The interrogation had finished by two o'clock in the morning.
Luke greeted his colleagues and headed ho to sleep.
In his previous life, he often worked through the night and could endure it.
Since moving to Los Angeles, his life had beco more disorganized and regulated, and his ability to stay up late had worsened.
The next morning he woke up.
Luke checked the system and discovered that one adventure card was missing from the system warehouse but gained thirty card-drawing opportunities.
Waking up to find a reward ant today was destined to be a good day.
What was he waiting for? Ti to draw!
A selection nu appeared in his mind, with the warehouse interface on the left.
On the right, there was an additional card-drawing interface.
The pointer spun and randomly stopped.
The selected area lit up, one thousand US dollars.
Continue drawing...
After 30 consecutive draws, he had won 27,000 US dollars and 3 cards.
Two of the cards were old, an adventure card and a bullet-proof card.
One new card, a pistol card.
The system warehouse now had 10 reserve cards and 45,000 US dollars in reserve funds.
Adventure cards, 3.
Accuracy cards, 2.
Bullet-proof cards, 2.
Detection cards, 1.
Identification card, 1.
Pistol card, 1.
This card must be related to pistols, and he had another card related to pistols, an accuracy card (which could increase hit rate by 50%).
Although he didn't know the specific function of the pistol card, he speculated there were two likely possibilities: one being it increased pistol power, the other that it assisted with learning gunmanship.
Based on Luke's experience, the latter seed more likely.
He'd research it more when he had so free ti.
...
At the detective bureau.
Benjamin Nasi had already confessed; now it was ti for cri scene identification and to proceed with closing the case.
Yesterday evening, Luke got ho close to three in the morning; having slept late, he woke up late too.
He bought breakfast and brought it to the bureau to eat.
A serving of baozi, a serving of pancakes, and a box of milk.
Little Black was gnawing on a burger beside him, "Wow, Chinese food. These are called baozi; I've had them before, though they're much smaller than what I ate last ti.
What's that called?"
Luke took a sip of milk and swallowed, "Pancake."
Little Black leaned in closer, "Is it tasty?"
"Not tasty."
"Liar, I've seen you eat them before. If it's not tasty, why'd you buy it?" Little Black had a disbelieving look on his face.
"You know why and you still ask?"
Little Black swallowed his saliva and put on a pleasing expression, "Bring one next ti."
"Book one day in advance."
"OK." Little Black's gaze swept around, then he flopped down on David's desk, "But speaking of which, why hasn't David co in today? He's never late."
"He's off today."
Little Black squinted his eyes, "Wow, your chance has co. Want to partner up with ?"
"No, I've got other things to do today. I'll leave right after the eting." Luke declined very straightforwardly.
A few minutes later, everyone went to the eting room for a eting.
Susan yawned and gulped down a large mouthful of coffee, "Luke, go over the interrogation from yesterday."
Luke organized so thoughts and briefly introduced the content of the interrogation.
After listening, Jenny looked puzzled, "The gun that killed Layli Harry belonged to the nanny, Huifang Wang. How did it end up in Benjamin Nasi's hands? Is there any connection between them?"
Luke explained, "The nanny had no relationship with Benjamin Nasi. The nanny bought the gun for Layli Harry, and it was always Layli Harry who used it.
The driver, Badman Pole, was carrying the gun when he went to pay the ransom; unfortunately, the driver was killed in a counterattack, and the gun fell into the murderer Benjamin Nasi's hands, who then used it to kill Layli Harry."
Little Black said, "Benjamin thought himself clever, but actually, he's not right in the head.
Los Angeles is a free city, not owned by anyone. Immigration indeed brings so issues, which can be condemned, corrected, and punished, but such extre thods of retaliation should not be used.
No wonder his wife left him."
The deputy head shook his head, "Don't be too absolute with your words. Everyone obsesses over things in their way. What might seem trivial to you could be a major issue for soone else.
For instance, if soone dares to mock for being old, I'd punch him.
If soone said you were old, you might not react because it doesn't hit a nerve.
If soone said you're ugly, I believe you'd beat him to death."
"Haha..." Everyone laughed.
Little Black, coming to realisation, rolled his eyes, "You bad old man."
After discussing the case, Susan began to give out tasks, "Raymond, Marcus, escort the suspect, Benjamin Nasi, to identify the cri scene."
