Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke scratched his head, and Margaret was a real widow, Natasha wasn't.

Besides, Natasha is actually not small...

It can only be said that Director Sai took up his new post for two days, worked a bit of magic, and when he heard anything, he would associate himself with a superhero.

Luke was also too lazy to drive alone, and Anbu left Nassau County and took a taxi to Queens.

Margaret stood up and gladly waved at the riverside cafe under the northern bridge of the Brooklyn Bridge, more than twenty metres apart.

There are virtually no poor people who can drink coffee under this bustling metropolitan bridge during afternoon work hours.

But this little widow in a white dress with a wide-edged sun hat, or many people, both men and women, cast their gaze on her.

If it's a casual workwear man like Luke, it's a goal that most wage earners can expect.

And Margaret is the kind of person that Ms. Kochi dreams of becoming.

Not only because she wears luxury goods, but more importantly because of the obvious distinction from ordinary people.

Of course, as Luke understands it, it's actually a woman who doesn't have to think about money and convenience to work to get dressed on a daily basis.

Tell me about the hat. Who wears the hat? There's no room in the lattice, okay?

Unexpectedly, when he came to Margaret, a lot of men beside him threw envious gaze.

After all, from the looks of the outfit, he looks a lot like a dog shi soaked in the little meat of a rich lady.

Face handsome can't counteract this malicious speculation from the same kind, it only makes other men more certain that "this guy is cheating on his face”.

Especially Margaret waved her little hand and smiled with a brilliant smile entirely from her heart, more like a faint-headed young lady.

The reality is not an online novel, no brain deficiency person suddenly jumps out to find a presence.

Men who had an interest in Margaret had talked to her a long time ago, and no doubt they all failed.

Now these men can barely give themselves a reason: when they meet a woman who only looks at her face, their frustration is justified.

Luke was used to all sorts of eyes, and when he walked next to Margaret unexpectedly, he said: "Change seats. ”

Margaret smiled: “Ah? ”

Luke explained very thoughtfully: "Convenient conversation, too close to the others. ”

Margaret thought it made sense to nod her head and pick up her bag and her big hat and go.

Luke couldn't help laughing: This one... is so simple.

He raises his hand and calls the waiter on the side, explains the relocation to her, and orders from the past.

Margaret was at the edge of the line, and she turned her head and found herself running away. She didn't say hello to Luke. She was embarrassed.

Luke looked at her like a child making a mistake, and he was like, "What do you want to drink? I'll ask you this time. ”

Margaret's mind couldn't help but slip toward something to drink: “Um... fresh squeezed orange juice? ”

Luke nodded to the waiter, acknowledging, then repositioned the seat, facing the bush, and then sat down himself: "Sit down and say it, Margaret. ”

Margaret sat down in a hurry and watched him stand still for a moment.

Luke had to ask the toddler, “What are you talking about? ”

Margaret just remembered this, and after a long time Luke's joy quickly disappeared, his face became gloomy: “Well... it's about Harry. ”

Luke: "Well, what happened to her? ”

At last, Margaret fluently told the story of her sister, Harry, by his benevolent temptation.

After listening, Luke picked up the coffee and had a sip before trying to ask: "Are you sure Harry wasn't too busy at work, neglecting to take care of you, causing your delusions? ”

Margaret even shook her head and denied: "No way. I can feel that she doesn't care about me anymore, but about the job that needs to be kept secret. ”

Luke felt her spiritual fluctuations and made sure she wasn't lying.

But that does not make sense.

Margaret's character, the fact she thinks, is probably completely different from the real reality.

Like asking her husband if he was a good person four years ago, she must have said yes.

It's definitely not a lie.

But in fact, her dead husband was a bloody gangster.

For a moment, Luke decided to go see Harry.

Listen to Margaret more than he can personally feel Harry's state of mind.

The trouble is, Harry is not sure when he's coming home.

Even Margaret's living life was cared for by a professional servant.

Margaret had no reason to feel that way.

Even Luke made cupcakes out of smart kitchenware, which Selena diss into a moulded soul.

Harry hasn't been home for a long time, and Margaret doesn't think it's strange that he's spoiled.

After a moment, Luke simply talked to Margaret and called Elena.

He called Harry when it was arranged and said Elena and Margaret were getting ready for a party and he was coming with him.

So he wanted to consult her and finalize the meeting time in advance.

In general, Luke would certainly not have done so normally.

But Margaret was rather lacking in common sense and emotional presence, and the party with her really had to say hello to guardian Harry.

Harry got a call from Luke, a little surprised, and a moment of silence still gave him this Friday night.

Hang up the phone and Luke sees Margaret looking at him with admiration.

He couldn't help but ask, “What's wrong? ”

Margaret: "You're amazing. You don't even stutter when you lie to Harry. ”

Luke: "... because I'm not lying at all, I'm taking Elena to your party on Friday night. ”

Margaret's eyes lit up: "Really? That's great. There hasn't been a party since you last came to my house. ”

Luke thought about it and asked, "Isn't Elena going to your house every once in a while? ”

Margaret hurried to explain, “It's just the two of us, no one else, no big meals, no yogurt cakes you make, not even red wine. ”

Hey, how did my yogurt cake become the standard for your party? "Can you buy yourself a cake or a red bar?" he asked, defamating his heart. ”

Margaret lowered her head: "Buy yourself a cake and wine and come back for a drink. Isn't that what the Internet says about fat houses? I don't want to be a big, lonely fat man. ”

Luke held the forehead in his hand: "Okay. As long as Harry doesn't object, the cake will, and the wine will. ”

Obviously, the rich woman is not short of money, but she wants that atmosphere, not just food and drink.

Unfortunately, there are too few people in this society who can reassure Harry, and Elena is not too lively.

Instead of Claire the Vitality Shed, it's expected to take Margaret to a fun, fresh place forever.

But when I think of Stacy, Luke thinks it's okay.

Margaret is easier to fool than Stacey, and he doesn't want to see his sister jump into Huron.

I can't dig this super big hole for my sister.