It is true that this small building has a psychotherapy license, but how many of the guests who come here are willing to be questioned by the police is another question.
"Ah, oh, um, eh, uh~" The door of the first room we passed was not closed.
The young woman looked calm, "This is jiu-jitsu training. It can soothe the nerves and relieve stress."
"Pa pa! Kang mother and baby! Pa pa!" This was the sound coming from the second room with the door open.
The young woman said seriously, "This is caning treatment, and it's very expensive."
Luke looked puzzled: "Does your clientele include women?"
The young woman immediately understood what he meant: "No, the customer is the man."
Luke was speechless.
It may be illegal for a male client to hit a female therapist, but he pays the female therapist to whip him, which... seems legal
Selina was shocked, but she said nothing.
The three of them reached the bottom of the second-floor corridor. There was a playing card pattern of the Queen of Hearts on the door.
The young woman knocked on the door: "Miss Donna, I have something to ask you, please come out for a moment."
After a while, a female voice sounded inside: "Wait a moment."
Luke raised an eyebrow.
The voice, with its rolled-tongue pronunciation, made English sound a little slurred, but it also gave it a distinctly exotic quality.
More importantly, the female voice was lazy and slightly low, like a whisper in your ear late at night.
Luke vaguely remembered a person named Vanessa with charming eyes and long legs.
Of course, it wasn't her voice.
But whether it is Vanessa's electric eyes or this woman's voice, they all give people a strong sense of temptation.
Luke chuckled and patted the young woman on the shoulder: "You can leave first. I don't think you are interested in what happens next, right?"
The woman hesitated for a moment and finally went downstairs, but she still added: "We have a formal license here, please don't make trouble, okay?"
Luke nodded speechlessly.
The first part of the sentence sounded quite righteous, but the last part turned into a gentle plea. Is this... a professional habit
It was not until the woman disappeared at the stairs that the door in front of the two men opened with a slight sound.
Luke made a few gestures with his hands, and Selina obediently leaned back, found a door, and looked over here.
Luke smiled and looked at the woman at the door.
She has long straight black hair that is slightly fluffy, her eyebrows are deeply contoured, and her eyes are big, but the corners of her eyes are pointed and slanted, giving her a bit of a fox-like look.
The upper lip is slightly thin and the lower lip is plump, which looks very seductive.
She opened her mouth and asked, "Are you here... for treatment as well?"
Among the people who come to her for treatment, not many have this kind of appearance and temperament.
Luke chuckled and looked her up and down for a moment: "No, Miss Donna, I'm here to see Mr. Smith."
The woman was stunned: "What Smith?"
Luke chuckled: "He's the one hiding behind the clothes rack next to your door, holding a gun in his right hand and a baby in his left hand. He's a middle-aged white man, six feet two inches tall (about 1.88 meters), with a full beard, wearing a gray-black jacket and jeans. Do I need to continue, Mr. Smith?"
When he said this, his sight seemed to penetrate the wall and looked at a certain location in the room.
The woman in front of the door was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth, and seemed not to know what to say.
Luke glanced at her and sighed in his heart: This is a contestant who can crush Selina!
Her dark red corset made her chest look extremely majestic, while her lower body was covered with black suspender stockings and a pair of high-top black leather boots.
Wow, what a professional psychotherapist!
While he was thinking these irrelevant thoughts, no one in the room said a word.
Luke said directly to Miss Donna in front of him: "Can I ask you a few questions?"
Miss Donna, a woman with a broad mind, nodded unconsciously under his gaze.
Although the young man looked quite friendly, as a "special" psychotherapist, she felt that there was some indescribable quality beneath his friendly appearance.
"Then please go over there and talk with my partner, okay!" Luke signaled to Selina behind him and asked her to pull Miss Donna over.
Luke watched Miss Donna leave before he continued in a calm tone, "Mr. Smith, you had the chance in the park just now, but you didn't shoot us. So I think we can talk."
After another moment of silence, a deep male voice finally sounded in the room: "What do you want to talk about?"
Luke: "That little baby! Because of him, I shot and killed five armed gangsters in the park. An innocent woman was also shot by them and is now in the hospital operating room. I think I have the right to know the cause of all this."
"Haha, you are a policeman." The deep male voice laughed, but there was no joy in it.
Luke: "Is there a problem? You can see my police badge clearly in the park."
"Then you can't control this matter." A deep male voice said: "So, go away."
Luke narrowed his eyes: The police can’t do anything about it
"I have not received any orders not to investigate this case," he replied calmly.
A deep male voice sneered, "Last night, a pregnant woman and more than 20 armed gang members died in an abandoned factory building in the East District. Have you seen the news report? No. I think you will receive a call soon."
At this moment, Luke's phone rang. He looked at it and answered it: "What's the matter?"
After a moment, Luke hung up the phone with an indifferent look.
After hesitating for a moment, he walked into the room in front of him and closed the door casually.
Turning his head to look at the door, he chuckled, "Mr. Smith, it seems you are right. I received a call telling me that the case has been transferred."
By the door, a tall figure stood there, holding a gun in his hand, but not raising it.
Hearing this, Mr. Smith smiled and said, "So I guessed right, but I'm not happy about it."
Luke chuckled and looked up and down the tall man in front of him for a moment: "Yes, me too. Let me ask you a question, you are short of money, right? Maybe you are short of weapons?"
Smith narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"
Luke gave an address, reached into his side pocket, and slowly pulled out a stack of green bills.
"There's an underground utility room in the abandoned factory. There are a few guns in it. I can't use them, so I'm giving them to you. And this..." He raised his hand and threw the stack of bills on the bed: "It's a reward!"
Smith frowned: "What do you mean?"
Luke still smiled: "I am a little curious. So, you find the answer and tell me in the end."
Although he was smiling, his eyes were calm.