One Thousand Six Hundred and Forty-Five Chapters Private Life, Hallucinations

Luke patted his head: "So, it's okay for girls to be stupid, the main thing is good character."

Joseph immediately noticed the problem: "Didn't you say look at your face?"

Luke hehe: "You definitely don't want to be ugly. Of course we only discuss beautiful girls."

Joseph was speechless.

After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "Luke, why do you insist on me to practice fighting? This doesn't seem to appeal to girls."

Luke raised his eyebrows and handed him his mobile phone: "Wait for me to hit the sandbag a few times, and you can shoot a short video for me in ten seconds."

Joseph didn't know why, but he obeyed.

Then after Luke started shouting, Joseph took a video of him punching a punching bag.

Luke walked back, watched the video, and thought it was okay.

After all, it's not a photo shoot. In the case of his special control of expressions, he was not photographed by his younger brother in a ghostly manner.

He casually sent this short video to Joseph, and he said, "Show it to the female classmates in your school tomorrow, preferably seniors, and ask them if they are so handsome."

Joseph: ...I have never seen such a brazen person!

No matter what, he did exactly what Luke said the next day.

The result was exactly the same as what Luke said.

When those older sisters saw Luke's video, their eyes lit up, and several of them even flushed with excitement.

Joseph asked suspiciously, "Really handsome?"

Those big sisters all looked at him with surprised eyes: "Of course, look at this strength, and this complete body shape, this is the perfect boy paper!"

In response to this, Joseph could only silently withdraw his mobile phone, turn around and leave.

These girls also wanted him to send a video, but he refused without hesitation: a group of superficial women, not even good-looking. How could Luke like you ugly bean sprouts!

Anyway,

At least Selena.

The one who can keep the savage second sister obedient, looks good and has an explosive body, and obeys Luke's words, this is the perfect girlfriend!

Unconsciously, a certain younger brother was brought on the right path by the elder brother, and he began to correctly recognize the problem of his girlfriend.

...

Huyou brother, teasing little Cindy has a very happy day.

But five days later, Luke himself returned to New York alone.

The fighting training for the younger brother and the visit to the little sister Cindy have all come to an end.

Boss Walter called and said something needed him back.

Because this is a personal entrustment, Selena, who has asked for a big holiday to visit her family, doesn't have to come back, just continue her homecoming trip.

Luke hasn't taken over the private affairs of the police station for a long time, because he is no longer the little police detective two years ago.

Now he no longer needs to do private work to earn scientific research funds, nor does he need to worry about connections, and most cases have nothing to do with superpowers.

If I have to tell my private life, the most recent one was the planting case that Commissioner Nielsen invited to attend Soderbergh's private party.

This time, he accepted this private commission, naturally not because of Walter's face.

Walter is not Dustin, not that great.

But this case sounds a bit interesting, and Luke thinks he can go and see it.

Back in New York, he didn't delay after he got home, and dialed a number directly: "Lindsay, I'm Luke, can I visit your cousin now?"

After saying a few words, he drove out and soon arrived at the apartment building at the intersection of West 88th Street and Central Park Avenue on the Upper West Side.

This apartment building is not like the one on the Clinton side.

On the Upper West Side, next to Central Park, the rent for a decent high-end apartment is much higher than the monthly mortgage payment in New Jersey.

So Luke entered the apartment and sat down in the public rest area on the side of the door. He didn't show the police badge at all, and the security wouldn't let him in directly.

Moments later, a woman got out of a Maybach, waved the driver to find a place to wait, and then trotted toward the apartment.

After entering the apartment door, she immediately looked at the common lounge area.

Seeing Luke, she stepped forward a few steps and stretched out her hand: "Luke, it's great that you can come."

Luke also stretched out his hand, but the other party gave him a half hug.

He was a little surprised, and his left hand, which he didn't intend to move, touched her arm intentionally, as a return gift: "Lindsay, you should be very busy, let's go straight up."

It was Lindsay Soderbergh, the niece of Mayor in New York.

The two knew each other before, but the other party has always been more reserved, and it was just a handshake when they met.

But he came here today, not because of the mayor, but because of the case itself, so there is nothing to be polite.

Lindsay was stunned for a while, then laughed: "Thank you, Luke."

This matter has little to do with her, but it has a lot to do with Mayor in New York City, and it has a lot to do with her family.

She was really in a hurry, and when Luke said this, she thought it was someone being considerate.

Luke didn't care about this, and he didn't hate himself anyway.

He is out of private life, isn't it a matter of course for the other party to be grateful!

The two took the elevator to the twenty-fifth floor and arrived at the door of an apartment.

Lindsay took out a room card, opened the door, and the two entered.

The entrance is a large living room. The furniture is quite modern, but it is messy and sloppy, which is in great contrast to the grade of the apartment.

Lindsay has nothing to be embarrassed about. This is where her cousin Cook lives: "After that incident, in order to avoid affecting the investigation, nothing was moved here."

Luke snorted and raised his hand to stop her who wanted to go inside: "Wait a moment."

The yellow polarizers I put on before I came to scan the living room, and my sense of smell and spiritual power were also turned on at the same time.

After more than ten seconds, his face was calm, but he shook his head in his heart: it seemed that he was running for nothing.

But he didn't say this, just motioned to Lindsay next to him: "Let's go, take me in and see."

This is her cousin's house, and of course he can't be allowed to look around alone.

Lindsay didn't find it strange.

The people who solved the case had a lot of eccentricities, and it was not like they had to hold the cross on their chest and prayed once no one entered the door before starting work.

It's normal for someone like Luke to enter the door in a daze and then start working.

The two walked through the hall and saw various things thrown around on the sofa not far away.

In addition to the normal remote control wine bottles for books and magazines, there are more than two sets of various electric toys, and at least three people's valuable intimate clothing for women.

Obviously, the Cook boy had a good time here before.

Lindsay had been here long ago, and she just looked away with disgust at these things and said nothing.

Luke's eyes stopped for a moment at several places on the coffee table - there was the residual smell of illegal drugs there.

Although the smell is very light because it has been cleaned, it cannot escape his keen sense of smell.

Well, it seems that the case is basically solved. He sighed again in his heart: a young master, fooling around with a group of beauties, had hallucinations when he was too big, this is a very reasonable thing.

Even if Master Cook said he had seen a ghost, many over-medicated people said they had seen it.

It's all hallucinations anyway, and it's normal to exaggerate.