Luke smiled: "If we find anything, we will tell those acquaintances in the police station and help them bring the murderer to justice. You don't really want to take a gun and kill the murderer yourself, do you, Grandpa?"
Looking at his grandson's smiling face, Drakes reluctantly compromised: "Okay. Then Joseph..."
"Just let Ferreira take him and watch TV in the hotel." Luke said, calling Joseph.
The little guy came out of the room with a questioning look in his eyes.
He had been watching Luke and Drake talking in the room just now.
Sure enough, when Luke stepped out, Grandpa immediately lost his temper.
Luke quietly gestured to Joseph with an OK gesture: "When Ferreira is here, you can watch TV in the room. Grandpa and I will go and see the situation together."
Joseph snorted, relieved.
The irascible Drakes would draw out his gun if there was any disagreement, but the gentle Luke probably wouldn't.
Well, at least Joseph thinks so.
After more than ten minutes, Joseph was handed over to the care of the veterinarian Ferreira, and Luke and his grandson went out.
Luke sat in the driver's seat, started the ignition, and sighed, "You modified it again? It feels more comfortable."
This Raptor pickup is Drex's favorite car, and only Luke's grandson can get it.
Robert played with this car twice at the first time, and the old man's face was stretched, and Robert wisely stopped touching it.
Although he was in a bad mood, Drakes couldn't help laughing: "So you can't feel it, you have made progress recently."
Luke shrugged: "I'm at work now, I drive every day, and occasionally I have to add some small things to my own car. I can't make progress."
Drakes patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Yes, this is the child of our Coulson family."
Luke smiled and said nothing.
In Drex's three views, men should like cars, guns, and women.
Of course, he felt that the importance of the three should be reduced in order from front to back.
Cars come first, women last.
Compared to when he was in middle school, Luke now deals with cars and guns every day, and the last woman... Well, there are no fewer.
Drakes was also a handsome guy when he was young, even though he had a hot temper, many girls liked him.
As a child of his family, Drakes felt that as long as there was something wrong with Luke's orientation, there would never be fewer women.
Have you had two girlfriends for a long time without watching Joseph Kindergarten
The men of the Coulson family certainly have no shortage of women.
Of course, Luke deliberately chatted with the old man about these things he was interested in, to distract him, so that the old man would not be sullen all by himself.
People with a stubborn temper are bad at this point, no matter what others say.
However, the old man didn't have any precautions against Luke, and soon calmed down under Luke's basic hypnosis and spiritual communication.
While still saddened by his old friend's death, he no longer had the same idea of pulling out his gun and doing it.
After hearing the case introduced by Drakes, Luke knew that there were big problems in this case.
The old man wanted to personally trouble the murderer, but he absolutely did not agree.
To put it simply, Drakes and his old friend Bradley are from the same hometown, and the two have played together since they were young.
Later, the old man joined the army to fight, and then returned home to marry a wife and have children, and ran the ranch.
And the old friend Bradley came to Dallas, wandered around the streets and alleys, worked as a bosozoku, played rock music, and finally made a fortune, so he opened a bar by himself, which can be regarded as a reformation.
Bradley has the means and a bit of ability to be a man. When he was young, he made a lot of contacts in the Bosozoku Hell's Angels.
After opening the bar, he no longer has anything to do with Hell's Angels' internal affairs, but he will still provide some convenience for the Hell's Angels, and also allow the bar to maintain a good profit.
Therefore, there are Hells Angels gathering in the bar from time to time.
Of course, the bar has been operating normally to the outside world, and it is not a gang den.
In fact, with Bradley's experience, it's not surprising that he died someday, and Drakes wouldn't insist on avenging him.
But in that bar last night, the boss Bradley brought two bartenders, and more than a dozen Hells Angels members who were drinking inside were all dead.
If it is really a gang seeking revenge, cold weapons or guns will definitely be used.
The weird thing is that none of these people in the bar last night died of either of those things.
There were nearly 20 dead people, all of them died in strange ways. Most of them were in their respective positions, but their expressions seemed to pause suddenly, and they died suddenly.
What's even weirder is that all the dead are blue all over.
Preliminary autopsies by the police indicated that they all died of sulfur poisoning.
Only a large amount of sulfur can cause this kind of poisoning phenomenon, such as burying people in sulfur piles.
The situation in the bar is not like this situation, but more like some kind of murderous maniac or a cult member. Normal people would not use such troublesome and weird methods to kill people.
Outside the bar with the yellow warning line, Drakes beckoned to a man in a suit: "Little Jack, come here."
The forty-year-old white man "Little Jack" looked helpless: "Drex... Uncle, just call me Jack. I will call you after this case is cleared up, and you don't have to go there yourself." of."
Drake snorted: "You policemen have to obey the rules when handling cases, but the people who do this don't follow the rules very much."
Having said that, he raised his hand and patted Luke on the shoulder: "This is my child, Luke. Detective of the Los Angeles Crime Squad."
Seeing Jack's expression, Drakes sneered impatiently: "Come on, he is worried, so I came here together. If he finds a clue, he will tell you, keep those little thoughts of yours to yourself, and go home Think slowly."
Jack smiled wryly and nodded: "Come in, just don't touch the things inside, the forensics department hasn't finished its work yet."
Luke: "Okay, Jack." Just followed this Jack and walked into the bar.
All the corpses in the bar have been transported away, but the forensic personnel are still burning the night to conduct a detailed inspection of the entire bar.
Given the size of the bar and the number of floating people, this must be a big project, and it would be great if it could be completed in two or three days.
Luke frowned.
It's definitely one of the worst spots for him.
After a rough analysis, he determined that there were at least one hundred and fifty people who had entered and left the scene in the past two days.
This includes police officers, forensics personnel, ambulance personnel, reporters, and various idlers, etc. The bar itself has frequent turnover of personnel, and the smell is disturbing.
However, Luke has long been used to a keen sense of smell.
He simply distinguished among the many smells, and picked out the ones that were most deeply mixed with the smell of sulfur.
These smells may belong to the dead, and they will have the phenomenon that their own smell and sulfur smell are completely mixed.
After a while, he looked at Jack: "Are you sure that there are only eighteen dead?"