The assistant team, Jenny, and Matthew organized the archives and materials.
Luke had another task.
...
Downtown Los Angeles.
A taxi stopped at the entrance of an alley, and a pure and attractive Caucasian girl in denim shorts got out of the car.
Chewing gum, the girl in shorts looked around and walked into the apartnt building in the alley.
She took the elevator down to the second basent level, where the air felt significantly more humid.
There was a tal gate on this floor, behind which a young man with black hair sat playing on his phone.
Approaching him, the girl in shorts asked, "What ga are you playing? The characters look pretty."
"King of Glory, want to try?" The black-haired young man was Luke, here today to wrap up yesterday's operation.
A few days earlier, he had downloaded King of Glory, but the network was lagging, the ping was consistently high, which left him frustrated.
Today, he had ti to download an accelerator, and the ping had dropped, making the ga much more enjoyable.
The girl in shorts waved her hand, "No, I'm a gaming idiot. You'd end up hitting ."
Putting away his phone, Luke laughed, "I never hit beautiful won."
"Good taste," the girl in shorts laughed too and pulled out five green bills from her pocket. "I'm here to pick up the goods."
"Na?"
"Elizabeth."
Luke checked in the logbook, "You're early, your docunts won't be ready until tonight."
"I had an appointnt for this afternoon."
"Yesterday, a difficult custor ssed this place up, delaying things a bit."
After thinking for a mont, the girl in shorts pulled out a hundred dollars and handed it over, "Can you hurry it up for ? You know it's not very safe around here at night, and I'm nervous about hanging around alone."
Luke, taking the money, walked around inside the room, "I urged them for you, it should be ready in about half an hour."
"Oh my god, thank you so much," the girl in shorts showed a satisfied smile, then seed to rember sothing, "By the way, I think I saw a Black man last ti I was here."
"Right, Marcus. He was too ugly, so we replaced him,"
Thinking Luke was joking, the girl in shorts didn't think much of it and laughed, "You definitely fit better."
"Hey, I'm idling here, want to chat?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"You're so beautiful, what do you do?"
"Guess?"
After looking her up and down, Luke guessed, "Actress."
"No."
"Model."
"No."
"Such a pity, you're so beautiful, you should give it a try."
The girl in shorts, also enjoying the conversation, casually remarked, "I'm still in school."
"Let guess, Berkeley?"
"No, I wish I could get in, but I'm still in 11th grade."
"You're not of age yet?"
"I'm a year short."
"Why do you need a fake driver's license?"
"Friends invited to bars, but you know, California law says you have to be 21 to drink, so…" the girl in shorts indicated with a knowing look.
Luke sighed lightly, disappointed, having thought he might catch a big fish, only to find a tadpole wishing to be a frog.
"If you can't go to bars, you could drink at ho. Why forge docunts? That's illegal."
"Wow… you really are an interesting person," the girl in shorts laughed sowhat unnaturally. "Is there a bathroom nearby? I need to touch up my makeup, you know how girls are."
"I'm not sure about around here, but I can take you to the police station bathroom."
"fuck!"
The girl in shorts turned and ran, but she didn't get far before returning, as two patrol officers stood in front of her.
As she stepped back, waving her hand, "This is a misunderstanding, I just wanted to go to a bar, I never thought of doing anything bad."
Seeing that Luke was the decision-maker, she turned and pleaded, "We had a nice chat just now, can you help this one ti?"
"I am helping you right now, teaching you a lesson to prevent you from going down the wrong path later," Luke signaled to a female officer to handcuff the girl in shorts.
The girl in shorts shouted, "No, you can't arrest , I'm still a minor."
Luke nodded, "You can call your parents."
"You really can't let go just this once?" the girl in shorts looked pitifully.
Luke remained unmoved.
"Give my money back," the girl in shorts demanded angrily.
"That money is now considered evidence."
The girl in shorts seed to lose hope and glared fiercely at Luke, "You're just a scamr."
"I'm LAPD, fulfilling my duty, enforcing the law legally."
The female officer pulled out paper and a pen, "Hey, girl, who do you want to call?"
The girl in shorts responded irritably, "My mom."
Luke said, "Call your dad."
The female officer nodded, "Yes, detective."
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