Extra: Fantastic Journey 43

Swish! Pfft!

On the newly laid elastic track, the minibus unexpectedly fell for the 25th time.

He was too lazy to get up, so he shouted on the ground: "No, I can't run, I feel like I'm being restrained."

There was no response from Luke.

"Luke?" The minibus turned to look, and saw Luke looking at the phone with a smile on his face.

The minibus wondered: "what's the matter, what's wrong with you?"

Luke put away his phone: "It's not me, it's you."

Minibus: "Me?"

Luke: "Wait, Bruce will come back in person to tell you the good news."

Minibus: ? ? ?

I want to tell you the good news in advance, how did Mr. Wei "win" you? Luke muttered in his heart.

More than ten minutes later, Mr. Wei came back.

Walking to the minibus, who was a little restless, he handed out a folder in his hand: "I was too busy a few days ago, so I didn't have time. This is a small gift to welcome you to the team."

The minibus was really surprised: "Ah, thank you. What is it?"

With a kind smile on his face, Mr. Wei motioned for him to see for himself.

The minibus opened the folder, looked at the first page, and raised his head blankly: "CSI external consultant? I haven't applied for it... uh, did you help?"

Although the words are interrogative, the expression is very sure.

However, he didn't think of the use of this "little gift".

Before the change, the job was really good, but the minibus was still a little self-aware that it was not suitable for me to work in the official organization.

Even if the CSI forensics department is more like a "floor scrubber" with technical support, it is still subject to official management.

Mr. Wei continued to laugh, smiling lightly, and raised his hand to signal the minibus to continue to look behind.

I don't understand this smiling minibus, but Luke has already translated it in his mind-rich,

Just being able to do whatever you want.

Sure enough, the minibus bowed his head in doubt, turned to the second document at the back, his eyes suddenly widened, and his hands trembled slightly.

After a few seconds, he looked up, his eyes were a little red: "Has the investigation of my father's case been restarted?"

Mr. Wei's body was straight under his black coat, and he nodded calmly: "I donated a fund to the GCPD's old case investigation team, and they said they could help."

If it is in the comics, the Mr. Wei in front of the minibus at this moment is not black, but bears a golden light, which is full of $ symbols flying around.

The minibus was very moved, but he was a little tangled in his heart: "This... is it considered a bribe?"

The words were out of his mouth, but he felt it was inappropriate.

Who is Mr. Wei, who needs to bribe the GCPD? I really wanted to get his father out of the minibus, so I found a barrister to apply for parole due to illness, and came out after a short walk.

The cost of this operation may not be as much as his donation to GCPD.

Besides, donations to GCPD also don't meet the definition of bribery.

Mr. Wei smiled lightly: "If it's a bribe, then I should let them go directly. But now... the old case investigation team and CSI are cooperative departments."

The minibus was stunned: "You mean..."

Mr. Wei: "Using GCPD's resources to investigate is much easier than finding it by yourself, and it has legal effect."

The minibus understood and immediately became excited: "Thank you, thank you Bruce."

Master Wei just patted him on the shoulder: "Everything will be fine, just work hard." After speaking, he turned around and left.

The minibus stood there and was excited for a while before calming down. He turned his head and saw Luke, who had resumed work next to him: "Hey, Bell, I may not have time to do this recently."

Luke didn't care: "It's okay, I'll accompany you to prison later."

Minibus: ? ? ?

...

Sitting on Luke's black SUV, the minibus finally couldn't help: "Are you worried about me?"

Luke started the car, set the destination, and let the car drive automatically.

Then, he took out a large paper bag from the storage box in the passenger compartment: "Sandwich, or?"

The classmates of the minibus known as the food black hole refused to come. They reached out and took one from the inside, peeled off the wrapping paper and took a bite, and then said vaguely: "Actually, I can go by myself."

He just doesn't like to be in contact with ordinary people, and he's not a fool.

Whether Master Wei, Luke, or even Diana, their attitude towards him is a bit like a little brother.

Although this feeling of being cared for is good, it also makes him a little embarrassed as an adult.

Luke: "Bruce solved the formalities for you. I should help you a little bit."

Looking at the tangled expression of the minibus, he no longer sold off: "I used to work as a police detective, and I have some personal skills in solving cases. Your father's case has passed for so many years, and it needs some external help to recall a certain some overlooked details."

The minibus opened his mouth wide: "You? Detective?"

Luke chuckled: "If you don't believe me, I can say it again with Diana coming back with her noose. I did work as a police detective, and I was in the homicide squad."

Minibus: ... This is so professional, it's so right! Isn't his father the one who was found to have killed his mother and was wrongfully imprisoned!

Luke also ate a sandwich himself and explained casually: "Actually, I have seen the file of your father's case. As long as you find a barrister and find a few loopholes in the police evidence, you can be released in at most half a year."

The minibus is tangled.

He thought so, but Dad didn't.

Carrying the name of "suspected" of killing his wife and coming out as an "extrajudicial madman", it is not a good thing for the father who has lost his fighting spirit.

Similar to someone who was convicted of "strong (female) crime", and was finally released due to insufficient evidence in the lawsuit.

Most of the people who heard about it still think - this person is a quasi-strong (female) criminal.

Unless this crime is completely cleared, for the decadent Barry's father, everywhere is a prison.

"However, after discussing with Bruce, I feel that you must give your father a clear explanation." Luke's words interrupted the minibus's worries: "So I will temporarily wrong him during this time and continue to stay in prison."

If the case can be completely reversed, the minibus will feel wronged and nodded again and again.

But after he was in prison, he realized that he underestimated the ability of money.

The two sat on the comfortable leather sofa, with the captain of the prison guard standing next to him, but his attitude was respectful, and his face was obviously attentive: "Mr. Bell, are you satisfied with this separate reception room? I need a drink for you. coffee?"

Luke didn't answer, but raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, and then waved for the minibus pretending to be his assistant.

The minibus also had a serious face, walked to the small table in front, and put an extremely high-end suitcase on it with a bright silver shell.

The box was scanned when it came in, and there was no metal or suspicious objects in it. The captain of the prison guard, who had not seen the scanned screen, looked sideways curiously.

As a result, the minibus took out a complete set of... bone china tea sets, including the teapot.

Then, a thermos for black tea.

Finally, there is a three-tier pastry rack that is folded and stacked in the middle with isolation measures.

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