Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke smiled: "If anything is found, we will tell the acquaintances in the police station and help them bring the killer to justice. You don't really want to kill the killer with your gun, grandpa?"

Drex looked at his grandson's smiling face, but reluctantly compromised: "Okay. Then Joseph ..."

"Just let Ferreira take him and watch TV in the hotel," Luke said, calling out Joseph.

The little guy got out of the room, his eyes flashing with questioning.

He had been watching Luke and Drakes talking in the room just now.

Sure enough, Luke went off the horse, and Grandpa stopped getting angry.

Luke quietly gave Joseph an OK gesture: "Ferrera comes and you watch TV in the room. I'll go with Grandpa to see the situation."

Joseph gave a sigh of relief, relieved.

Grumpy Drakes drew his gun when he didn't agree. Milker Luke should not.

Well, at least Joseph thought so.

More than ten minutes later, Joseph was taken over by the veterinarian Ferreira, and Grandpa Luke went out.

Luke sat in the driver's seat, the ignition started, and sighed in his mouth, "You have modified it again? It feels easier."

This Raptor pickup is Drake's favorite car, so Luke the grandson can get started.

Robert had played the car for the first time twice, and the old man's face was drawn to the elder, and Robert did not touch it with interest.

Although he was in a bad mood, Drex couldn't help laughing: "You can't feel it, you have improved recently."

Luke shrugged: "Now I'm at work, I drive every day, and occasionally I have to add a little thing to my car. I can't improve without progress."

Drex patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Yes, this is the child of our Coulson family."

Luke laughed and said nothing.

In Drake's three views, men should like cars, guns, and women.

Of course, he felt that the importance of the three should be reduced from front to back.

Cars come first, women last.

Compared to when he was in middle school, Luke now deals with cars and guns every day. The last woman ... well, there is no shortage of wanting to come.

Drakes was also a handsome boy when he was young, and even if he was hot, many girls liked him.

As a child of his family, Drakes felt that as long as Luke did not have a problem with orientation, women would not be less.

Haven't you seen two girlfriends for a long time without seeing the start of Joseph Kindergarten!

The men of the Coulson family will definitely not lack women.

Of course, Luke deliberately talked with the old man about these things he was interested in, distracting him, so that the old man was not bored in his life.

Grumpy people are not good at this, others say no more.

However, the old man did not have any precautions against Luke, and soon calmed down under Luke's basic hypnosis and spiritual communication.

Although the death of his old friend was still very sad, he no longer had the idea of ​​pulling out a gun before.

After hearing the case introduced by Drex, Luke knew that the problem in this case was very big.

The old man wanted to go to the court to find the murderer himself, and he would never agree.

In simple terms, Drakes and his old friend Bradley are fellow citizens, and they have been playing from old to big old iron.

Later, the old man joined the army to fight, and then went home to marry his wife and children, and run the ranch.

The old friend Bradley came to Dallas, mixed streets and streets, used to be a rioter, played rock and roll, and finally made a fortune, and opened his own bar.

Bradley has means and a little ability to be a person. When he was young, he made a lot of connections in the **** angels of the runaway tribe.

After opening the bar, he no longer touches the internal affairs of Hell's Angel, but will still provide some convenience to the people of Hell's Angel, and also make the bar maintain a good profit.

Therefore, from time to time, there are small gatherings of **** angels in the bar.

Of course, the bar has always been open to the outside world, and it is not a ganghouse.

In fact, with a resume like Bradley, it's no surprise that he died someday, and Drex won't have to avenge him.

But at that bar last night, the boss Bradley brought two bartenders, and more than a dozen members of the Hell Angels who drank inside were all dead.

If gangs really seek revenge, they will definitely use cold weapons or guns.

Oddly, none of these people in the bar died of these two things last night.

Nearly twenty of the deceased were all weird, most of them were in their respective positions, but their expressions suddenly died like a sudden pause.

Even more weird is that all the dead were blue.

Initial autopsy by the police revealed that they had all died of sulfur poisoning.

Only a large amount of sulfur can cause this poisoning phenomenon-such as burying people in the sulfur heap.

The situation in the bar is not like this, but more like something that has become too murderous or cultists have made it. Normal people will not use this troublesome and weird method to kill people.

Outside the bar with the yellow warning line, Drex waved to a man in a suit: "Little Jack, come here."

This forty-year-old white man, "Little Jack", looked helpless: "Drex ... Uncle, just call me Jack. Once this case is clear, I will call you, you don't have to run it yourself Yes. "

Drex snorted. "Your police must follow the rules when dealing with cases. People who do this don't follow the rules."

Having said that, he raised his hand and patted Luke's shoulder: "This is my child, Luke. Los Angeles Squad Detective."

Looking at Jack's expression, Drex sneered impatiently: "Come on, he's not assured and I'll come together. He will also find out the clues and tell you that you think carefully about keeping them and going home Think slowly."

Jack nodded wryly: "Come in, just don't touch the contents inside, the forensics department hasn't finished the work yet."

Luke: "Okay, Jack." Followed Jack and walked into the bar.

All the corpses in the bar have been removed, but the forensics officers are still lighting the night to conduct a detailed investigation of the entire bar.

Based on the size of the bar and the number of mobile people ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is bound to be a big project, and it would be nice to get it done in two or three days.

Luke frowned.

For him, this is definitely one of the worst scenes.

Just a rough analysis, he determined that at least 150 people had entered and exited the scene in the past two days.

These include police officers, forensics officers, ambulance personnel, as well as reporters and various idlers, etc. The staff of the bar itself moves frequently and the smell is disturbing.

However, Luke had long been accustomed to a keen sense of smell.

He simply distinguished between many odors, picking out the ones that most mixed with sulfur.

These odors may belong to the dead, and then they will have their own odor mixed with sulfur.

After a while, he looked at Jack: "Are you sure, there are only eighteen dead?"