Luke and Lindsay walked past the living room and entered the bedroom, where Young Master Cook was said to have seen a ghost.
Compared with this place, everything in the living room was nothing.
With Luke's years of experience and his Sharp Nose, he could immediately replay the scene in his mind.
Sure enough, he had a good time. He chuckled inwardly.
Checking the room, he frowned. "Have a lot of people been here?"
Lindsay smiled bitterly. "Yes, the security team came first, then a few professional private detectives, and then my uncle remembered you."
Luke didn't say anything.
He wasn't that petty, nor did he think it was honorable to clean up after the son of a magnate.
It wasn't like this guy was Tony.
Tony was very honest. He worked on new technology at home every day and shared it with Luke every now and then.
Because of this, Tony had to be an important target of protection.
As for this Cook, if he was really dead, then so be it.
Last time, when he tried to frame Nelson, Cook had casually abandoned the woman he was fooling around with and created a mess, which was enough to prove that he wasn't a good person.
Jenny had almost been implicated in that incident. It was only right for someone like Cook to be unlucky.
Pondering this, Luke was about to leave the bedroom.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked at the three drones on the shelf next to the wall. Then, he walked over.
He stared at the three high-end drones for a moment before he asked, "Does Cook like to play with this?"
Lindsay shook her head without hesitation. "He likes to spend money. If it's expensive and trendy enough for him to show off to his friends, then he'll like it. "
Luke nodded.
The three drones were unique and exquisitely made.
There were still traces of large-scale production on the market, which cost thousands of dollars.
The three in front of him, on the other hand, could almost be called handicrafts.
Of course, a tycoon like Cook might be fooled by something that looked shabby on the outside.
As long as it looked good on the outside, rich people like him rarely cared about the quality of the parts inside.
It wasn't unusual for these fat sheep to make a lot of money out of a shell.
There were a lot of "shell" products on the shelves, which meant that Cook liked them.
On the other hand, the drone was a good thing.
The parts inside couldn't be said to be super expensive, but they were absolutely professional. Many of them were even hand-modified. Some functions shouldn't even appear in this "rich man's toy."
Given the creator's skills, Cook would probably have to pay more than a hundred thousand dollars to order a drone.
If the other party wanted to rip him off, then two hundred thousand per unit was a very reasonable figure.
How could Cook be so extravagant? Luke wasn't too sure.
It would be normal if it was a 200,000-dollar luxury car.
A car was much more practical for a prodigal. Whether it was for seducing beauties or transforming into a chariot, it was a very good choice.
And this was a drone.
As long as it wasn't a professional like Luke, most of the functions were just for show.
Could it be that Cook also used its infrared, night vision, and temperature difference mode to take turns to film the scene of fooling around?
If this Young Master really wanted to do that, one would be enough. There was no need to buy three.
However, these three drones did have Cook's scent. He had really played with them before.
Lindsay saw that he had been looking at the drone. After hesitating for a moment, she explained, "The videos inside shouldn't be related to this matter. They're all images of Cook's' private life ', so they've been deleted."
Luke hummed in response. He wasn't surprised.
With the toys and illegal drugs in the living room, it would be strange if Cook's father would dare leave the videos behind.
He didn't say anything else. He gestured, and the two of them walked out of the floor-to-ceiling balcony next to the bedroom.
Standing on the spacious balcony and looking at the central park across the street, Luke couldn't help but sigh. "This environment is really nice."
This apartment was very interesting. From the 15th floor up, it was like a stepped pyramid that shrank level by level.
This way, the area of the apartment would be reduced, but there would be a large balcony below, and the lighting would be much better.
Cook's apartment was already on the highest fifth floor. The balcony was unobstructed, and he could see the balconies on the other seven or eight floors. On the other side was the central park, which was lush with greenery and birds flying.
It could only be said that this guy was really a spender.
As he stood there and looked at the scenery, Lindsay found it strange. "Luke, is there a problem here?"
She subconsciously looked at the balcony above and below.
It wasn't difficult for residents on the upper and lower floors to get to this balcony; they could easily get up and down with an ordinary ladder.
But the identities of those who could live here were very clear.
People with unknown identities wouldn't be able to live here even if they had the money, or they would definitely be a hidden danger for others.
Luke hummed in response. "You've checked both the upper and lower floors. There shouldn't be any problems, right?"
Lindsay said, "Yes, we've asked them about the situation, and they're basically cleared of suspicion."
Luke nodded and went into the house. "Let's go to the hospital to see your cousin."
The two of them turned around and went downstairs. They rushed to a private hospital.
This was where Cook was being treated.
Just by looking at Lindsay's injury report, Luke had a rough idea why he had to be admitted to a private hospital.
Apparently, Cook and a certain woman had been too frightened at the time, and had sustained heavy injuries where they had touched each other.
If he was sent to a public hospital, he might end up in tomorrow's headlines.
With the development of online media, once news spread online, there was no point in guarding against it. They could only stop it at the source.
With Lindsay leading the way, it wasn't troublesome to check on Cook.
As for the other injured woman, she could already be discharged, but was temporarily kept in the hospital for observation.
This was to make it easier for the follow-up investigation. The woman had taken the money, so there was nothing to be unhappy about.
Luke spent less than five minutes with Cook, and another five minutes with the injured woman, before he left the ward.
Looking at his thoughtful expression, Lindsay asked, "Any leads?"
Luke gestured for them to sit down on a stone bench in the private hospital's park.
He then asked, "Don't you think it was done by a ghost? Do you want to find the culprit who knocked Cook out?"
After a brief hesitation, Lindsay said in a low voice, "This person might have secretly taken a lot of photos of Cook's private life."
Seeing that Luke was still puzzled, she continued to explain, "Cook usually doesn't keep his mouth shut. After he got too high, he might have said some things he shouldn't have."
Luke didn't find it interesting.
He had just recently used a clown to send a dozen big shots in politics and business to heaven. What was the point of him protecting this kind of person now?
He wasn't making a living by solving cases, and it would be meaningless even if the other party gave him some money or favors.
Pretending to think for a moment, Luke shook his head regretfully. "I'm sorry, Lindsay. This case is basically like this. I didn't find any clues, so I can't help. "
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