It was past six in the evening when Luke got off work.
It's not that he didn't want to work overti, but he had chosen today to move houses.
Originally, he had thought about inviting family and coworkers over to his house for a gathering, but with the urgent case, it would have to wait.
Although he didn't have many possessions, his Harley motorcycle definitely wouldn't fit, so he borrowed David's car to move.
He first went to Daisy's house, then to his mother's, and moved everything to his new ho in Rui Du Community.
The new ho had been professionally cleaned and was fully furnished, so he could move in imdiately.
Luke walked around the house a few tis, growing fonder of it with each lap.
The master bedroom was spacious and comfortable, complete with an en-suite bathroom for soaking baths.
The guest bedroom was still empty; it could be used as a guest room or converted into a ho theater.
He also planned to buy so kitchenware and condints, and definitely a barbecue grill. Having his own little yard to invite family and friends over for barbecue and beer every now and then was one of the great joys of life.
He would acquire these items gradually during his free ti.
Luke ordered fried chicken takeout and chilled beer.
At last, he achieved the ideal life of lying on the sofa, watching TV, eating fried chicken, and drinking beer.
One must have dreams, for they just might co true.
The next day, he woke up.
Luke still felt an almost surreal sensation.
Having his own detached courtyard in an international tropolis was sothing he wouldn't have dared dream of in his previous life.
He achieved this within a month after crossing over.
Luke poured himself a cup of coffee and stood in the yard, breathing in the fresh air. He planned to buy a set of tea ware and a bamboo-woven round table soon, to enjoy tea in the yard as well.
Most residents in this community were from Huaguo, along with so Caucasians; he hardly saw any Black people.
At eight in the morning, Luke drove to the community square where the breakfast shops were already open.
There were pancakes, soup dumplings, fried breadsticks, tofu pudding, soy milk...
Luke started to salivate.
Although burgers were nice, they were not sothing to eat every day; Huaguo snacks offered much more variety.
Luke ordered a portion of soup dumplings, a breadstick, a tea egg, a serving of tofu pudding, and so complintary pickles, savoring every bite.
He had an illusion as if he had returned to another space and ti.
...
At ten in the morning.
Robbery and Murder Departnt, Squad One.
Mary from the cri scene investigation team entered the office. "Everyone, the cri scene report is out."
The deputy chief smiled and said, "We've been looking forward to this; got any good news?"
"There are so clues, but whether they're good or not is for you to decide." Mary placed a docunt on the projector. "These are the shoe prints we collected at the cri scene, thick-soled tread shoes. Based on the size of the shoes, we estimate the suspect's height to be between 178cm and 188cm."
Luke stroked his chin, recalling the identification card's shoe print data.
[Shoes, thick-soled tread shoes
Gender, Male
Height, 180-185CM
Weight, 85-90 kilograms
Age, between 40 and 45 years.]
Just regarding height, the identification card was twice as precise.
Such data could not be considered the sa, not even by an inch; it was worlds apart.
Luke asked, "I heard that Huaguo has a footprints identification technique that can determine height, weight, age, and physical characteristics based on shoe prints alone.
Can our forensic technology do that?"
Mary replied, "I've also heard of this thod, but it relies heavily on personal experience and technique, making it difficult to form a systematic and objective identification pattern. With the advancent of technology, it might be possible in the future, but for now... it's challenging."
"OK, just asking out of curiosity."
Mary changed the slide on the projector. "Huaguo indeed has aspects of footprint identification that are worth learning from.
However, in terms of bullet trace identification, we are the best.
After comparing bullet traces, we found the pistol that killed the victim.
Purchaser, Huifang Wang
Pistol model, SIG Sauer M11 Pistol, magazine capacity of 13 rounds
Purchase date, January 13, 2022
Social Security number, 623-56-7578
Jenny looked surprised. "Wow... such a familiar na."
The deputy chief pondered for a mont. "The victim's housekeeper?"
Luke nodded. "Yes, I just took her statent yesterday."
"She said the victim was a good person, and insisted that I catch the killer,"
The deputy chief laughed, "Life is essentially a farce; you just get used to it."
...
A black Dodge drove into the Lanqi community and stopped in front of a white two-story villa.
Luke and David got out of the car.
The two entered the yard and approached the front door, where they were greeted by a blue iron gate.
Luke smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "I'll leave it to you."
David gauged the thickness of the iron gate and honestly knocked on the door, "Bang bang."
No one responded.
"Bang bang..."
Still no response.
The two walked around the house, peering through the windows, but still saw no sign of anyone.
David asked, "Any findings?"
"No."
David glanced around, "She couldn't have run away, could she?"
Luke said, "Just because the pistol is hers doesn't an she's the killer; there might be sothing else going on."
"Hey, don't be deceived by a suspect's appearance. So criminals are very good at disguising themselves, making you think they're weak and harmless. In the end, they might deliver a fatal blow."
"Sounds like you've had similar experiences."
"I'd rather not talk about it; it's not a good mory," David pointed in the distance, "There's a little girl selling sothing over there. Let's ask her; maybe she knows Huifang Wang's whereabouts."
Not far away, a roadside drinks stand was manned by a ten-year-old Asian girl.
David squeezed out what he considered a friendly smile, "Hey, beauty, how's business?"
The girl looked at them warily, "Actually, not so great, I haven't opened yet. Do you need sothing?"
David flashed his badge, "Don't be nervous, we're police."
The girl smiled, "Hello, officers! What would you like to drink? I can give you an 8% discount. That's only 8 cents for two cups."
"Thanks, but no, I'm looking to ask you about sothing." David pointed at the nearby house, "Do you know the woman who lives here?"
"Are you talking about Grandma Wang?"
"Yes, Huifang Wang. Do you know where she is?"
"I know."
"Great, can you tell ?"
After looking at David and then at Luke, the girl answered decisively, "No."
"Why?"
"Because I haven't opened for the day yet."
David shrugged, "What does that have to do with ?"
"You're right, your business doesn't concern either."
"Heh." David laughed helplessly, "If I buy your drink, will you then tell where Huifang Wang is?"
"Deal."
"OK, two cups," David pulled out a US dollar.
"Two cups cost 2 US dollars."
"Isn't that not the price you just ntioned?"
"Everything has its added value, doesn't it?"
"Are you trying to extort a police officer?"
"I'm just doing business. If you don't think it's appropriate, you don't have to buy."
"Promising. You could be the next Soros," David slapped two dollars on the table.
"Thanks for the complint, but I don't like Soros. My idol is Elizabeth Holm."
David smiled, "Precise goal setting. I hope by the ti you grow up, I haven't retired yet. Maybe we'll et again."
"Take your drinks, and feel free to co back another ti."
David took the drinks and handed one to the nearby Luke, "You still haven't told where Huifang Wang is?"
"Just walk straight ahead, and you'll find her at a Sichuan-style restaurant. Their saliva chicken is very tasty, and the stead pork is not bad either. My favorite is Kung Pao chicken," the girl swallowed audibly,
"Want to show you the way?"
"You'd better continue your grand business." David raised his glass in a toast, and they got into the car.
David took a small sip, savoring the taste, "It's quite unique," he looked down, "This is the first ti I've had this white drink."
Luke laughed, "It's called soymilk, a beverage from Huaguo."
David took another sip, "Not bad."
Soymilk, I like it."
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