One Thousand and Four Chapters The Path of Life, You Need to Choose by Yourself
Damon himself doesn't care.
He has long passed the age of calling friends, and recently he is addicted to comics.
If he hadn't lived and died together with Luke in the hijacking case, he wouldn't have gotten too close to the young man.
Back home, Selena sat in front of the bay window, looking in the direction of New Jersey.
Luke poured two cups of hot chocolate and handed her one: "Still thinking about Damon and his daughter?"
Selena took a sip, and the feeling of not being full just now was suppressed: "Watching them start their lives again, it seems to be full."
Luke: "Personal choice. Look at Dustin, isn't he still struggling in his early forties!"
Selena was speechless.
"It's all personal choice." Luke also sat down and looked at the Hudson River and New Jersey opposite: "If there were no comics as sustenance, Damon might not be able to adapt to this life so quickly. It's Mindy..."
He said this, shaking his head slightly.
Selena also sighed a little: "This girl is..."
Having said that, she stopped.
She wanted to say "ruined", or "crooked", but that didn't seem like a good idea.
Luke: "As far as we're talking, there's nothing to worry about. Damon taught a violent loli that transcends the rules of ordinary people, which is not something to be happy about. Fortunately, he used to be a good policeman, instilling in Mindy There is no error in the concept of good or bad, but the method is overdone.”
Selena looked at his expression: "What arrangements do you have for her?"
Luke shook his head: "On the sidelines, at most give some necessary guidance. Even if she chooses to be an ordinary person when she grows up, that's still good."
Selena wondered: "Have you never thought about training her to be our helper? Her current strength is not too strong, but as long as she is equipped with suitable equipment, ordinary superpowers are not her opponents."
"I chose this path myself." Luke turned to look at her: "You also chose to be with me. Therefore, I will not help her make choices. The path of life is still in my own hands. it is good."
After a moment of silence, he continued: "She will only come into contact with V, and I will not let her know my true identity, so she can withdraw at any time."
Selena stared at him: "So,
I can't quit? "
Luke laughed: "No, you can quit as well. Maybe go back to being a female rancher or something, shepherding sheep and cattle."
Selena frowned: "Huh?"
Luke patted her head: "Because, I don't mind you knowing those things."
Selena snorted, quieted down, picked up the hot chocolate and drank it slowly, looking at the falling snow outside the window, dazed.
Luke didn't say anything, and quietly sat with her by the window, watching the snowflakes fluttering in the sky.
...
Two quiet days passed, and Harley's phone called at noon that day.
"I'm almost done, take Molly to see Kilgrave's body today," she said on the other end of the phone.
"OK, meet outside the authentication center at two o'clock in the afternoon?" Luke agreed without hesitation.
"Okay." Harry said simply.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the two of Luke waited for Harry and Molly's family outside the forensic center.
Seeing Luke again, Molly's father Richard was even more grateful. He took the initiative to hold his hand and thanked him repeatedly. The businessman's shrewdness disappeared without a trace.
Although he is rich, his home is in Boston, and the one he knows the most in New York is a chef. If this kind of person wants to directly affect the NYPD, it is not easy to bring people into the morgue.
And, it must be human.
Luke offered to help without asking for any favors.
In addition to being extremely grateful that he met a good policeman in a movie and TV series, he could only say thank you.
Molly's mother had been standing beside Molly, not stepping forward, but she was equally grateful.
Both Luke didn't care.
They have been working on the case for so long, and many families of the victims were grateful to them when they caught the murderer.
Molly's family can only be regarded as a normal reaction.
Luke didn't mean to delay, just reminded: "I made an appointment with the forensic doctor, we should hurry in, their temper and patience are not very good."
Halle also made a decisive assist: "Yes, their work has been in a backlog all their lives, it's better to be earlier, we can have more time."
After a while, Luke smiled and said to the black female forensic doctor Lanny, "Please, Lanny."
Lan Ni waved her hand indifferently: "It's okay, I still have a report to fill out, you know the rules, call me when I'm done." After speaking, she turned and left.
Luke nodded and watched her leave.
Lanie is Beckett's side of the relationship.
Although John and the others can also find people to help, Luke is too lazy to use these more personal and effective relationships to handle such semi-official affairs.
Beckett had only said before that he could find her if he had something to do, and he used it without hesitation.
The thing of human affection is to have frequent exchanges with each other, and the more times you owe and repay, the more trust and closeness of everyone will be.
At present, as long as he is unfamiliar with other people's favor, he doesn't need to be too tight, the time is right, he can use it when he needs it.
He is too new in the NYPD, and no one will dare to use human favors in a short time to make him do illegal things.
Luke beckoned to Harry by the door, and she brought Molly over.
Molly's parents were left outside the door, neither fit to be in the morgue nor to be present during Harley's treatment.
In the morgue, only Luke, Harry, and Molly were left.
Luke must be present.
This is the rule that the forensic doctor Lannie said just now, otherwise she would have to be there to watch, lest something go wrong.
There are many bizarre things in the world, and even more bizarre things have been identified in the morgue.
Behaviors such as pulling the body out and beating it up can only be regarded as a "normal" abnormal situation, and other theft and destruction of the body are not uncommon.
What's even more bizarre is that the deceased's lost friends wanted to have a farewell party with the corpse, bringing in champagne and cigars for a revelry.
Therefore, the identification of the body must have the presence of a forensic doctor or police.
Luke silently retreated to the door, watching Harry bring Molly to the open drawer-shaped freezer, and after a good deal of coaxing, he finally let her face Kilgrave's body.
Molly, who had been a little stunned, reacted violently, crying and laughing, scolding and beating, kneeling and sobbing and tossing for a while.
Luke just watched silently.
He didn't care about a little scar on the corpse, and neither did Lannie, since Kilgrave's autopsy report came out anyway.
If there is no accident, the unclaimed body will be buried in a public cemetery after a period of time.
Molly's soft rake thumping a few times now, not a problem at all.
He just silently recorded Harry's actions, including the language she guided and the way to adjust Molly's mood during the period.