Super Detective in the Fictional World

As long as no one is there, Luke can take the entire set of camping supplies out of the storage space, and the entire set of furniture is fine.

So this desolate half-suburb wasn't torturing him, it was the easiest place to relax.

He released an invisible shield from space resembling a wild mosquito net, isolating surveillance that might exist from the outside world before removing the invisibility.

A sofa, a small coffee table, a hot cup of coffee, he sat lazily and began to inquire about the Life Foundation.

It's just a habit.

At least when this institution is needed, he is able to make a rough judgement of the consequences and determine the subsequent response.

Time went by an hour, and Luke was sure he wanted to make a little mistake.

He initially saw only the news of the deep space probe, misleading the research direction of the Life Foundation.

It was actually founded by a medical company.

After relying on pharmaceutical companies, CEO Carlton somehow focused most of his energy on space probes, creating deep space probes.

But that doesn't mean he abandoned the pharmaceutical industry.

Life Foundation's space program is still supported by the profits of pharmaceutical companies.

Is Carlton really Simon's puppet? Luke's a little uncertain.

And the Life Foundation is definitely not clean, and clean institutions don't sneak up on homeless people.

That's good news.

Luke thinks it's a good idea to trade these black institutions for flavors, compared to San Francisco gangs that are passing on to each other.

Suddenly, he turned to the surveillance screen of the Mountain Monster drone.

It was in the underground parking lot, and a woman opened the trunk and put a handsome young man out of it.

This woman, Luke, just saw it from the surveillance, checked it out.

She's a researcher at the Life Foundation, Dr. Dora Scholes.

Uh... isn't this some kind of late-night parking lot, uniform, drive-by JPG plot, forcing Luke to add strange knowledge?

But soon, he dismissed the idea.

Because neither man nor woman's gorgeous moves are like people ready to play the plot JPG.

Dr. Dora was obviously alert and nervous.

She took the man, carefully dodged the surveillance, opened the safety staircase door and let him in.

Then the man entered the stairs alone, while Dr. Dora hesitated.

As a result, two patrol security officers walked in, found her and asked her a few questions.

Dr. Dora lied a little unnaturally about forgetting something and coming back for it, fooling around and getting in the car and leaving.

The two security guards were less suspicious.

Dr. Dora has been working here for a long time, and this kind of forgetting to take something happens occasionally.

Luke muttered curiously: "Interesting. What is this, a commercial spy? ”

Commercial espionage is rampant in the United States.

As long as the company is a little skilled, someone comes up with an idea.

Although the Life Foundation does not have particularly well-known technology, their medicines and deep space detector technology make it impossible to say that no one is interested.

But just looking at the man upstairs for a moment, Luke shook his head: he didn't move like a commercial spy.

Commercial espionage is generally targeted and resolute and must compete for seconds.

In front of him, this young man looked at things like a string of doorsteps, and took pictures everywhere with his cell phone. He looked more like a paparazzi.

Just like that, the intelligent program found the man's data.

At first glance, Luke heh: No wonder there are no clear search criteria and you can find the information so quickly.

The man's name is Eddie Brock. He's a journalist. He used to be famous in Los Angeles.

But in the last year or two, he was dug into San Francisco.

At the same time, Eddie went from being a mere paparazzi journalist to being a columnist, especially for exposing and criticizing social injustices.

With the growing maturity of F2F and flyer headlines from media outlets, he has succeeded in bringing fans together.

Today Eddie is in the ordinary population on the West Coast, similar to the known Dave V of the last generation.

This kind of person comes to the Life Foundation's research institute at night, definitely not to praise each other.

Luke, by the way, took a look at this guy's network from his media account and found that he had sent several stories about the Life Foundation over the past two days.

It's all about criticizing life foundations for hiding dangers, using homeless people for drug testing, and causing death.

Just a few days ago, Eddie received a notification from the media that hired him.

Prior to his issuance of those reports, the media had terminated the contracts of employment between the parties.

So Eddie lost his job as a columnist, and then he sent out these stories.

Luke grabbed his chin and laughed: “Looks like this Eddie actually stabbed the Horse Cell of the Life Foundation. Did they start smashing each other's jobs? ”

And that's when he remembered something about Eddie.

When Luke and I were in Los Angeles, this guy had a lot of stories, and he slapped a superhero's rainbow butt, so Luke always thought the name was familiar.

But "star chaser” became the messenger of justice, which should count as iron powder. Maybe he wants to be an agent of the Lord, like the Dark Knight? Luke kind of wants to laugh.

He's not laughing at this Eddie for not being on his own.

Instead, Luke would not mind providing adequate financial support if the other party could insist on doing so.

In fact, he has been using all kinds of disposable vests to develop these "righteous spokespersons” with the black money at his disposal.

This ensures that there is a certain number of "public opinion pricks" in the online media to avoid public opinion becoming an official or capital group rhetoric.

At the same time, it's easy for Luke to touch the fish.

Otherwise, when something happens, a hacker jumps out of the box and the circuit is too obvious.

It would be much easier to support a group of "tap water" media people like Tracy and Eddie and give them a batch of "ammunition” at the right time to attack those official masterminds.

……

By then, Eddie in the building had arrived at the floor where Harry was being held, the floor where the homeless were being held.

Sneaky, he quickly caught the attention of a middle-aged female homeless man in a room.

The middle-aged woman slammed into the glass door, clapping Eddie's name and letting him save her.

According to Eddie's reaction, he knew this woman, too.

But Eddie, who had no experience sneaking in, panicked and pushed his hand right on the dashboard at the door.

Luke, get up. “Okay, I think I'm going to do a little favor. ”

Even though he hasn't responded much to Batman fans, saving them from doing good when necessary doesn't go against their heart.

Not to mention Eddie, a good player in pen poles, who gets killed by scum like the Life Foundation.

Where the mind moves, everything in the room is put into the storage space, his figure is quick and transparent and disappears into the air.