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At this glance, O'Laura almost wanted to get angry again, but was pulled hard by her husband Geoffrey's hand hidden behind her.

She suddenly woke up.

In any case, the daughter is willing to go home, that is at least an improvement.

What will happen in the future, you can take it slowly.

Luke saw that the two sides had basically reached a compromise, and smiled: "Well, by the way, do you need me to provide a third-party psychiatrist? She is very good."

The family of three turned their heads in unison: Are you a policeman or a doctor?

Although the family expressed doubts about Luke's profession for the first time, Lindsay just hesitated slightly, and agreed to let him introduce a doctor, and asked that it is best to come to the police station immediately and give Monroe a preliminary diagnosis.

Inexplicably, she had a kind of trust in this indifferent and peaceful little police detective.

Moreover, a few words that Luke seemed to say inadvertently also reminded her.

If a formal mediation record was left at the police station, some of her parents' tactics would be less useful.

Lindsay's brain is not stupid, and it is even because she is too smart that she is so valued by her parents.

She also doesn't think Luke's behavior is like the manpower arranged by his parents. Although there is no direct evidence, she is inexplicably convinced of this.

The psychiatrist introduced by Naluke is of course more reliable than her finding a doctor afterwards.

She knows too well the energy of her parents in New York. If she can replace the doctor with their person, Monroe will definitely be in bad luck.

In less than half an hour, the high-heeled shoes clacked all the way and stopped in front of the door. The door opened, and a black-framed girl with big blond hair and wavy eyes appeared in front of everyone.

The whole family was stunned.

Lindsay opened her mouth to say something in astonishment, but suddenly closed her mouth forcefully, a look of joy flashing in her eyes.

The blonde with black-rimmed eyes glanced at everyone and nodded to Luke as usual: "Hello, Detective Coulson, who is the object of the consultation?"

"Hello, Dr. Harry." Luke smiled and gestured to Monroe over there: "That's the one. But how to consult, you need to negotiate with these three, they have some special requirements."

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He went out wisely, and gave Beckett a wink before going out.

After the two came out and closed the door, he whispered to Beckett: "When Monroe's consultation begins, you can talk to Lindsay about your case first, I think there should be a slight chance of her agreeing. Don't get your hopes up in Monroe, his mental state is really bad."

Beckett nodded, still couldn't help but be curious: "Have you studied psychology concurrently in college?"

Luke glanced at her strangely: "I taught myself a little, but I didn't have the chance to go to university to learn this."

Beckett snorted: "Thank you, Luke. You can find me in the future."

That's what it means to remember his little favor.

These colleagues of the Police Detective Bureau are also very different from each other.

Without this kind of human relationship, many things will not be agreed to by others.

Like Luke asked John and Joe for help a few days ago, then the next time they asked him for help, he would have to do it.

However, everyone is very clear about the level of this kind of favor. The favor of Beckett is much smaller than that of John.

Because that is to use personal relationships to help, but this is just a small favor on business.

And just the sentence she asked Luke just now made him understand: This big girl is still tender.

At least, the line Walter→John→Joe is not too familiar with her, otherwise she would not know Luke didn't go to college.

Even she didn't pay enough attention to the gossip inside the police station and Luke, otherwise it would be easier to find out about Luke being only nineteen.

But, that's not a bad thing.

A person who focuses on work and doesn't care about gossip in the office may not be so easy to get a promotion and a salary increase, but it is much more comfortable to get along with than an amateur "underground intelligence officer" colleague.

Luke went around Dustin's office and informed him that everything was under control.

Dustin is suspicious: "Are you sure?" It's so easy to get it done, is this family famous for their tossing to the point of NYPD!

Luke: "With luck, this time things can really stop. If you're unlucky... maybe it can stop for a week or two."

As long as the family is arguing at home, the entire NYPD doesn't care how many family dramas it will stage.

Even Luke, most of the family disputes handled by police detectives were either serious injuries or fatalities. Such purely emotional disputes were basically never dealt with.

A middle-aged orphan who didn't marry a wife himself was even more impatient than Luke for such a shitty affair of a rich family.

Dustin just cared: "What if they drop the donation limit?"

Luke pondered for two seconds before answering: "Even if it falls, it may not be on my head."

Dustin was speechless, raised his hand and pointed: "Go away."

Because he found out that he did ask a silly question.

There is no need for this kind of thing, it is indeed easy to happen, but the troubled family has experienced police mediation seven or eight times.

Even if next year's donation to the Soderberghs is modest, who's to say what offended them.

This is not ancient times, and it is impossible for the above-mentioned bigwigs to hold all suspected responsible persons accountable for trumped-up charges.

The law does not blame the public for this kind of thing, and it is the same in the United States.

When he came out, Luke looked at the interrogation room. Javier was the only one left at the door. It should have been Beckett's harvest.

With more than expected efficiency, he solved the family's troubles, and he no longer stayed at the police station.

Sending a text message, after waiting another ten minutes, he got up and went out.

At the door, I found a taxi and got on it. The driver smiled and said, "In a hurry today?"

Luke also smiled and stuffed the fare: "Of course... Don't be in a hurry. Please keep your "airplane" at the lowest speed. It's snowing today."

"My car can be switched to the snow-only mode at any time." Bell in the driver's seat nodded regretfully: "I saw your text message, I thought I had a chance to chase the suspect racing like that time."

Luke expressed helplessness about this: "This is basically a plot that only exists in film and television works, right? Most of the time, the police drive their own cars."

Bell thinks too.

The last time Luke rented her car to arrest someone, he was a LAPD detective.

LAPD came to New York to arrest people without a car, such an opportunity is indeed rare.

Even though there was light snow in the sky and the ground was slippery, Bell arrived in the Clinton area in just over ten minutes.

Luke and Bell waved goodbye and entered... Nelson Murdoch law firm.

It's snowing outside today, there are still many people in the office, and most of them look happy.

Luke knew why.

The rebuilding program has been launched, and the first trial run of renovation teams has officially started repairing homes for multiple severely damaged families.