In a black Mercedes-Benz.

Luke sat in the cab and yawned.

He had investigated Orti's situation, and Orti's fingerprints were not registered in the police system.

As for the license plate number, it was not in Orti's name. Luke didn't get many valuable clues, so he asked John and Aphra to help investigate this woman's background.

A police car drove over and stopped on the side of the road. John got out of the car and knocked on Luke's car window.

Luke opened the car window, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

"No, we have to continue patrolling. There are a lot of things today." As John spoke, he handed Luke a piece of paper filled with words.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to a drink another day."

"I heard that the mezco wine is good, but I have never been there."

Luke smiled and said, "I'll take you there next time."

John said goodbye and left.

Luke opened the note and read its contents.

Name, Orti Dean

Although I didn't know the last name before, at least the first name is real.

From this point of view, this woman should not have much ill intentions towards him.

Putting it into perspective, if Luke wanted to deal with someone, not only would he have to hide his last name, but he would also have to change his name.

Luke then looked down and saw the woman's driver's license information and her detective certificate information.

Pinkerton Detective Agency.

This detective agency has a history of more than 100 years, and its founder is Allan Pinkerton.

During the Civil War, Pinkerton and his detectives served their country and formed an organization for Lincoln's Union Army to collect military intelligence on southern separatists. The agency later became the predecessor of the Bureau of Military Intelligence.

Luke had heard of the reputation of this detective agency, but he didn't know much about its situation in recent years.

However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. As a leader in this industry, even if its power is not as powerful as it used to be, it will not be too bad.

Luke recalled that he thought he had not offended anyone recently, so why would someone ask a detective to investigate him?

If it's because of work, then it's hard to say. The police industry offends too many people.

I can't figure it out, Luxor doesn't want to have sex anymore, Los Angeles is his home ground, find a chance to meet this beautiful detective again.

Luke took out a lighter and burned the note.

[Congratulations to the host, for detecting two murder cases, and will be rewarded with 30 lottery opportunities; congratulations to the host for destroying a den printing counterfeit banknotes, and being rewarded with 20 lottery opportunities; congratulations to the host for rescuing George in time, and saving lapd from getting into trouble, and being rewarded with 20 times

Lucky Draw Opportunities.]

A familiar voice sounded in Luke's head, and he got a total of seventy lottery chances.

lottery!

Pointer stops, handwriting identification card [you can quickly learn and comprehend handwriting identification skills within three hours]

Luke drew seventy times and won a total of 6 cards.

There are three new cards among them, handwriting identification card, 3

3 old cards.

Adventure card,1

Driving skills card,2

Luke also won $64,000.

There is a new skill, handwriting identification.

Luke is no stranger to this skill. He had some knowledge of it in his previous life, but he was not very proficient in it.

I am very busy at work every day, so I don’t have time to study professional skills, but it’s different now. Luke has study cards, so he can learn with twice the result with half the effort.

This skill can not only be used to solve crimes, but can also be used to identify antique writing.

In addition, Luke now has a total of four driving skills cards.

Luke's driving skills are pretty good, but he can't compare with professional drivers.

The driving skills required by the police are different from those of professional drivers. When police drive, they need to track the suspect and stop the suspect's car. These two aspects are also very technical.

In the former, if the driving skills are not good, it is easy to lose sight of the suspect vehicle.

As for stopping, the level of danger is even higher. If you are not careful, you may both die.

very dangerous.

Therefore, it is still necessary to practice driving skills in advance.

…

Boaya Community.

This is a standard black community.

A taxi stopped on the side of the road, and Xiao Hei got out of the car.

Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, this is his mother's house, and it is also his home.

Xiaohei's current income is pretty good, and he has always wanted to move his mother to a better community to live in, but his mother is unwilling.

In her words, she was already familiar with the environment here, and because of Xiao Hei, the neighbors in the community respected her and asked her to move to a strange community, but she was not familiar with it.

Over the years, Xiao Hei has his own job, his own life and his own girlfriend, and has come back here less frequently.

Now, Xiao Hei has encountered the biggest dilemma and setback in his life, and he is helpless. He doesn't know how to solve it, or even how to face it.

He knows the pain of growing up in a single-parent family. He has experienced it and seen too much, and he doesn't want his children to suffer the same pain.

He had despised and resented his father more than once, and he didn't want his future children to resent him too.

Oh my god, why do we have to have children?

Wouldn't it be nice to live freely?

"Hey, Marcus."

"Man, you're back!"

Neighbors and childhood friends in the community greeted each other.

Xiao Hei forced a smile in response, then opened the door and entered the house, "Mom, I'm back."

A black woman was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She turned around and said, "Marcus, why did you come back suddenly? Why didn't you make a call?"

"The Point Guard Is Here"

Black woman Blackie's mother Betty.

"Uh...Mom, I bought the fried chicken you like to eat. It's your favorite." Xiao Hei put the takeout on the coffee table.

Betty, the little black mother, sniffed it and said, "Well, it still smells so good. I can never get enough of it."

Xiao Hei's mother picked up the chicken leg and took a bite. Then she glanced at Xiao Hei and said, "Why do you look so ugly? What happened?"

"Uh...it's okay. You can eat first."

"Marcus, I raised you, you can't lie to me.

Why don't you say it?

Are you afraid that I won’t be able to eat if I find out?”

Xiao Hei took a big sip of Coke, "I... just don't know how to speak."

"What happened? Did you take money you shouldn't have?"

"No, I'm not short of money, so I won't do that kind of thing."

Betty looked worried, "Are you sick?"

"I'm very healthy."

"Then what's there to worry about? Come on, I hate this feeling of uneasiness." Betty finished finishing a chicken leg and urged.

"I...got a girlfriend some time ago..."

"I know, Julian, you told me, I've seen pictures of her and she looks pretty good."

"She broke up with me not long ago."

"Why?"

"She wanted to get married, but I thought it was too early. I wasn't ready yet, so I wanted to wait. She didn't want to, so she broke up with me."

"It's not your fault. If two people are not suitable for each other, they will not be happy even if they get married reluctantly.

This is her loss."
To be continued...