Chapter Nine Hundred and Seventy-Eight Trouble 1 Family

Selena looked over, but found no one.

Luke pointed at any time: "It's a bit of a coincidence that both of their cars are over there."

Even so, the two of them didn't care too much.

This 50-story high-rise building houses more than 100 companies.

Even if some people work in this building for a few years, they may not meet once.

The two groups of people handling the case are in the same building, maybe dozens of floors apart.

Waiting for the elevator to go to the thirty-second floor, the two found a hall with a sign at the door that said: "Despair" - Monroe-Peterson Art Exhibition.

Luke nodded: "It should be here."

The two walked into this place that was used as an exhibition hall, and looked at the few spectators inside, and there was a series of quarrels that were tried to keep them down, but they were raised again and again.

After bypassing the display wall at the door, the two entered the hall, and saw the corner against the floor-to-ceiling window, two pairs of men and women were arguing on both sides.

Well, this statement is a bit ambiguous.

In fact, it was a young girl and a middle-aged couple who were arguing, and behind the girl stood a middle-aged man with long, unkempt hair, but he just raised his head, looked out the window, and said nothing. The quarrel beside him seemed indifferent.

The two of Luke looked at each other, helplessly pulled out the police badge wallet and hung it in front of them, and walked over.

It was Luke who said first, "Excuse me, who called the police?"

The woman in the middle-aged couple immediately turned her head: "What are you doing in the police station? Only now have people been sent..."

At this time, she was angry and finally saw Luke's face clearly, and the complaints that she wanted to pour out were suddenly interrupted.

Luke had a faint smile on his face.

This is actually his typical expression at work.

The smile is neither too friendly, but not alienating, with a polite, warm, but not overly attentive attitude.

This smile was like boiled water that was slightly warm but not scalding, causing the middle-aged woman's raging anger to suddenly drop sharply.

The middle-aged man beside her was a little bit more emotionally controlled,

At this moment, he said, "It was my wife who called the police."

Luke hummed, nodded and asked, "Is that Mrs. Aurora Soderbergh?"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, but nodded: "Yes."

Luke followed the procedure to determine the identity of the reporter before continuing to ask, "Excuse me, who is the scammer you mentioned when you reported the case?"

At this moment, the middle-aged woman O'Laura finally woke up from her brief stupor, and raised her hand almost without thinking to point to the opposite side: "It's this man, grab him quickly."

This pie is really rich! Luke was amused, but he said, "Mrs. Soderbergh, unless this gentleman is a wanted criminal, we have no right to arrest him until the judge issues an arrest warrant."

Aurora was choked again, and immediately changed her words: "He beat me, and now you arrest him immediately and wait until the police station for interrogation."

As soon as she said this, the girl opposite her immediately called out, "Mom, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man beside O'Laura also smiled wryly, took his wife's arm, and dragged her behind him: "I'm sorry, my wife is a little emotional, and the two detectives don't need to pay attention to her words."

Luke still had a smile on his face: "May I ask who you are?"

"Jeffrey Soderbergh." The middle-aged man said, pointing to the girl opposite him by the way: "This is my daughter, Lindsay Soderbergh."

Turning his fingers slightly, he pointed to the middle-aged man behind the girl: "This is Monroe Peterson, who is "supposedly" a painter."

In his tone, the second half of the sentence was slightly accentuated, and there was an obvious sarcasm in his expression.

Luke secretly praised in his heart: At least this man is not that stupid.

Rich people, of course, have a strong position over the police.

But this is only a conclusion drawn from the overall probability.

In the actual case handling process, it is not uncommon for a rich second generation who drives a sports car with millions of dollars to be stopped by a small policeman to issue a ticket.

The proportion of the rich and arrogant people in the police group is not used to it, and it is not lower than the proportion of ordinary people.

There are even some police officers who will issue top fines.

This is the simple public thinking of "Aren't you rich? Then make more contributions to society".

Now, Luke's performance after entering the door has clearly "hinted" Jeffrey, he is not here to be a rich man's thug - at least not on this occasion.

This is Jeffrey's idea.

In fact, even with Jeffrey's logic, he is poorer than Luke, and he is not qualified to make Luke a "thug".

While suppressing his maddened wife, Jeffrey said: "We suspect that Mr. Monroe Peterson has used improper means to gain the trust of our daughter and make her pay a huge sum of money for the venue. The rental fee, so we want to go back to the police station with him to investigate."

He said it quite cleanly.

There is no direct bossing like Aurora, but the so-called "return to the police station together".

When they get to the police station, they can make use of the millions of dollars they donate every year, without having to pass the little police detective who is not easy to talk to.

Rather than communicating with the two lower-level detectives here, Jeffrey would rather make a tacit deal with the upper-level police department.

Compared with his wife Aurora, Jeffrey's anger towards the man who deceived his daughter was even more fierce.

As long as evidence is found, he will not hesitate to send it to prison.

What bullshit painter, what bullshit abstract expressionism, go to jail and spend sunflowers if you can.

Luke did not stop this request.

If the other party insists, he really has to do it.

If he doesn't do it, then another patrolman will do it.

Rich people will always find cops willing to be thugs.

He looked at the man behind the girl. "Mr. Monroe-Peterson, what do you think of what Mr. Soderbergh said?"

Monroe finally turned his head, looked at him, and suddenly laughed.

That smile seemed a bit empty, like a self-deprecating smile in the air: "No."

Luke shook his head in his heart.

His telepathic communication has found that the painter's mental state is not normal.

To say that neurosis is excessive, but it is not the same as a normal person's awake state.

It seems that most of Monroe's thoughts are floating in the unknown world, but only a small part is still in reality.

Luke suspected that when he replaced the question just now with "Aren't you taking medicine?" Monroe would say "no".

He could only nod: "Then please come back to the police station with us."

Lindsay, the girl who stood in front of Monroe, became anxious: "Wait, his mental state is not very good these days, how can he enter the police station? What he needs more is to rest, or go to the hospital."

O'Laura couldn't help but drank again: "I think he can go to a mental hospital, and I can pay all the medical expenses and let him be cured in it until he gets better."