Super Detective in the Fictional World

Judging by the thickness of that dunning notice, Nielsen-Murdoch Law Firm must have a lot of things in use, such as utilities, telephones, rents, property management, and so on.

And food and fruit obviously cannot be used to pay bills.

Luke shook his head in his heart and left the door.

The Karen was obviously concerned about his actions.

He was afraid he would rush over to stop him as soon as he entered the office.

Turned to the other side, apparently a small room in the apartment kitchen.

Except for some used cups, there was hardly anything, even the coffee machine had only a little coffee stains, and it had not been used for at least two days.

It's not because Miss Karen is lazy.

Even the ground coffee has only an empty bag tossed in a trash can, so this coffee machine cannot be used to empty tap water.

What's even more helpless is that it's already ten o'clock in the morning. There are only Fudge and Karen in the office. The lawyer Matt has not seen anyone.

This posture, every way you look at it is going to hit the street! Luke sighed.

In this world, if you want to be a good person and do something good, you basically only spend money. Of course, it is difficult to have money.

Looking around, Walter's voice came from the door: "Leave, Luke."

"Come." Luke responded, smiled at Karen again, and walked out of the office.

As a result Fudge was still outside the door and was talking to Walter.

Walt was a little impatient, but just learned a lot from others, and it was not easy to turn his face, only to be sloppy.

Seeing Luke coming out, he immediately said, "I will inform you about something new about Elena. Young man, don't be too impatient." She patted Fudge's shoulder and flashed.

Luke blinked at Fudge, and followed him downstairs.

Fudge watched as they walked up the stairs and exhaled, "I hope you can find something."

Behind him, Karen popped out: "Is that Luke the new neighbor you said?"

Fudge: "Yes, it's just across from us, the house we were working on the other day."

Karen: "Why didn't you say he was a detective? It's too young."

Fudge: "We just met a few days ago, when we rushed to work and didn't have time to chat with him, but I think others are pretty good."

Karen hesitated, still whispering, "But how do I think he looks in the room, as if watching the crime scene?"

Fudge: "... the crime scene is a matter for CSU (CrimeSceneUnit Crime Scene Investigation Department), Karen."

Karen glared at him funny: "I know, I just said he was like the kind of detective who appeared at the crime scene. It was the kind of eye-visiting and looking at the details."

Fudge spread his hand: "Well, what do we have here? The two locomotive parties outside have already slipped away, leaving only one woman with an expired visa."

Karen stuffed.

When Fudge asked in this way, she suddenly didn't seem to think of anything worthwhile about this broken business.

Except ... herself?

However, the eyes of the young man and her looking at each other were normal, and they did not turn around as if most young people met beautiful women, secretly observing her behavior with the light of sight.

Why would Karen know? Because she had been peeking at the young detective like this.

Thinking of this, she sighed: "I think too much. He said it was your friend, but he has never been to the office, so I thought about it everywhere."

Fudge slaps his forehead: "Oh my God, he didn't come into my office? My desk is full of reminders received these days."

Karen: "He didn't go in, just looked at the door. He shouldn't know the embarrassing situation where we can't make ends meet."

Fudge quietly shook his head for a moment: "I'm still trying to find a big customer, at least enough to pay off the arrears of these two months, so that we will have more time ..."

Karen nodded wryly and went back to the lobby's own desk.

Looking at these "customers" in the room, she whispered in her heart: trying to find a big customer in this room is almost the same as the chance that these "customers" will happen to be alone in the Powerball 758 million prize tomorrow.

Here, Walter went downstairs and just said, "Let's ask Selena to tell you about the situation. You can visit the victims of the two bombings and see what information they have."

Luke: "Mr. Cobb, although a bit impolite, I still have to ask, where are you waiting?"

Walter's face was unpleasant: "Do you want to be my boss?"

Luke wasn't impatient, he just said, "I'm just confirming, Chief Cobb, you didn't travel alone in the Clinton area. After all, my biggest responsibility is to keep you safe here."

Walter's face was even more unpleasant: "I need you to stay safe?"

Luke looked as usual: "Of course, it is not needed elsewhere. But here, even if our sheriff acts alone, he cannot guarantee his own safety."

Walter moved his mouth, but was speechless.

This is the Clinton area, known as the existence of hell.

When Luke said this, Walter suddenly remembered: Dustin asked Luke to follow him, not necessarily to grab power, but also to keep himself safe?

In front of him was a dozen monsters.

For a moment in silence, he nodded: "Ricky and I want to check the information with the police, OK?"

Luke: "That's fine. If you need to come here again, you can call me at any time, Chief Cobb."

Walter grunted twice and opened the door to the car.

Ricky gave Luke a "loveless help" look, and he still liked Luke.

Most people who had interviewed Luke for a few words did not hate Luke.

Walter's attitude towards Luke was obviously because of Dustin, who had little relationship with Luke himself.

The car started, and Walter suddenly lowered the window and said, "Come out and do something, don't be so rigid. Call me by name later, understand?"

Luke Waner: "Okay, Walter."

Walter looked away, waved his hand, and Ricky drove off.

After a while, Ricky suddenly laughed: "Boss ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This newcomer is very dedicated."

Walter looked in the rear-view mirror, and Luke, who was already following up, assigned the car and snorted, "Drive your car, less nonsense."

Ricky laughed even louder: "Head, don't hold on, this guy is very flattering. To him, it's much happier to John than to walk the dog."

Walter rubbed his forehead uncontrollably.

Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods.

Compared to Luke, the John under his command was deadly.

He just wondered what Dustin meant just now, but suddenly he was jealous of Dustin.

A man who can fight like John and execute orders well is nothing short of perfect.

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