As usual, Selina began to explain what she had observed. "There are a lot of residents here, but they're all single-family buildings. The sewer is on the edge, and it won't be easy to find witnesses. Hm, those guys all come at night, and they're all in black. As long as they don't grin, it's hard to spot them. "
Luke rolled his eyes, but didn't know what to say.
Some black men relied on this talent to rob at night.
As long as they wore black clothes and stood in a dark corner at night, they would be as invisible as Luke's armor.
Selina looked around and frowned. "There are a lot of middle-class vacation homes here. People probably only come on holidays, and there aren't many homeless people. There might be fewer witnesses than we expected."
Luke nodded and agreed with that.
Homeless people were an unavoidable social phenomenon in major cities.
They roamed the streets and alleys during the day, and gathered in natural campsites at night.
Many of them didn't sleep at night, and most of them liked to beg in a fixed area.
They were human surveillance cameras that existed day and night, and might know something.
Providing information to all kinds of people could be counted as a daily source of income for homeless people.
For example, if a stranger asked for directions, they could give half a pack of cigarettes as a reward.
Detectives like Luke and Selina, on the other hand, were "fixed clients." They had informants in a lot of popular locations. They spent a hundred dollars on one informant every month, and those informants had a good attitude.
Of course, it was only because Luke and Selina had the money. Their monthly intelligence expenses couldn't keep up with the growth of the black money.
John and Selina were short of money themselves, and only occasionally gave some money. They usually used their authority to greet the patrol officers and tell them not to kill their informants as payment.
But money wasn't as useful as money.
In the United States, the power of money was definitely the strongest in New York.
So, without the homeless people, it was hard to use money to get information.
As they talked, they walked to the sewer. Selina slapped her forehead. "Fine, no wonder they chose to dump the body here."
There was a sewer here that was clearly connected to the target sewer.
Nobody would build a house next to a smelly sewer, so there were no houses within dozens of meters, and few people came here. The sewer was closer to the residential area.
When he reached the sewers, Luke knew that the case might be real just by looking at the sewers.
In such a stinky place, there were still people walking from the seaside road to the sewer entrance. They had even stepped on the weeds there to form a faint path. It was obvious that they did not pass by by chance.
Twitching his nose, he tried to get rid of the stench and activated Sharp Nose.
There was no smell of corpses!
According to the leader of the gang, he had bragged about it over a drink with another member of the gang. He had never personally come to dispose of the body.
After the incident, he had asked the man, but the man had said that there was no such thing. He had been drunk and bragged about it. The man had disappeared yesterday, probably killed by Amanda.
There was nothing Luke could do about it.
There were more than twenty gangs and more than two hundred core members. It was impossible for him to know every single one of their movements.
These guys also liked to use "second-hand" phones and change them frequently, so it was very difficult to accurately locate them.
The two of them observed the sewers for a while before continuing to the sewers.
His Sharp Nose still hadn't detected anything. Luke was basically sure that no bodies had been thrown in here in the last day or two.
However, when the two of them split up to examine the vicinity of the sewers, some small clues could no longer be hidden.
Both of them were wearing special sunglasses that could scan the environment and give them to Little Snail to model.
In layman's terms, it was a panoramic map for forensics.
Shoe prints, cigarette butts, paper cups and wrappers on the ground were combined to simulate a route with 60% to 70% accuracy.
Of course, there were definitely some things left behind by passersby who didn't belong to the body disposal team.
However, Little Snail could eliminate most clues based on probability, and Luke and Selina could add or delete clues based on their experience.
The smart program and the experience of a veteran detective were enough to work together efficiently.
This was also the reason why Luke and Selina's working hours were getting shorter and shorter.
Regular detectives had to rely on their physical strength, brains and experience, but Luke and Selina left most of the work to a top-notch smart program that they couldn't buy even if they had the money.
The difference between the two was as huge as John McClane's and Luke's hairlines.
With this high-tech cheating tool, the two of them quickly finished their search and reunited at the sewers.
Selina asked Luke with her eyes.
Luke sighed. "Let's go down. After all, it's too unscientific to work a case in the cloud."
Selina: … Why do I feel that working a case in the cloud isn't necessarily any worse than other detectives?
However, it was more realistic.
Habit was a scary thing.
If they habitually ignored the surface work, it would be very easy for others to notice that something was wrong with them.
Thankfully, most of the time they went to work, they wore work clothes or casual denim clothes. Occasionally, they would wear some military equipment, so that they wouldn't look too ugly even if they got dirty.
Luke and Selina put on grayish-black gloves, opened the square grille of the sewers, and nimbly climbed down.
As Selina had said earlier, there were people who were professionals at crawling down the sewers — like them.
Standing in the sewers, Luke consciously reduced most of his Sharp Nose.
There was nothing he could do about it.
When he had just obtained Sharp Nose, he wouldn't have dared enter a place like this, or he would've passed out from the stench.
Now, Luke's Sharp Nose was almost instinctive, but he couldn't go against this basic principle.
If he wanted the car to go fast, he had to fill it up.
If he wanted Sharp Nose to be at full power, he would have to inhale more air to analyze it.
If he didn't want to pass out from the stench, he could only try to search for clues in the least amount of stench.
That was one of the reasons why Luke and Selina had chosen the sewers as their starting and retreating route.
If Sharp Nose was disrupted, it would be hard for an opponent who could track them down by smell to track them down.
He stood there for a few seconds and looked around the sewers. Selina also came down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder, before she tapped him lightly.
This was one of the ways they communicated while maintaining silence.
Luke reached out and tapped the back of her hand twice, indicating that he would be in front and she would be behind.
At the same time, two mini drones flew out of his other hand and floated into the dark sewers.
They switched their sunglasses to night vision, and their feet barely made any noise as they walked steadily and quickly into the depths.
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