Super Detective in the Fictional World

If it can't be done, that's useless. Both Elsa and Luke added in their hearts.

After the chat, Luke went on investigating the case, and Elsa returned to the police station.

But she gave Luke a little help: "The Elizabeth and Billy team, and Simmons, you can find them directly if you need help."

Luke thanked it, of course.

This is already the entire manpower in Elsa's hands, and the strength of support cannot be said.

The three parted ways.

Luke and Selina went to the second scene.

It was another bank robbery, another homicide, and another robber who ran to a certain passageway and died. The same stolen money was missing.

Even more surprising is that the surveillance here also did not capture how the man died when he ran away.

Looking at the simple autopsy report at the scene, Luke took out a chocolate lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the sugar paper, and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely: "Except this guy was brain dead after being severely hit. Kind of like. "

Selena nodded. "Yes, so it's all up to us."

Luke also walked around here this time, and he and Selina got on the bus and rushed to the scene of the third case-a five-star hotel called Colmore.

At the so-called crime scene, which is a street, he nodded after looking at it: "At least this case should have nothing to do with those two cases."

Selina rolled her eyes: "There is a lottery hall here, and the guy who was robbed was a winner."

Luke beckoned, signaled that he could go in, and said, "So, what kind of stranger would choose to go out with cash? Does he think there are too few robbery cases in Los Angeles?"

Selina thought about the information of the reporter, and she was a little uncertain and said, "Maybe people have money and willfulness, don't care about this?"

Luke smashed his mouth and thought it was fine.

Standing in the hotel's gambling entertainment venue, he and Selena drew security badges as soon as they attached the police badge: "Two detectives, what is the matter?"

Luke: "Yesterday, there was a Mr. Jameson who reported that he was robbed of $ 20,000. We came to him."

An Bao sighed, looking a bit helpless: "Please wait a moment." Then, he went into the hall and found a middle-aged white man yelling at the poker table, said a few words, and then pointed Pointed to Luke.

The middle-aged white man muttered in dissatisfaction, but got up and came over.

When he saw Selina, his eyes lightened, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Ah, how do you detect your name, detective? How about having dinner together after work? This is my business card."

Selina calmly picked up the cake in her hand and took a sip: "Sorry, I'm not hungry yet."

Jameson: ...

Only Luke stepped forward as usual and pulled the business card in his hand: "Mr. Jameson, you reported it yesterday and said you had a sum of money robbed, right?"

Jameson nodded absently and didn't care that Luke didn't introduce himself: "Yes, your efficiency is really poor. When I moved to New York, I would have complained to your director."

Luke's face remained motionless, and he kept that kind of salty smile: "Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

Although impatient, Jameson was not a man who didn't care about money at all, and quickly said about the robbery yesterday.

After Luke heard it, he nodded thoughtfully: "So, you just came out temporarily and went out with $ 20,000 in cash. As a result, you just got out of the car and got hit with a black cloth bag. Pain, and then took your money away? "

Jameson nodded.

Luke froze his face: "But you can still entertain here today, so how did the robbers attack you?"

Jameson stared at Luke angrily, looking at the calm and handsome face, suddenly a little embarrassed: Bi Shuai, he seemed to lose! What can I do?

He looked away, impatiently saying, "I just kicked."

Luke was still patient: "Where do I kick?"

He didn't mean to embarrass the Jameson.

In fact, if most robberies do not have a weapon, they simply attack the victim with their fists and feet, but they will start with no seriousness and beat people with a nasal and swollen face.

If you have a gun or a knife, it is either serious wounding (killing) and robbery, or the victim is honestly paying money to avoid disaster.

Most of the robberies in the United States are relatively "tacit" because this is almost commonplace.

Those who have not been robbed in Los Angeles are as rare as those who have not been stolen.

Many robbers are like employees at work, appearing in various chaotic streets every night.

When they meet ordinary people who are lonely, they will take out "tools", stop them, and let these ordinary people give them "custody" such as cash and watch phones.

Ordinary people in Los Angeles go out and do n’t have much cash in their wallets. Scattered banknotes of $ 30 to $ 50 are the norm.

Of course, it's not wise to bring cash at all.

Ordinary people meet with armed robbers, so it is more cost-effective for him to "take" twenty dollars.

It's better than letting the robbers gain nothing and giving themselves a shot in shame.

As a result, many people carry change for the purpose of dealing with possible tolls.

The robber who robbed Jameson was wearing a black bald robber.

It was a little weird that Jameson had no injuries on his face, he was in a good state of mind, and was able to yell and entertain there.

Jameson hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice: "He kicked my butt."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Have you gone to check it? How much hurt?"

Jameson coughed awkwardly: "The hotel security looked at it, no problem."

Luke gave a whisper and stopped asking.

Obviously, those feet were not even skin and wounds, and Jameson nodded at the time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He nodded and said, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation. If there is progress in the case, we will Notify you. "

Jameson was surprised: "Ah? Is this over?"

Luke still smiled politely and calmly: "Also give us time to investigate? After all, Los Angeles is still very big, and law and order is not as good as yours in New York."

Jameson was speechless.

He was used to pretending to be in New York, and now he just finds that he can't pretend to be here.

Who keeps his idiosyncratic means out of reach in Los Angeles?

Luke and Selina went out again, and before they got into the car, they saw a black man sneaking pryingly into the trunk of a car.

The two looked at each other and walked helplessly.

Two meters behind the black man, Luke said, "Sir, have you lost your car keys? May I call you and help you find the police to open it?"