Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke’s strength was now 32, which was six times higher than that of a regular person. It couldn’t be any easier for him to push people aside.

This significantly reduced the pressure on the security guards.

Luke didn’t use many tricks. He simply stuffed the people who surged forward into the gaps in the crowd, like stuffing stones into the cracks of a dam.

It certainly couldn’t stop the dam from collapsing, but it could delay the flood.

Luke moved fast. The fans that he pushed back were squeezed on all sides by the crowd and couldn’t move anymore, which in turn limited the actions of the people around them.

The security team was able to speed up. They rushed into the exit passageway ten seconds later.

The light was dim. There was a middle-aged, unprepossessing-looking white man next to Luke.

But Luke knew that the man wasn’t simple.

Just now, he had very neatly punched and thrown off audience members who got too close. He was definitely a professional.

Luke abruptly warned him, “On your right.”

The white man reacted quickly. He dodged a stranger coming at him without any hesitation, and twisted the guy’s wrist. A knife hit the floor with a loud clatter.

The white man pressed down on the stranger’s wrist ruthlessly, and the latter gave a miserable cry. His wrist had to be dislocated, if not broken.

The white man didn’t hesitate. “Let’s get out of here.”

Warily, everybody ran through the dark passageway and into the carpark. Then, Sheerah got into a car, and the white man drove her away.

Luke turned around and looked at Elsa. “Are we still going to meet her today?”.

Elsa thought for a moment and nodded. “Her schedule’s tight. She only has one hour for us today. After this, we might only have half an hour.”

Luke nodded and didn’t say anything. He got into Elsa’s car and followed Sheerah.

Elsa suddenly asked, “Why didn’t you take down that assailant yourself? You could have caught Sheerah’s attention.”

Luke was puzzled. “That man could deal with it himself. Why would I steal his job? I was only there to help, right?”

Elsa glanced at him. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”

Luke coughed and said, “No, but I have a female friend who can help take care of my problem.”

Elsa choked. How could she mock Luke when she didn’t have anyone to hook up with at all?

Elsa could only drive in silence, and didn’t feel like talking to her ruthless partner.

Half an hour later, they reached a small villa in Beverly Hills.

Luke whistled. “This star seems much richer than Katie. Her villa is worth at least five million dollars!”

Elsa was still brooding silently.

The security guard at the door let Elsa through the moment he saw her face.

Luke immediately knew that Elsa was closer to this Sheerah than he had thought.

Before they entered, Luke stopped Elsa with a weird expression. “Wait a moment.”

With his Sharp Nose, he detected that the two people in the room seemed too close to each other.

Five minutes later, the door opened, and the white man came out looking at a loss, a card in his hand.

The man’s clothes were still neat and tidy. So, he wasn’t as unprofessional as Luke had been imagining

Luke greeted him with great interest. “Hi, may I know your name?”

The man finally came back to himself. He recognized Luke as the person who had helped him out, and as someone whom Elsa knew.

With a courteous smile, he said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Bryan Mills.”

Luke extended his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Luke Coulson. You’re very good.”

Bryan smiled calmly and said, “I’m too old. I should retire.”

Luke said, “No, you can fight for another ten years in your current condition.”

Bryan smiled bitterly. “Let’s hope so.” He then said goodbye to Luke and Elsa.

Luke followed Elsa into the room.

The interior decor here was much classier than Ms. Katie’s.

Sheerah had been in the spotlight for almost ten years. She was a good singer whose songs appeared on the Billboard Charts now and then.

Although she had never claimed top place, she was definitely a first-rate singer.

Elsa introduced Luke to her and promised that he was absolutely trustworthy. The star simply nodded at him indifferently.

Sheerah had been quite unlucky recently.

She lost an accessory worth over a million dollars after experiencing a weird situation at home, and she was almost ambushed by an armed hoodlum at the fan meeting.

She looked rather pitiful in her bathrobe.

Elsa comforted her for a moment, then got down to business. “Sheerah, since we’re here, let’s try fixing some of your problems. Can you show us your room?”.Read more chapter on vipnovel.com

Sheerah knew Elsa very well. It was true that what upset her the most was the weird thing that was going on at home.

She managed to pull herself together and got up. “Follow me.”

Her breasts were accidentally exposed when she stood up from the couch.

Luke noticed and secretly nodded. The woman truly had what it took to become a big star…

It was inappropriate for Luke to say anything since it would be very awkward.

Following Sheerah to the third floor, Elsa asked, “Are you sure that nobody has entered this room since you called me the other day?”

Sheerah nodded. “Yes. You told me that the scene has to be preserved for your investigation, so the room hasn’t been cleaned since.”

Luke was amazed by how meticulous Elsa was.

If she hadn’t been on vacation in Miami, she might’ve already found more clues.

Sheerah hesitated for a moment in front of a room. She looked at Luke and then at Elsa.

Understanding her concern, Elsa nodded her head slightly. “He’s good. Also, he’s a great detective.”

Sheerah looked at Elsa in surprise. She knew that her old friend barely complimented others, much less someone who looked like a high school student.

With no further hesitation, Sheerah placed her finger on a panel on the door, and it opened one second later.

Luke asked, “It’s a fingerprint lock?”

Sheerah nodded. “Yes, but it can be opened by voice, too.”

Luke asked again, “Who else can open this door besides you?”

Sheerah replied, “Only Meryl, the caretaker. But there are logs of when the door is opened, and there aren’t any unusual records from when that strange thing happened.”