Selina looked over but saw no one.
Luke pointed at the direction and said, "Both of their cars are over there. What a coincidence."
Having said that, the two didn't care too much.
This fifty-story building houses more than a hundred companies.
Some people may not even meet each other even if they have worked in this building for several years.
The two groups of people were working on the case in the same building, or perhaps they were separated by dozens of floors.
After waiting for the elevator to go up to the 32nd floor, the two found a lobby with a sign at the door that read: "Despair" Monroe Peterson Exhibition.
Luke nodded: "It should be here."
The two walked into the place that served as an exhibition hall, looking at the few visitors inside and the series of quarrels that were being suppressed but were rising again and again.
After walking around the display wall at the door, the two entered the hall and saw two pairs of men and women arguing in the corner next to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Okay, that's a bit ambiguous.
In fact, a young girl and a middle-aged couple were arguing, and behind the girl stood a middle-aged man with long hair and unkempt appearance. He just raised his head and looked out the window without saying a word, seeming indifferent to the quarrel happening next to him.
Luke looked at each other, then reluctantly pulled out his police badge wallet and hung it in front of him, then walked over.
It was Luke who spoke first: "Excuse me, who called the police?"
The woman in the middle-aged couple immediately turned around and asked: "What is your police station doing? Why are you sending people over now..."
At this moment, she finally saw Luke's face clearly, and the complaints she was about to burst out were suddenly interrupted.
Luke had a faint smile on his face.
This is actually his typical expression when he is working.
The smile was neither too friendly nor distant, and it had an attitude that was polite, courteous, and gentle, yet not overly attentive.
This smile was like boiled water that was slightly warm but not scalding, and it suddenly reduced the middle-aged woman's raging anger.
The middle-aged man next to her was better at controlling his emotions and said, "My wife called the police."
Luke hummed, nodded and asked, "Is it Mrs. Aurora Soderbergh?"
The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but still nodded: "Yes."
Luke followed the procedure and confirmed the identity of the person reporting the case before continuing to ask, "Excuse me, who is the scammer you mentioned when you reported the case?"
The middle-aged woman Aurora finally came to her senses from her brief daze. Without thinking, she raised her hand and pointed at the opposite side: "That's the man. Catch him quickly."
This is the style of a rich man! Luke laughed in his heart, but said, "Mrs. Soderberg, unless this gentleman is a wanted criminal, we have no right to arrest him before the judge issues an arrest warrant."
Aurora was choked again and immediately changed her words: "He hit me, now arrest him immediately and wait until we get to the police station to interrogate him."
As soon as she said this, the girl opposite her immediately shouted: "Mom, what are you doing?"
The middle-aged man next to Aurora also smiled bitterly, pulled his wife's arm, and dragged her behind him: "I'm sorry, my wife is a little emotional, the two detectives don't need to pay attention to her words."
Luke still had a smile on his face: "Excuse me, who are you?"
"Jeffrey Soderbergh." The middle-aged man said, and pointed to the girl opposite: "This is my daughter, Lindsay Soderbergh."
He turned his finger slightly and pointed at the middle-aged man behind the girl: "This is Monroe Peterson, who is "supposedly" a painter."
He emphasized the second half of the sentence with a slightly stronger tone, and his expression was filled with obvious sarcasm.
Luke secretly praised in his heart: This man is at least not that stupid.
Of course, the rich have a strong position over the police.
But this is just a conclusion drawn from the overall probability.
In the actual case handling process, it is not uncommon for rich second-generations driving sports cars worth millions to be stopped by small policemen and issued tickets.
The proportion of police officers who cannot tolerate arrogant rich people is no lower than that of ordinary people.
Some police officers will even issue the maximum fine.
This is the simple thinking of the people: "You are rich, right? Then make more contributions to society."
Now, Luke's behavior after entering the door has clearly "hinted" to Jeffrey that he is not here to be a rich man's thug, at least not on this occasion.
This was Jeffrey's idea.
In fact, even according to Jeffrey's logic, since he is poorer than Luke, he is not qualified to let Luke be his "thug".
Jeffrey suppressed his mad wife and said, "We suspect that Mr. Monroe Peterson used improper means to gain our daughter's trust and let her pay a huge amount of venue rental fees for him, so we want to go back to the police station with him to investigate."
He said this quite clearly.
She didn't act as directly bossy as Aurora, but instead said "let's go back to the police station together."
Once they get to the police station, the millions of dollars they donate every year can be put to good use without having to go through this difficult-to-talk-to young detective in front of them.
Instead of communicating with two low-level detectives here, Jeffrey would rather make a tacit deal with the higher-ups in the police department.
Compared to his wife Aurora, Jeffrey's anger towards the man who deceived his daughter was even more fierce.
As long as he finds evidence, he will send him to prison without hesitation.
What a shitty painter, what a shitty abstract expressionism, if you have the ability just go to jail and plant sunflowers.
Luke did not stop this request.
If the other party insists, he has to do so.
If he doesn't do it, other patrolmen will do it.
Rich people will always find police officers willing to be their thugs.
He looked at the man behind the girl and said, "Mr. Monroe-Peterson, what do you think of what Mr. Soderbergh said?"
Monroe finally turned his head, looked at him, and suddenly laughed.
That smile seemed a little empty, like a self-deprecating smile to the air: "No."
Luke shook his head in his heart.
His telepathic communication had revealed that the painter's mental state was not normal.
It's an exaggeration to say that he is insane, but he is also different from the sober state of a normal person.
It seems that most of Monroe's thoughts are floating in the unknown world, with only a small part remaining in reality.
Luke suspected that if he changed the question to "Did you take your medicine?", Monroe would say "No".
He could only nod: "Then please follow us back to the police station."
Lindsay, the girl standing in front of Monroe, suddenly became anxious: "Wait, his mental state has not been very good these days, how can he go to the police station? What he needs more is rest, or go to the hospital."
Aurora couldn't help but whispered again: "I think he can go to a mental hospital. I can pay for all the medical expenses and let him be cured in there until he is well."