It is true that this small building has a license for psychotherapy, but how many guests who come here are willing to be questioned by the police is another question.
"Ah, oh, um, eh, um~" The door of the first room that passed by was left open.
The young woman's face was as usual: "This is Jiu-Jitsu training, which can soothe nerves and relieve stress."
"Crack! Anti-mother Ang Beibi! Crack!" This was the sound from the second room with the door open.
The young woman said solemnly: "This is caning treatment, and the cost is very high."
Luke's face was inexplicable: "Your customers here also include women?"
The young woman immediately understood what he meant: "No, the customer is the man."
Luke was speechless.
It might be illegal for a male customer to hit a female therapist, but he pays the female therapist to whip himself, which...seems legal
Selena was shocked, but didn't say anything.
The three of them reached the bottom of the corridor on the second floor, and 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 do, please come out."
After a while inside, a female voice sounded: "Wait a moment."
Luke raised his eyebrows.
This voice, with its curly pronunciation, is a bit vague in speaking English, but it also gives it a distinctly exotic flavor.
What's more, the female voice was lazy and slightly deep, like a whisper in the ear late at night.
Luke vaguely thought of Vanessa, a person with electric eyes and long legs.
Of course, it wasn't her voice.
But whether it's 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 will be interested in the next thing, will you?"
The woman hesitated for a moment, and finally went downstairs, but she still did not forget to add: "We have a formal license, don't make trouble, okay?"
Luke nodded speechlessly.
The front of these words sounded quite righteous, but the last sentence turned into a soft-spoken prayer. This can also be regarded as... a professional habit
It wasn't until the woman disappeared at the top of the stairs that the door in front of the two of them opened with a soft sound.
Luke made a few gestures in his hand, and Selena obediently leaned back, found a room door, and looked over here.
Luke smiled and looked at the woman at the door.
She has black straight long hair, slightly fluffy, deep eyebrows, big eyes, but the corners of the eyes are sharp and slanted, a bit like a fox's eyes.
The upper lip is slightly thin, and the lower lip is plump, which looks very provocative.
She opened her mouth and asked, "Are you also here for... treatment?"
Among the people who seek her treatment, there are not many who have this kind of appearance and temperament.
Luke chuckled and looked up and down for a moment: "No, Miss Donna, I'm here to find Mr. Smith."
The woman was taken aback: "What Smith?"
Luke hehe: "It's the one hiding behind the row of clothes hangers by your door, holding a gun in his right hand and holding a baby in his left hand. Middle-aged white man, male, six feet two inches tall (about 1.88 meters), with a full face Bearded, wearing gray and black jacket, jeans. Need I go any further, Mr. Smith."
When he said this, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall, looking at a certain position in the room.
The woman in front of the door froze for a moment, then opened her mouth, as if she didn't know what to say.
Luke glanced at her and sighed in his heart: This is a player who crushed Selena!
Her dark red tunic set off her stalwart chest, but her lower body was black suspender stockings and a pair of inevitable high-top black leather boots.
Wow, what a professional psychotherapist!
While these wild thoughts were spinning in his mind, no one in the room made a sound.
Luke directly said to Miss Donna in front of him, "Can I ask you a few questions?"
Under his gaze, the stalwart Miss Donna nodded unconsciously.
Although this young man looked very kind, but as a "special" psychotherapist, she had a faint feeling that there was some indescribable quality in his kind appearance.
"Then please talk to my partner over there, okay!" Luke motioned to Selena 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 a chance in the park just now but didn't shoot us. Then I think we can talk about it."
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! Just because of him, I shot and killed five gunmen in the park, and an innocent woman was shot by them, and now she is in the operating room of the hospital. I think I have the right to know The cause of all this."
"Hehe, you are a policeman." The deep male voice laughed, but there was no sign of joy.
Luke: "Is there a problem? You can see my police badge clearly in the park."
"Then you can't control this matter." The deep male voice said: "So, you can go."
Luke narrowed his eyes: The police can't handle it
"I have not received an order that I am not allowed to investigate this case." He replied calmly.
The deep male voice sneered: "Last night, in an abandoned factory building in the East District, a pregnant woman and more than 20 gang members with guns died. Have you read the news reports? No. I think you will soon Received a call."
At this moment, Luke's phone rang. He looked at it and answered, "What's the matter?"
After a while, Luke hung up the phone with an indifferent expression.
After pondering for a moment, he stepped into the room in front of him and closed the door behind him.
Turning his head to look at the door, he chuckled: "Mr. Smith, it seems that you are right. I received a call telling me that the case has been transferred."
Beside the door, a tall figure stood there, holding a gun in his hand, but did not raise it.
Hearing this, this Mr. Smith smiled: "So I guessed right, but I'm not happy about it."
Luke chuckled, and looked the tall man in front of him up and down for a moment: "Yes, I am the same way. Let me ask you a question, are you short of money, maybe weapons?"
Smith narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"
Luke reported an address, took out his hand in his side pocket, and slowly pulled it out, and a stack of faint green banknotes appeared in his hand.
"There is an underground utility room in the abandoned factory. There are a few guns in it. I don't need them, so I gave them to you. Then this..." He raised his hand and threw the stack of banknotes on the bed: "It's a reward!"
Smith frowned: "What do you mean?"
Luke still smiled: "I'm a little curious. So, just find out the answer and tell me at the end."
Although he smiled, his eyes were calm and unwavering.