Jessica raised her hand and took the bunch of five keys from the door handle and tried them. These were indeed the keys for the metal door, and a set of five was standard for most new doors.
So, someone secretly changed the door for her last night and thoughtfully left the key behind? She thought about it for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and rushed to the sofa.
Jessica took out the phone from her clothes and wanted to make a call, but found a new message on the text message list.
She opened it subconsciously and saw a short message, which made her speechless.
Miss Jones, to thank you for the clues you provided, I helped you replace the door with a more secure one. No need to thank me, you deserve it! High school student detective.
The latter name is the contact name Jessica gave to Luke.
What impressed her most about the young detective was his handsome yet childish face.
Of course, now she felt that she should revise her understanding.
"What do you mean I deserve? What I deserve is just a broken prison door! Are you crazy?" A female detective suddenly roared.
The female voice on the rooftop followed suit: "You are the one with the mental illness. You are a mental illness every day..."
"Bitch, believe it or not, I will break down your door..." a female detective roared, unwilling to be outdone.
The world seemed to come alive suddenly!
…
On the other side, under the shining morning sun, Luke and Selina went out after breakfast and went to Metropolitan Hospital first to visit Walter, whose condition had stabilized.
A week ago, this dedicated police inspector (lieutenant) was unfortunately attacked by two thugs from the Bloody Skulls gang and was seriously injured.
Even more unfortunate was that the two thugs confessed that their mission was actually just to break one of Walter's legs.
As a result, the overly vigilant Walter resisted at the last moment. The two thugs impulsively hit him on the head with two sticks and successfully sent Walter to the ICU.
Fortunately, Walter is recovering well at the moment, and the illness-related retirement that Luke had previously speculated about will not happen.
Walter's attending physician said that the patient can be discharged from the hospital in two to three weeks and can engage in moderate exercise after a month.
This also means that Walter's career is not over yet. At the age of 41, he can still work for another 20 years.
Walter recovered well, but his head was smashed after all. Luke and the others simply greeted him and told him not to worry about the follow-up investigation of the attack.
Walter stretched out his hand and shook Luke's hand tightly for a moment, whispering, "Thank you."
He had already learned from Richie that Luke and his companions arrested the two attackers within an hour of the crime that night.
The next day, Dustin wiped out the two attackers.
When it came to the attack on him, his new boss and new colleagues were very supportive and did not act half-heartedly at all.
Walter and Dustin's competition for promotion is one thing, and his colleagues supporting him and venting his anger is another. He has to thank Luke and Selina, and even his competitor Dustin.
In the afternoon, Luke and his companions stayed in the lobby of the Detective Bureau for a rare time, sitting at the desk and looking up information.
This is to determine whether there are any loopholes in the case last night left to NYPD, and secondly, to see the response from Jin Bing.
From the looks of it so far, they did a pretty good job last night, and Jin Bing’s forces haven’t made any moves for the time being.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Luke and his wife got off work early and went home.
Harry has an invitation to a private party tonight at six o'clock.
The two of them went home early and had to complete their daily training schedule before going to the banquet.
Entertainment and leisure are fine, but the important work must be done. This is a habit the two have developed over the past year.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Luke took a shower, changed his clothes and went downstairs. He saw Nugget eating chocolate balls and watching TV series. He immediately slapped his forehead and said: I forgot about this guy.
He took out his phone and called Harley: "Well, first of all, are you allergic to dog hair?"
Harry thought about it for a moment and then said with a smile, "You want to bring your precious golden retriever with you, right?"
Luke: "Well, if you go out to play without him, he will be mad for a long time if he finds out."
The smile in Harry's voice was obvious: "Ok, although I never keep pets at home, you can bring it."
Luke: “Thank you.”
When it heard the words "go out and play", Gold's ears stood up unconsciously. When Luke hung up the phone, it sat up and let out a growl.
Luke: "Okay, they are not allergic to dog hair, so they agree that you can go with us. But you have to eat in moderation. As an old dog, eating dozens of pounds of food in one meal is definitely not acceptable to them."
Gold Nugget: “Boo-hoo?”
Luke: "Okay, you can ask Selina to bring you some candy."
Gold Nugget thought about it and accepted the suggestion.
As long as you don't chew the candy, it will still work.
While Luke was chatting with Nugget, Selina also came downstairs.
She dressed up a little today. Instead of wearing her usual white shirt and jeans, she wore the Bohemian clothes that Luke bought for her. She also wore a matching orange-red patterned shawl on her shoulders, which was a rare sight.
Usually it's either a ponytail or a bun with natural curls, draped over the shoulders.
"How is it?" She twisted her body left and right to show him how she was dressed tonight.
Luke: “Very pretty and casual.”
Selina was satisfied, but looking at his attire, she asked, "Are you going like this?"
Luke shrugged. “As a man, I don’t need to compete with women in dress sense.”
Selena thought about it and stopped criticizing his laziness.
As expected, most of the people at tonight's party were women. He wasn't going there to pick up girls, so there was no need for him to dress too handsomely.
The field windbreaker and casual overalls are not much different from his usual work attire.
But thanks to his good figure and appearance, he often receives phone numbers of enthusiastic girls when walking on the street, who express their willingness to develop a private friendship with him, whether long or short.
Five minutes to six, Luke and his friend stood in front of a top-notch apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
The annual rent of this kind of luxury apartment is over US$100,000, which is different from the apartments ordinary people live in.
If you want to enter this kind of apartment, you either need a pass or the resident needs to confirm it in person before the doorman will let you in.
After telling them Harley's house number, the doorman contacted Harley before letting them in.
Taking the elevator upstairs, Luke rang the doorbell, and the door opened quickly, and Harley appeared at the door.
"Are we not late?" he said with a smile.
Harley: "You have perfect timing. Come in."
The two men and the dog entered the house and gestured to the box in their hands: "Where should we put the homemade desserts?"
Looking at the big boxes in Luke and Selina's hands, she asked in confusion, "Both of these?"