Luke was stunned and pointed at himself: "Me, am I also an old friend?"
Apart from handling the case, how many words did he say to Margaret? Probably two "hello"s and three "byebye".
Harry smiled, and even the black-framed glasses could not block the provocative look in her eyes. The corners of her bright red lips curled up high: "You are indeed not familiar with her, but she knows a lot about her savior."
Luke chuckled: "It's just a job to make a living."
As soon as he said this, he was provoked by Harry's eyes again.
Luke had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.
This beautiful lady is really hard to resist.
If it was that kind of blatant hookup, he really wouldn't take it seriously.
With his current appearance, he would meet a girl who would approach him every now and then, even though he never went to bars or entertainment venues.
If he went to those nightlife venues more normally, then the treatment of every three or five days would become three or five times a night.
Unfortunately, this little action of Harley's was very subtle.
A man who is too sentimental will definitely think that she is hinting at him.
However, Luke, a man with a strong sense of defense and the ability to communicate with others, knew very well that this was just an unintentional act on her part.
This girl with big wavy blonde hair always exudes charm unintentionally and unconsciously. She is what the Chinese saying goes, "natural beauty".
Add to that the capable and eye-catching pink suit under her open white coat, the large black-framed glasses on her face, the briefcase in her hand, and her identity as a psychologist, and the destructive power is too great.
If it were Luke, the pseudo-otaku in his previous life, his mind would definitely be filled with blockbuster titles like "Forbidden Disease X" and "Special Psychiatric Examination Record".
Now, he didn't want to cause any trouble with this person.
After all... it's too familiar, so I feel embarrassed to start.
At 7:30 in the evening, shortly after Luke and his partner finished dinner and were preparing for tonight's activities, one of his cell phones rang.
He took it and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He answered it casually: "Who?"
This mobile phone of his is a private number used for work. It is sent to parties involved in certain cases, witnesses, and informants, so this phone often receives calls from unfamiliar numbers.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then a female voice came: "It's Jessica."
Luke stopped what he was doing and said, "Good evening, Miss Jones. What can I do for you?"
Jessica: "You want to know about Kilgrave? Come to my office now."
Luke: “OK.”
Jessica got the answer and hung up the phone without saying anything.
Luke stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said to Selina who was reading the information next to him: "Tonight's operation is suspended. You should have a good rest."
Selina didn't even raise her head: "Which woman is looking for you again?"
Luke: "...Jessica Jones, the private investigator who likes to beat people up."
Selina finally raised her head: "Has she figured it out?"
Luke shrugged. "I don't know. But if there are no new clues, the information she has is not important. After all, Molly has said enough. I will be back around ten o'clock tonight."
Selina glanced at him sideways: "Are you sure?"
Luke smiled: "I'm sure."
A moment later, Luke walked out of the house wearing a gray and black hooded sweatshirt and a black baseball cap.
Selina watched him go away from the one-way glass in the living room on the second floor. She rolled her eyes and said, "Gold Nugget, grab your stuff and get out."
Lazily lying on the carpet in the living room, with his head resting on the small pillow in the doghouse, he was stunned when he saw a certain dog on the yellow TV station, and turned his head: "Ah?"
Selina: "He said we can rest, but he didn't say we have to rest."
The gold nugget jumped up, and its eyes glowed green: "Mmm?"
Selina: "When we act alone, the gains are always 50-50, ok?"
Looking at a dog head who was excitedly nodding, she couldn't help but complain: "Luke has been teaching you the multiplication table for three months, but you still keep reciting the wrong numbers. Every time you divide the money, I have to calculate it for you. You can't even count the money, I don't know why you need so much money."
Gold Nugget lowered his head in shame: "Aww~"
Selina laughed and rubbed its head casually: "Okay, I'm not saying you're stupid, I just want you to stop caring so much about money."
Because you are really stupid, it doesn't matter whether I say it or not. She silently finished off the enemy in her mind, and the man and the dog went to the basement to change equipment.
Here, Luke walked quickly and headed northeast for four blocks before entering an old apartment building near Central Park.
Having checked Jessica's information, he knew that the pseudonymous agency was here.
He was powerless to complain about the name of this firm: Or did Miss Jones want to tell clients openly that this firm was just a pseudonym for her
He went up to the fourth floor and found an apartment at the end of the corridor according to the house number. Looking at the place where the door glass was supposed to be, which was sealed with cardboard, he nodded in his heart: This is indeed very Miss Jones' style.
Luke knocked on the door twice, but there was no movement from inside.
But he was not in a hurry, because Jessica was inside, but her condition was a little... rotten
This is the only word that suits this person.
After waiting for a while, he knocked on the door twice again, but the person inside still showed no intention of getting up.
Luke sighed, opened the door and walked in.
The door in front of her not only had its glass missing, but its lock was also broken. Miss Jones was not afraid of being robbed by someone who broke in in the middle of the night.
In the living room that served as an office, all kinds of things were in a mess, and it was obvious that it had not been tidied up for a long time.
The only good thing was that there wasn't any leftover fast food waste, so there wasn't the most disgusting smell of rotten food scraps.
The most obvious smell in the room was alcohol, and the most common garbage on the floor was empty bottles, which came from... well, vodka. He couldn't help but shake his head.
Looking at Jessica, who was sitting behind her desk, leaning her head on her notebook with a bottle of wine in her hand, Luke didn't bother to be polite. He walked over and leaned on her desk: "Ms. Jones, your dinner doesn't seem to be nutritionally balanced."
Of course, his behavior was very impolite. If they were not acquaintances, doing so would appear very uncultured.
But facing the drunkard in front of him, Luke felt that education should be left to those who needed it.
Jessica looked up dazedly and looked at him for several seconds before saying, "Oh, you're here, sit down."
Luke: "Thank you. I'm already seated. Now let's get straight to the point, Miss Jones. What do you want to tell me about Kilgrave?"
Hearing this, Jessica's breathing stagnated, and the bottle of wine in her hand also paused.