Super Detective in the Fictional World

Selina looked over but found no one.

Luke pointed at any time: "It's a bit of a coincidence that both of their cars are over there."

Having said that, the two didn't care too much.

This fifty-story high-rise building houses more than a hundred companies.

Some people may not have met even after working in this building for several years.

Two groups of people handle cases in the same building, maybe across dozens of floors.

Waiting for the elevator to go up to the thirty-second floor, the two found a hall. The sign on the door read: "Despair"-Monroe Peterson Painting Exhibition.

Luke nodded. "It should be here."

The two walked into this place that was used as an exhibition hall and looked at the few audiences inside. There was also a series of quarrels that worked hard to keep down, but again and again.

Bypassing the display wall at the entrance, the two entered the hall and saw the corners against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The two men and women were quarreling on both sides.

Well, this statement is a bit ambiguous.

In fact, it was a young girl and a middle-aged couple who were arguing, and a middle-aged man with a shabby man standing behind the girl, he just looked up, looked out the window, said nothing, The quarrel beside me looked indifferent.

Luke looked at each other, reluctantly pulled out the police badge wallet and hung in front of them, and walked over.

Or Luke first said, "Excuse me, which police officer?"

The woman in the middle-aged couple turned her head immediately: "What do you eat at the police station? Only now have someone sent ..."

At this moment, angry, she finally saw Luke's face, and the complaining that she wanted to rush out was suddenly interrupted.

Luke had a slight smile on his face.

This is actually his typical expression at work.

The smile was neither too kind nor alienated, with a polite and gentle attitude, but not too attentive.

This smile was like a mildly warm but not too hot boiled water, which suddenly made the middle-aged woman's anger suddenly fall.

The middle-aged man next to her had better emotional control, and said at the moment: "It's my wife's police."

Luke hummed, nodded and asked, "Is it Mrs. Olora Soderberger?"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, but still nodded: "Yes."

Luke confirmed the identity of the reporter in accordance with the process, and then continued to ask, "Excuse me, who are the scammers you mentioned when you reported?"

At this moment, the middle-aged woman, Olora, finally woke up from the short-lived **** of deities, and almost raised her hand to the opposite side without thinking: "This is the man, grab him."

This is really rich! Luke was funny, but said, "Mrs. Soderberger, unless the gentleman is a wanted criminal, we have no right to arrest him until the judge issues an arrest warrant."

Olara was stung again, and immediately changed his mouth: "He hit me, now you arrest him immediately, wait for the police to interrogate."

As soon as this was said, the girl opposite her called out immediately, "Mom, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man next to Olora also smiled bitterly, pulling his wife's arm and dragging her behind him: "Sorry, my wife is a little emotional, and the two detectives don't care about her."

With a smile on Luke's face, "Will you?"

"Jeffrey Soderberg," said the middle-aged man, by the way pointing to the girl opposite: "This is my daughter, Lindsay Soderberg."

Turning his fingers slightly, he pointed at the middle-aged man behind the girl: "This is Monroe Peterson," supposedly "is a painter."

In his tone, the second half of the sentence was slightly accentuated, and his expression was full of ridicule.

Luke praised inwardly: the man was at least not stupid.

The rich are certainly in a strong position against the police.

But this is only a conclusion drawn from the overall probability.

It is not uncommon for the rich second-generation, driving millions of sports cars, to be stopped by a small police officer to issue a ticket during the actual case handling process.

The proportion of arrogant rich people in the police group is not lower than that of ordinary people.

Even some police officers will issue top-notch tickets.

This is the simple public thinking of "Don't you have money? Let's make more contributions to society".

Now, Luke's performance after entering the door has been extremely clear "hint" Jeffrey, he is not a rich man's thug-at least not on this occasion.

This is Jeffrey's idea.

In fact, even by Jeffrey's logic, he was poorer than Luke, and he was not qualified to make Luke a "thug".

While suppressing his mad wife, Jeffrey said, "We suspect that Mr. Monroe Peterson has used improper means to gain the trust of our daughter and paid her a huge sum of money Rental costs, so we want to go back to the police with him and investigate. "

He said quite cleanly.

There is no such thing as Yi Laura's straightforward dictator, but the so-called "back to the police station together."

At the police station, they can play a role of donating millions of dollars each year, without having to pass the small police detective in front of them.

Instead of communicating with the two lower-level detectives here, Jeffrey wanted to make an unspoken deal with the upper level of the police station.

Jeffrey's anger at the man who had deceived his daughter and man was more fierce than his wife, Olora.

As soon as he finds the evidence, he will send him to prison without hesitation.

What **** painter, what **** abstract expressionism, go to jail to spend sunflowers if you have the ability.

Luke did not stop this request.

If the other party insists, he does.

If he doesn't, then he will switch to another patrol officer.

The rich always find a police officer who is willing to be a thug.

He looked at the man behind the girl: "Mr. Monroe Peterson, what's your opinion of what Mr. Soderbergh said?"

Monroe finally turned his head, looked at him, and suddenly laughed.

That kind of smile seems a bit empty ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It's like a smile that laughs at the air: "No."

Luke shook his head.

His spiritual communication has found that the painter's mental state is not normal.

It is said that the neuropathy is excessive, but it is not the same as the normal person's sober state.

Most of Monroe's thinking seems to be floating in the unknown world, but only a small part is still in reality.

Luke suspected that he had replaced the question just now with "Are you taking no medicine?" Monero would say "No."

He could only nod his head: "Then please invite us back to the police station."

Lin Sai, a young girl who was standing in front of Monroe, was anxious: "Wait, he's not in a good mental state these days. How can he get into the police? He needs rest or go to the hospital.

Olora couldn't help but drink low again: "I think he can go to a psychiatric hospital, and I can pay all the medical expenses so that he can be cured there."