After lunch, Greyson didn't leave, but stayed to chat with Luke.
Luke found that odd. "Is it okay to stay here when you're on a business trip to Los Angeles?"
Calmly looking at the sky, Greyson said, "It's fine. I'll go back if anyone has a problem. I don't like business trips anyway."
Luke was lost for words. Damn it. That was so cool. Was this how top experts did things?
But that was indeed the case.
The real experts around the world were all busy. If anyone wasn't satisfied with Greyson, they didn't need to come to him.
For someone like Old Greyson, there were at least eight to ten cases in the country every day, and all of them were troublesome cases.
So, he picked cases based on his mood.
Going on a business trip when you're in a good mood? Oh, I can't deal with business right now. I'll have to hire someone else.
Luke knew that he might be able to do what Old Greyson did if he worked as a detective for a couple of years.
By then, he wouldn't be the one picking cases, but the one picking cases.
As they chatted, it was already afternoon, and Selina had already gone home.
Seeing Old Greyson and hearing that he was Robert's brother, Selina immediately greeted him respectfully.
Greyson nodded with a subtle expression and glanced at Luke, but didn't say anything.
Then, it was dinner for the three of them.
Selina suggested Chinese food, and Luke chose Yangzhou fried rice, tomato beef brisket, and moo shu pork, which were more to American tastes.
Of course, they were all modified versions of American dishes.
The moo shu pork didn't have mushrooms or whiskers, so it should be shredded meat with lettuce.
Of course, the Yangzhou fried rice couldn't be as authentic. Luke didn't buy shrimp, and he used canned sweet corn for the corn. Everything else was similar.
This time, Greyson was truly surprised.
Clearly, it wasn't strange for Greyson to be able to make steak and roast chicken.
As long as Americans knew how to cook, they would all be able to cook this kind of dish. At most, it was just a matter of how good they were at cooking.
But the Chinese food that Luke was making right now was something that most Americans didn't have the patience to make. They thought that it was too troublesome and unnecessary.
Especially after tasting each dish, his expression became even weirder.
Although Greyson had never eaten Chinese food before, even an ordinary person could basically tell the quality of a dish from its color, smell, and taste.
Luke's cooking wasn't at the level of a master chef yet, but it was already excellent among ordinary people. Also, it looked and smelled good, and he could be a specialty chef.
After all, as long as the dishes looked beautiful and smelled tempting, it didn't matter if the food tasted bad.
After dinner, Greyson chatted with Selina for a while before he drove away.
Seeing that Greyson was gone, Selina came back to herself. "Huh? Why did your uncle suddenly come and stay here?"
Americans did not have the habits of Chinese people. It was rare for them to spend so much time with unfamiliar relatives. It was already good enough for them to have a meal together.
Of course, those who deliberately came to freeload food and drinks were excluded.
Luke shrugged. "I asked Elsa to look into this dear uncle of mine this afternoon. In addition to being a forensic expert, entomologist, and pathologist, he is also proficient in psychology, hehe. "
When he said this, his expression was indescribable.
Perhaps, Old Greyson was the "good and tight-lipped psychiatrist" that Robert had been talking about all this time.
On the other side, Greyson was also deep in thought.
After observing Luke for the whole afternoon, he felt that something was off.
Luke was a contradictory person.
He was young, but he was very mature.
He was full of vigor, but his movements were very calm.
He was courteous, but he often told lame jokes.
He was a murderer, but he wasn't like the homicidal maniacs that Greyson had met before.
After they returned to their temporary residence, Greyson called Robert. "It's me."
"How's it going?" Robert asked nervously.
After a brief silence, Greyson said, "Well, I need more time to analyze it, but I don't see anything wrong with him. However, I don't see any problems at the moment. He's acting very normal. "
"Jill, he's only eighteen, and he killed almost a hundred people in half a year. Do you know how long it took me to return to normal after I killed a terrorist for the first time? "
Of course Greyson knew. After Robert was discharged from the army, he had participated in part of Robert's psychotherapy and planned most of the plans.
Nobody knew better than Greyson how terrible Robert's mental state was back then.
After a brief silence, he said, "It's a little hurtful, but what I'm trying to say is that he's even more mature than you are, even though he's only eighteen. So, you can't simply apply what happened to you to him. Also, did you know that he's a great cook? It wasn't the kind of food that could be cooked by putting the ingredients into the oven or microwave according to a recipe. It was authentic Chinese food. I could even see him skillfully operating the wok. Wow, he told me that that's just a basic skill for Chinese chefs. What could you do when you were eighteen? The only thing you know how to do is microwave milk or pizza? "
Robert was furious. "Did you know how to cook Chinese food when you were eighteen? Do you know how to cook anything except that damn deep-fried worm? "
Greyson was stunned for a moment. "The deep-fried worm was delicious, but you lacked courage. Fine, let's not talk about that. I just want to tell you that your adopted son is different from us. You don't have to worry about him. Maybe he's a natural-born detective! "
Robert sighed. "That's the only way."
In the end, Greyson added, "I'll keep an eye on him. If the situation permits, I'll visit him every couple of months. Instead of worrying about him, you should trust me. At least, I'm a professional. "
Robert was lost for words. "Okay, you're the best, but make sure nothing happens to him."
After a brief silence, Greyson said, "I will."
At that moment, Luke had already fallen asleep.
The next day, Selina dragged Luke to the police department.
Elsa asked casually, "How are you getting along with your uncle?"
Luke thought for a moment and nodded. "He's a wise senior. You can tell him everything that's bothering you."
Elsa raised her eyebrows. "Is there really such a good senior?" The seniors in her family … Hehe!
Luke nodded with a smile, but added inwardly, That's only if he's patient enough to deal with you, or he'll simply tell you to get lost and not bother him.
"How's Sheerah's case going?" He changed the subject, not wanting to talk about his family.
Elsa didn't like talking about other people's families, either. She nodded and said, "We have some leads, but the guy is hiding further south in USC. We can't find him."
Luke asked, "Have you found a suspect?"
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