Super Detective in the Fictional World

Although Luke trusted Director George’s character, he still asked, “The innocent suspect he killed isn’t African-American, is he?”

Director George shook his head with a bitter smile. “He was white. That’s why Bennett lost his job.”

Luke finally expressed interest in the case.

Director George immediately took out a USB from his pocket and gave it to him. “The information I collected from Bennett is here. This case is really unusual. Don’t force yourself if you’re not sure about it.”

Luke accepted the USB with a smile. “Don’t worry. Safety first.”

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Director George couldn’t help but recall a certain three-rule mantra circulating in LAPD. He really did believe it — just a little.

Luke had indeed been a lot more restrained after coming to New York, but at the very beginning, he had worked cases in his trademark style that he was known for in L.A..

His record of killing and injuring more than 50 people in Sergei’s gang in one case alone clearly demonstrated that he wasn’t an ordinary detective, or Director George wouldn’t have recommended this case to him.

The mirror wasn’t damaged at all.

The man howled and fell to his knees in front of the mirror. Then… he saw a pair of military boots not far away.

Stunned for a moment, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

The person looked up and met Big Dipper’s eyes.

Pondering for a moment, Luke ventured, “Why don’t you keep crying and I’ll come back after breakfast?”

The person: “…Who are you?”

Luke said, “You can call me Wilson. I’m here to investigate the death in this mall. You might be interested in talking to me, Mr. Bennett Carson.”

Bennet was suspicious. “Are you… FBI?”

Luke shook his head. “No, just a private investigator.”

Bennett believed him. This wasn’t how the FBI worked.

Private investigators came from all walks of life, and it was normal if some of them weren’t unreliable.

His mood settled a little at this interruption. He slowly got up. “What do you want to know?”

Luke didn’t answer. Bennett found that odd. He looked at Luke, only to see that Luke was looking at the mirror on the side.

Bennet’s heart turned cold. He suddenly turned around and saw two figures in the mirror grinning at them.

Bennet took two steps back, but Luke didn’t move. He couldn’t help but call out, “Wilson?”

As he spoke, Luke moved.

Cupping his chin in his hand, he looked at ‘Wilson’ in the mirror, who was sneering, and remarked, “Hm, what a stupid smile. It definitely isn’t me.”

Bennett: …Are you crazy?!

In the mirror, ‘Wilson’ looked blank for a moment, before his expression turned even more twisted.

‘He’ picked up a piece of broken glass, looked at Luke, and slowly slashed ‘his’ throat.

A hideous wound appeared on ‘Wilson’s’ neck in the mirror. Blood gushed out and quickly dyed his body red.