Super Detective in the Fictional World

Selena pulled out her cell phone and called the forensic officer.

Luke stepped forward alone, didn't get on the boat, just checked the situation around it.

"There is no obvious blood on the boat, but look here." He said to Selena Nunu after the phone call.

Selina looked at the hull, and there was a large depression on the side of the bow.

"Is something hitting this ship violently?" She asked.

Luke nodded: "There is no blood in the boat, and there are no obvious traces. The possibility of a tear in it is very low. Wait, the people in the forensics department will be here in an hour."

Selina looked up at the sky, then looked down at the watch: "It's finished, our seafood lunch."

Luke also remembered this, but said helplessly: "It is only possible to cancel the reservation at noon."

Selina had nodded and started calling the restaurant.

Luke said hello, trotting all the way back to Swick's villa, and drove his car not far from the boat.

After the car arrived, he laughed: "Although there is no seafood lunch, there is nothing to sunbathe. Is there still this, or?"

He said, pulling out a can of dr from the refrigerator in the car. Pepper threw it.

Selina took it with one hand, opened it and took a sip, and took a nap contentedly: "My dear, you are so wise."

Luke laughed and said nothing.

Together, they pulled out the folding chair sun umbrella and large towel from the trunk of the car, and set them aside on a flat reef.

Selina slipped into the car and changed into a bikini. She took out a food box with her other hand and ran back to lie down. Then she exhaled comfortably.

Luke opened the food bin and got a piece of braised beef from the inside. He threw it in his mouth and said, "Why do two birds with one stone, otherwise it would be useless to wait here."

This is the helplessness of the detective work.

Since they found the boat, the two of them could not leave one by one, and had to wait until the forensics officer came over to take over.

If it is in the city, you can find a place to rest during the time before the forensic officer arrives.

In this wild country, you can only rely on yourself to find a way to survive the difficult times.

Fortunately, Luke and the two are prepared to go out now, and there is no shortage of food and water in the car.

Although there is no special wild outing, it can also make the two wait a bit more comfortable.

Selena closed her eyes, basked in the sun, listening to learning materials with her headset plugged in her ears.

Luke organized a lot of expertise for her, from combat to survival, from cities to the wild.

She is listening to the radio just like she is okay now. It is more comfortable to just listen to the text.

Luke didn't sunbathe very much, he just ran Selena back with sunscreen and drank tea to see the information himself.

However, the information he looked at was not so serious. Basically, it was all relevant information about the dark world forces in Los Angeles.

Recently, the frequency of his clean-up operations has been deliberately controlled by him, and he probably kept it as a ticket for five to seven days to avoid being too "hard-working" to have a noticeable effect on his emotions.

Even so, after more than a month, Luke cleared nearly ten gang dens.

For the gang forces in Los Angeles, this number is just a fraction of the odds, but it is gang gangs who can't resist him. The middle tiers of these gangs that have been cleared out control the dozens of people at the bottom .

After he killed these middle layers, hundreds of people at the bottom lost their bosses.

Suddenly lost the direct boss, these little **** began to feel restless.

Some want to take the place of the boss, some want to join other forces, and some want the benefit of muddy waters.

Therefore, these gangs in Los Angeles recently have a bit of uneasiness.

Luke is already thinking about whether to clean the bottom layer of the **** again.

Compared with the dead backbone, these low-level mixed-ups are a bit wanton, because most of them have not yet been educated by cruel reality. When they find an opportunity, they think that they are the second child in the world and want to do something great.

Luke thought about it, and died of three or fifty jumping guys, and the rest could understand it.

If you don't have a brain, you'll be dead, and naturally you will be better off.

As for bringing more crime to Los Angeles, he would not think so.

Organized crime is even more dangerous.

Many of the gangs involved cases are large-scale and persistent, such as trafficking in women, humans, and even organs, or smuggling of arms and illicit drugs.

Small gangsters robbed and wounded people on the streets, but the efficiency of gang line operations is high.

As he thought about it, he ticked red ones after some names on the notebook.

If nothing else, after a while these names will turn into a red ×.

Suddenly, the sound of an engine came from afar.

Luke looked sideways, and found a worn pickup driving past the wasteland not far away and heading further afield.

He was speechless: just in this wild country, are there anyone outing like them?

After a while, the forensics department finally arrived.

When I saw it, I just waved to them and continued to bask in the sun. The two forensics looked envious: "wow, you are so resourceful, you prepared these things in advance."

No one can honestly say how to go to work. Everyone usually goes to work boring. Every day, looking at the corpse and blood, looking at the pleasing beauty, the idiot will make a mess.

Luke grinned and pointed to the boat over there: "If you have finished your work and want to enjoy it, I can lend you two yoga mats, sunscreen is also available. Of course, clothing and towels must be yours. Ready. "

Both forensics are still young, both white males under the age of thirty, and lively in character.

They heard each other and smiled bitterly: "Where do we come to sunbathe? There is still a lot of analysis and reports to do when we go back."

Luke shrugged. "Then I can't help it. I'm not the director of the forensics department. I can't approve fake slips."

The three joked and started working.

The work of attorneys is not too much.

There are not many traces on this boat ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is not much suspicious except for the depression that hit and the dry blood on the beach.

When the members of the forensics department were almost finished, when they were about to leave, the broken pickup that had been driven in the past was back again.

Luke stood on the reef and glanced casually, only to find a boat towed behind this broken pickup.

He froze.

This boat, like the one they inspected, had green edges on a white background, and the name of the restaurant on it-Greer.

Looking at the boat from a distance, Luke found that the bow of the boat seemed to be missing a piece.

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