Luke patted his head and said, "So, it's okay for a girl to be a little stupid. What matters most is her good character."
Joseph immediately discovered the problem: "Didn't you say look at the face?"
Luke chuckled: "You definitely don't want ugly ones. We are of course only discussing pretty girls."
Joseph was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he changed the subject: "Luke, why do you insist on me practicing fighting? I don't think girls like this."
Luke raised his eyebrows and handed him his phone: "I'll hit the sandbag a few times later, and you can take a short video for me, ten seconds only."
Joseph didn't understand why, but he did as he was told.
Then after Luke yelled start, Joseph took a video of him punching the bag.
Luke walked back, watched the video, and thought it was okay.
After all, it wasn't a photo shoot, and he tried his best to control his expression so that his younger brother wouldn't make him look ugly in the photo.
I casually sent this short video to Joseph, and he said, "Show it to the female classmates in your school tomorrow, preferably seniors, and ask them if they are so handsome."
Joseph: ... I have never seen such a shameless person!
No matter how much he complained in his heart, he really did what Luke said the next day.
The result was exactly the same as what Luke said.
When the older sisters in the higher grades saw Luke’s video, their eyes lit up and many of them even had red faces from excitement.
Joseph asked doubtfully, "Really handsome?"
The older sisters all looked at him in amazement: "Of course, look at this strength and this perfect body shape, this is the perfect boy!"
In response, Joseph could only silently put away his phone and turn away.
These girls even wanted him to send them a video, but he rejected them without hesitation: a bunch of superficial women, not even good-looking. How could Luke be interested in you ugly bean sprouts!
At least it should be like Selena.
The one who can control the wild second sister, has a great appearance and figure, and obeys Luke's words, this is the perfect girlfriend!
A certain little brother was unknowingly led onto the right track by his older brother and began to correctly understand the issue of girlfriend.
…
It was a pleasant time to fool my brother and tease little Cindy.
But five days later, Luke himself returned to New York alone.
Fighting training for his brother and visits to his little sister Cindy have come to an end.
His boss Walter called and said he needed to go back for something.
Because this was a private commission, Selena, who had taken a long vacation to visit her family, did not need to come back and could just continue her journey home.
Luke hasn't taken any private work from the police department for a long time, because he is no longer the little detective he was two years ago.
Now he no longer needs to do private work to earn research funds, nor does he have to worry about connections, and most cases have nothing to do with people with super powers.
If we have to talk about private work, the most recent one was when Commissioner Nelson invited me to a private party hosted by Soderbergh, where he happened to investigate a frame-up case.
This time, he accepted this private commission, naturally not because of Walter's face.
Walter is not Dustin and doesn't have that much ability.
But this case sounded interesting, and Luke thought he could go take a look.
After returning to New York, he didn't delay and dialed a number directly: "Lindsay, this is Luke. Can I go to your cousin's place now?"
After a few words, he drove out and soon arrived at the apartment building at the intersection of West 88th Street and Central Park Avenue on the Upper West Side.
This apartment building is different from the one in Clinton.
It's a high-end apartment on the Upper West Side next to Central Park, and the rent is much higher than the monthly mortgage payment in New Jersey.
So Luke entered the apartment and sat down in the common lounge area next to the door. He didn't even show his police badge, and even if he did, security wouldn't let him in directly.
A moment later, a woman got out of a Maybach, waved to the driver to find a place to wait, and then walked quickly towards the apartment.
After entering the apartment, she immediately looked towards the common lounge area.
Seeing Luke, she took a few steps forward and held out her hand: “Luke, it’s great that you’re here.”
Luke also reached out his hand, and the other party half hugged him.
He was a little surprised, and touched her arm with his left hand, which he had not intended to move, as a return gesture: "Lindsay, you must be very busy, let's go straight up."
The visitor was Lindsay Soderbergh, the niece of a New York mayor.
The two knew each other before, but the other had always been reserved, and they just shook hands when they met.
But he came here today not because of the mayor, but because he was interested in the case itself, so there was no need to be polite.
Lindsay was stunned for a moment, then she smiled: "Thank you, Luke."
This matter has little to do with her personally, but it has a lot to do with the mayor in New York City and her family.
She was indeed a little anxious, and when she heard Luke say that, she thought it was someone being considerate.
Luke didn't care about this, it wasn't like he hated himself anyway.
Isn't it natural that the other party would be grateful to him for doing the private work
The two took the elevator to the 25th floor and arrived at the door of an apartment.
Lindsay pulled out a room card, opened the door, and the two went in.
The first thing you see is a large living room with modern furniture, but it is messy and unkempt, in stark contrast to the grade of the apartment.
Lindsay had nothing to be embarrassed about, as this was where her cousin Cook lived. "After the incident, nothing was moved here to avoid affecting the investigation."
Luke hummed, raised his hand to stop her from going inside, and said, "Wait a moment."
I put on the yellow polarized glasses before coming here and began to scan the living room, while my sensitive sense of smell and mental power were also activated.
After more than ten seconds, his face was calm, but he shook his head in his heart: It seems that this trip was in vain.
But he didn't say this out loud, he just gestured to Lindsay next to him: "Come on, take me in to have a look."
This was her cousin's home, so of course she couldn't let him look around in there alone.
Lindsay didn't think it was strange.
Many people who solve crimes have quirks, and it is not that they have to hold the cross on their chest and pray before starting work when no one comes in.
It is normal for someone like Luke to be dazed when he enters the room and then start working.
The two walked through the hall and saw all kinds of things thrown on the sofa not far away.
In addition to the more normal books, magazines, remote controls and wine bottles, there are also various electronic toys, enough to make up two sets, and valuable women's underwear for at least three people.
Apparently, that Mr. Cook had had a lot of fun here before.
Lindsay had been here before and just looked away with disgust at these things without saying anything.
Luke's gaze lingered for a moment on several places on the coffee table—there was a residual smell of illegal drugs there.
Although the smell was very faint because it had been cleaned, it could not escape his sensitive sense of smell.
Well, it seems that the case has been solved. He sighed again in his heart: It is reasonable for a young master to have hallucinations when he is having fun with a group of beautiful women.
Even though Master Cook said he saw a ghost, many people who overdid it also said they had seen it.
It's all an illusion anyway, so it's normal to be exaggerated in any way.