Nine Hundred and Eleven Chapters a Day of Leisure

Jessica raised her hand and took the set of five keys from the doorknob and tried them. These are indeed the keys for metal doors, and a set of five is standard on most new doors.

So, this is someone who secretly changed the prison door for himself last night, and then left the key thoughtfully? She thought for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and rushed to the sofa in a few steps.

Pulling out the phone in her clothes, Jessica wanted to make a call, but found a new message in the text message.

She opened it subconsciously, saw a brief message, and was speechless.

Miss Jones, to thank you for your clues, I replaced you with a safer door. Don't thank me, you deserve it! —A high school police detective.

The latter name is the contact name Jessica gave Luke.

For this little police detective, her most profound influence was her handsome but immature face.

Of course, now she felt that she should revise her understanding.

"What do I deserve? Is what I deserve just a broken door! You're crazy!" a female detective suddenly roared.

Not to be outdone, the female voice on the roof rang out: "You are crazy, you are crazy every day..."

"Bichi, believe it or not, I'll blow up the door of your house..." A female detective roared unto be outdone.

The world seems to come alive all of a sudden!

...

On the other side, under the early morning sun, Luke and Selena went out for breakfast and went to the Metropolitan Hospital to see Walter, whose condition had stabilized.

A week ago, the dutiful police inspector (lieutenant) was unfortunately attacked by two blood skeleton gang thugs and was seriously injured.

What's more unfortunate is that the two thugs explained that their task was actually to break one of Walter's legs.

As a result, Walter, who was overly alert, resisted at the last minute. The two thugs, impulsively, put two sticks on his head and successfully sent Walter to the ICU.

Fortunately, Walter's recovery is very good at present, and Luke's previously guessed retirement will not happen.

Walter's attending doctor said the patient could be discharged in two to three weeks, with moderate exercise in a month.

This also means that Walter's career is not over, and at the age of 41, he can work for another 20 years.

Walter's recovery was good, but after all, his head was blooming. Luke and the two just greeted him briefly and told him not to worry about the follow-up investigation after the attack.

Walter reached out and held Luke tightly for a moment, then whispered, "Thank you."

He had long known from Ricky that within an hour of the incident that night, Luke and the two arrested the two attackers.

The next day, the gang of the two attackers was caught by Dustin.

In the matter of his attack, the new boss and new colleagues were strong enough, and they didn't mean to perfunctory.

It's one thing for Walter and Dustin to compete for promotion, and it's another thing for his colleagues to back him up. He must thank Luke and Selena, and even his competitor Dustin.

In the afternoon, Luke and the two rarely stayed in the lobby of the police detective station, sitting at the desk to inquire about information.

This is to determine whether there are flaws in the case last night for NYPD, followed by Kim Bing's reaction.

At present, they did a good job last night, and Jin Bing's forces have not moved for the time being.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Luke and the two got off work early and went home.

There is an invitation to Harley's private party tonight at six o'clock.

The two went home early, and they had to complete the daily training schedule before going to the banquet.

It's okay to have fun and leisure, but you have to do all the serious things that should be done. This is a habit that the two have developed over the past year.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Luke took a shower and changed his clothes and went downstairs. He saw the gold nugget who was eating chocolate balls while chasing the drama. He slapped his forehead: forget this guy.

He took out his phone and called Harry: "Well, first ask if you are allergic to dog hair?"

Harry over there just thought about it for a moment, and then said with a smile: "You want to bring that precious golden retriever with you, right?"

Luke: "Well, go out to play without it, it will be sullen for a long time when it knows."

The smile in Harry's voice was obvious: "OK, although I never have a pet at home, you can bring it."

Luke: "Thank you."

Hearing "go out to play", Nugget's ears perked up unconsciously, and when Luke hung up the phone, he sat up and snorted.

Luke: "Okay, they're not allergic to dog hair, so I agree with you to go with us. But you have to eat in moderation. As an old dog eating dozens of pounds of food at a meal, they definitely won't be able to accept it."

Gold Nugget: "Huh?"

Luke: "Okay, let Selena bring you some candy."

Gold Nugget considered it and accepted the suggestion.

As long as you don't chew sugar, you can still top it.

While Luke was chatting with Gold Nugget, Selena also came downstairs.

Today, she dressed up a little, instead of the white shirt and jeans that she usually wears, but the bohemian trousers that Luke bought her, and a rare matching orange-red patterned shawl on her shoulders.

Usually it is not a ponytail, or the long hair that is coiled up is also naturally curly and draped over the shoulders.

"How's it going?" She twisted her body from side to side, showing him her outfit for the night.

Luke: "It's beautiful and casual."

Selena was satisfied, but looked at his outfit: "You're just going like this?"

Luke shrugged: "As a man, you don't need to compare your clothing taste with women."

Selena thought about it too, so she stopped criticizing his laziness.

Unsurprisingly, almost all of the parties at tonight's party are women, and he is not going to flirt with girls, so there is no need to wear too handsome.

The field trench coat and casual overalls are not much different from his usual work clothes.

But with the support of his body and appearance, he often receives phone numbers from enthusiastic girls when he walks on the street, expressing that he is happy to develop a long or short personal friendship with him.

Five minutes to six o'clock, Luke and the two stood in front of a top apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

The annual rent of this kind of luxury apartment is as high as more than 100,000 dollars, which is different from the apartment that ordinary people live in.

If you want to enter this kind of apartment, you have to have a pass, or you have to confirm it in person, and the doorman at the door will let you go.

After saying Harley's house number, the doorman contacted Harley before letting them in.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Luke rang the doorbell, the door opened quickly, and Harry appeared at the door.

"Aren't we late?" he said with a smile.

Harry: "You've got the timing right, come in."

The two entered the house with a dog and gestured to the box in their hands: "Where do you put homemade desserts?"

Looking at the large boxes in Luke and Selena's hands, she asked with some doubts: "Both of them, both?"