Luke was stunned, and raised his finger to himself: "I am also an old friend?"
Apart from handling the case, how many words did he have with Marguerite? There are about two "hello" and three "byebye".
Harry smiled, even the black-rimmed glasses couldn't stop the provocative eyes, and the corners of the bright red lips were raised high: "You really don't know her well, but she still knows a lot about the savior."
Luke hehe: "It's just work, and I'm eating."
As soon as he said this, he was provoked by Harry's eyes again.
Luke had no choice but to say goodbye decisively.
This big beauty is really a bit overwhelming.
If it was that kind of flirtatious flirting, he really wouldn't take it to heart.
With his current appearance, the girls who take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him will meet one every three to five times—and this is under the circumstances that he never goes to bars or hangs out in entertainment venues.
If the frequency of his visits to those nightlife places was normal, then the treatment every now and then would turn into the treatment of three or five times a night.
It's a pity that Harry's little action is very subtle.
A man who pretends to be passionate will definitely feel that she is hinting at himself.
But a man like Luke, who is extremely defensive and has the ability to communicate telepathically, knows very well that this is just her unintentional act.
This blonde with big waves always discharges inadvertently and unconsciously. She is the so-called natural beauty in the Chinese proverb.
Coupled with the capable and eye-catching peach red suit in her open white coat, the big black-rimmed glasses on her face, the briefcase in her hand, and her identity as a psychologist, the lethality is too great.
If it was Luke, the pseudo-homemaker from the previous life, his mind would definitely be full of big movie titles like "Forbidden Disease x" and "Special Psychiatric Examination Records".
Now, he doesn't want to have any trouble with this guy.
After all... I'm too familiar with it, so I'm too embarrassed to start.
At 7:30 in the evening, shortly after the two of them finished dinner, Luke was preparing for tonight's event when one of his cell phones rang.
He took it over to have a look, but found that it was an unfamiliar number, and he connected it casually: "Who?"
His mobile phone is a private number for work, which will be sent to parties, witnesses, and informants in certain cases, so this mobile phone often receives calls from some unfamiliar numbers.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before a female voice came: "I, Jessica."
Luke stopped what he was doing: "Good evening, Miss Jones, what can I do?"
Jessica: "Don't you want to hear about Kilgrave? Come to my office now."
Luke: "ok."
Jessica got an answer and hung up the phone without saying anything.
Luke rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and said to Selina, who was reading the materials beside him, "Tonight's action is suspended, you should have a good night's rest."
Selena didn't raise her head: "Which woman is looking for you again?"
Luke: "... Jessica Jones, that private detective who likes to hit people."
Selena 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 in the evening."
Selena 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 sweater and a black peaked cap.
Selena looked at his distant figure from the single-sided glass in the living room on the second floor, her eyes rolled: "Gold Nugget, copy the guy and go out."
Lying lazily on his side on the living room carpet, with his head resting on the small pillow of the kennel, he stared blankly at a certain dog in Huang Baotai, and turned his head: "Oh?"
Selena: "He said we could rest, but he didn't say we had to rest."
The gold nugget crawled up, his eyes glowing green: "Hmm?"
Selena: "The two of us act alone, and the harvest has always been 50-50, ok?"
Looking at the dog's head that was so excited, she couldn't help complaining: "It's been three months since Luke taught you the ninety-nine multiplication table formula table, and you still keep reciting it wrong. How much should you get each time?" Why don't you ask me to count. You can't even count the money, and you really don't know why you need so much money."
Jin Nugget lowered his dog's head in shame: "Oh~"
Selena smiled and rubbed its dog's head casually: "Okay, I'm not saying you're stupid, I just told you not to care about money so much."
Because you are really stupid, it doesn't matter if I say it or not. She silently made up the knife in her heart, and went to the basement to change equipment, one person and one dog.
Here, Luke took small steps, walked northeast through four blocks, and walked into an old apartment building near Central Park.
Of course, he who checked Jessica's information knew that that pseudonym office was here.
As for the name of this firm, he was powerless to complain: Or this Miss Jones wanted to tell the client fair and square that this firm was just a vest 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 sealed with cardboard, which should have been the door glass, he nodded in his heart: This really looks like Miss Jones.
Luke knocked on the door twice casually, but there was no movement inside.
But he wasn't in a hurry, Jessica was inside, but in a bit... rotten state
Only this word is more suitable for this person.
After waiting for a while, he knocked on the door twice again, but the person inside still had no intention of getting up.
Luke sighed, opened the door casually, and walked in.
The door in front of me is not only missing the glass, but the lock is also broken. This Miss Jones is not afraid of being robbed in the middle of the night.
In the living room used as an office, all kinds of things were in a mess, and it was obvious that they hadn't been cleaned up for a long time.
The only good thing is that it doesn't have that leftover fast food junk in it, so it doesn't have the most disgusting smell of spoiled food scraps.
The house smells most obviously of booze, and the most litter on the floor is empty wine bottles, which also come from... well, vodka. He couldn't help shaking his head.
Then look at Jessica sitting behind the desk, propping her head up and looking at the notebook, holding a wine bottle in her hand. Luke didn't bother to be polite, so he walked over and sat on her desk: " Miss Jones, the nutrition of your dinner seems not balanced."
Of course, his behavior is very impolite. If he is not an acquaintance, it will appear very rude to do so.
But facing the alcoholic in front of him, Luke felt that education can be left to those who need it.
Jessica raised her head in bewilderment, looked at him for a few seconds, and then said, "Oh, you're here, sit down."
Luke: "Thank you, I'm already seated. Now let's get straight to the point, Miss Jones. Is there anything you want to tell me about Kilgrave?"
Hearing this, Jessica's breathing stagnated, and the wine bottle in her hand also stopped.