't help but sigh: “This is a lovely environment. ”

It's an interesting apartment to build, from the 15th floor up, just like a stair-style pyramid, with a shrinking floor.

This reduces the size of the house, but gives way to a large circle of balconies below, and the lighting is much better.

Cook's apartment is already on the top five floors with an unobstructed balcony with views of the other seventy-eight floors downstairs and a green, grassy Inge Central Park across the street.

Let's just say this guy does spend a lot of money.

He stood there looking at the scenery, and Lindsay next to him was a little strange: "Luke, is there a problem here? ”

She also subconsciously looked up and down the balcony.

This sloping balcony, with two floors up and down, makes it easy for households to come up and down with a regular ladder.

But the people who live here have a clear identity.

Unidentified people can't even live with money, otherwise it's definitely a hidden hazard for others.

Luke said, "You've all checked the upper and lower floors, haven't you noticed anything? ”

Lindsay: "Yes, we've talked to them about the situation and basically ruled it out. ”

Luke nodded and turned around and went in: "Come on, go to the hospital and see your cousin. ”

The two men turned around and went downstairs to a private hospital.

Cook was treated right here.

Looking at Lindsay's injury report, Luke probably understands why he got into a private hospital.

Because Cook and a woman were said to have been overfrightened at the time and the areas of contact were damaged.

To get this to a public hospital, it might have to be on the Flower News tomorrow.

Now the Internet media is developed, once the wind reaches the Internet, then strict defense is not very meaningful, can only be blocked from the source,

With Lindsay's lead, checking out Cook's process is not a hassle.

As for the other injured woman, she had been discharged from the hospital but had been temporarily kept in hospital for observation.

It was easy to follow up the investigation, and the woman took a sum of money and was not dissatisfied.

Luke stayed with Cook for less than five minutes, went to ask the injured woman for five minutes, and left the ward.

Lindsay looked at his thoughtful face and said, "Any clues? ”

Luke indicated that the two of them had come to the private hospital small park to sit on the stone table.

He just asked, "You don't think it was a ghost, you want to find a killer who put Cook in a coma? ”

Lindsay hesitated and whispered: “This man may have caught a lot of Cook's private life. ”

Seeing Luke's still puzzled eyes, she went on to explain: “This guy Cook is usually a little unstoppable, and when he gets older, he may have said something he shouldn't have said. ”

Luke has no smell.

He only recently sent more than a dozen political and commercial bosses with clown vests. What's the point of letting him protect such people now?

He's not eating on a solved case right now, and even giving him some money or love is pointless.

Pretending to think for a moment, Luke shook his head with regret: "Sorry, Lindsay. That's basically the case, and I haven't found anything to help. ”

(3rd corrigendum in code)