Super Detective in the Fictional World

This small building has a psychotherapy license, but how many customers here are willing to be questioned by the police, that is another question.

"Ah, oh, uh, uh, uh ~" The door of the first room passing by was not closed.

The young woman looked as usual: "This is Jiu-Jitsu training, it can soothe nerves and relieve stress."

"Pap! Anti-mother's nose! Pap!" This was the noise from the second room, which had not been closed.

The young woman was serious: "This is whipping and it is very expensive."

Luke looked inexplicably: "Your customers here also include women?"

The young woman immediately understood what he meant: "No, the customer is that man."

Luke was speechless.

It may be a crime for a male client to hit a female therapist, but he pays for the female therapist to whip himself. This ... seems legal?

Selina was shocked, but didn't say a word.

The three reached the bottom of the second-floor aisle, and there was a Queen's playing card pattern on the door.

The young woman knocked on the door: "Miss Donna, something is wrong, please come out."

A moment passed inside before a female voice rang: "Wait a moment."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

This voice, with that kind of curled tongue, is a bit vague in English, but also gives it a distinctly exotic flavor.

More importantly, the girl's voice was lazy with a little deepness, like a whisper in the ear at night.

Luke thought of a man vaguely with long eyes and long legs Vanessa.

Of course, this is not her voice.

But both Vanessa's electric eye and the woman's voice gave a strong sense of temptation.

Luke laughed lightly and patted the young woman's shoulder: "You can leave now, I think, you won't be interested in what's next, right?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, and finally went downstairs, but she still did not forget to add: "We have a regular license, don't make trouble, okay?"

Luke nodded silently.

This sounded right before me, but the last sentence turned into a soft-spoken plea, which is also considered ... professional habits?

It was not until the woman disappeared at the entrance of the stairs that the door of the room in front of them opened with a sound.

Luke gestured a few gestures in his hand, and Selena leaned back honestly, looked for a room door, and looked at it with a probe.

Luke smiled and looked at the woman in the doorway.

Her head is black and straight, slightly fluffy, her eyebrows are darker, her eyes are large, her eyes are pointed and oblique, and she has a fox-eye feel.

The upper lip is slightly thin, and the lower lip is plump, which is very sultry.

She opened her mouth and asked, "You, too ... come for treatment?"

Not many people who seek her treatment have such an appearance.

Luke smiled slightly and looked up and down for a moment: "No, Miss Donna, I'm here to see Mr. Smith."

The woman snapped: "What Smith?"

Lu Kehehe: "The one who is hiding behind the row of hangers near your door, holding a gun in his right hand and holding a baby in his left hand. Middle-aged white man, male, 6-foot-2 (about 1.88 m), full face Hu Zha, wearing a black jacket and jeans. Do I need to keep talking? Mr. Smith. "

When he said this, his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, looking at a place in the room.

The woman in front of the door froze for a moment, opened her mouth, and seemed to have no idea what to say.

Luke glanced at her, and sighed in his heart: This is a player who crushed Selena!

Her dark red corseted underwear set off her majestic shore, but she had black suspender stockings and an inevitable pair of high-top black leather boots.

Wow, good professional therapist!

There were no snoring noises in the room when these thoughts were turning in his mind.

Luke said directly to the Miss Donna in front of her, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

The daring Miss Donna nodded consciously under his gaze.

Although the young man looked very kind, as a "special" psychotherapist, she felt that he had a certain indescribable quality under his appearance.

"Then please talk to my partner over there, okay!" Luke motioned to Selina behind her and asked her to pull Miss Donna past her.

Luke watched the Miss Donna leave, and he continued quietly: "Mr. Smith, you had a chance in the park just now, but you didn't shoot at us, then I think you can talk."

After a moment of silence, a deep male voice finally sounded in the room: "What do you want to talk about?"

Luke: "That little baby! Just because of him, I killed five gunmen in the park. An innocent woman was shot by them and now I was in the operating room of a hospital. I think I have the right to know The cause of all this. "

"Oh, you are a policeman." The low male laughed, but didn't mean anything.

Luke: "Is there a problem? You can see my police badge clearly in the park."

"Then you can't control it," said the low male. "So, let's go."

Luke narrowed his eyes: the police couldn't control it?

"I didn't get an order to allow me to investigate this case." He replied calmly.

The low male voice sneered: "Last night, a pregnant woman and more than 20 gunmen were killed in an abandoned factory building in the Eastern District. Have you read the news report? No. I think you will soon Got the call. "

At this moment, Luke's phone rang. He looked at it and answered, "What's the matter?"

After a while, Luke hung up the phone, looking indifferent.

After a moment of groaning, he stepped into the room in front of him and closed the door.

Turning his head to the door, he chuckled: "Mr. Smith, it looks like you're right. I got a call telling me that the case has been transferred."

A tall figure stood there by the door, holding a gun in his hand, but did not raise it.

Hearing this, the Mr. Smith smiled, "So I guessed right, but I'm not happy about it."

Luke laughed lightly and looked up and down the tall man in front of him for a moment: "Yes, I do the same. Ask a question, are you short of money, maybe a weapon?"

Smith squinted. "What do you want to say?"

Luke reported an address ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with his hand in his side pocket and slowly pulled it out. A pile of green bills appeared in his hand.

"There is an underground utility room in the abandoned factory. There are a few guns in it. I ca n’t use them. I will give them to you. Then this ..." He raised his hand and threw the stack of banknotes onto the bed: "It's a reward!"

Smith frowned. "What do you mean?"

Luke still smiled. "My curiosity is a little bit heavy. So, find out the answer and just tell me at the end."

Although he smiled, his eyes were calm.

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