It was already five o 'clock in the morning when he entered the entertainment hall on the first floor after grabbing something to eat.
There were still a lot of people in the hall. There was no need to worry about time here.
In the entertainment halls of Las Vegas, the hotels didn't have any time indicators, and there were no windows, which would make the tourists forget about time and rest until they lost every coin they had.
Luke casually exchanged for a thousand dollars worth of chips and wandered around the tables.
Like most tourists, he placed a few bets when he saw something he was interested in, and walked away when he wasn't.
In less than an hour, he had basically read all the games.
His conclusion was that it wasn't hard to win money!
However, if you want to win a lot of money easily, the most suitable game is blackjack, because it requires very few cards.
For the sake of experimentation, Luke sat down at a blackjack table and experimented a few times.
After winning a hundred dollars, he left and exchanged the chips for money. He only got back 820 dollars, and lost the rest.
He shook his head.
He had wasted a lot of time walking around the tables. If he were to sit down and play a certain game, it would be easy for him to lose hundreds of dollars in an hour.
Losing thousands of dollars in a day was just a basic expense.
This game was really harmful!
Muttering to himself, Luke went upstairs again. It was half past six by then.
After going upstairs, he made himself a cup of coffee and stood in front of the glass wall, looking at the city in the last darkness of the early hours of the morning. His heart was calm.
At half past seven, Selina came out of her room drowsily.
Luke turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"
Selina said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Luke said, "… Do I need to remind you that there's a bathroom and a toilet in your room?"
Selina said, "Oh, I thought I was at home." She then turned around and went back into her room.
Luke chuckled.
It wasn't strange for Selina to come out, but did she think that he was still in his pajamas because of the excitement last night?
What he had seen just now was different from what he had seen at the door of his bedroom.
When a certain someone walked and turned around, the situation was really … there were no blind spots. At the same time, it was also very dynamic and lively.
Smiling, Luke returned to his room and changed his clothes.
He couldn't be too casual today since he was visiting Old Greyson. The sportswear he was wearing was too casual.
After changing into casual clothes, he knocked on Selina's door.
This guy didn't even close the door after coming out. Could it be that he couldn't hold in his pee?
Leaning against the door, he knocked on it. "Selina, get up. We're visiting Greyson today. We can't be late."
Selina said, "… Okay, let me sleep a little longer."
Luke said, "I heard that the restaurant downstairs is serving Australian lobsters today. It's only 88. You can take one home."
Selina sat up abruptly. "Ah, I want lobster."
Luke said, "No problem. But at least put on some clothes before we talk about this. I'll wait for you outside, young maiden. "
Selina was at a loss for a moment. She looked down and said helplessly, "Why am I naked? Did you take it off for me? "
Luke couldn't be bothered to respond to such slander. Don't you know that you slept naked for the whole night?
Selina didn't really care. She and Luke had been living in the same room for months, and there had been too many incidents of exposure. After all, she wasn't the kind of woman who cared too much about details.
As for Luke, all she could say was that she trusted him completely.
Half an hour later, Selina, who was fully dressed, left the room. Luke whistled. "Wow, our Selina is getting prettier and prettier."
Selina didn't think much of it. She even turned around and said, "How is it? I bought it for a few days, but I never had a chance to wear it. "
Luke said, "It's beautiful and suits you."
Selina wasn't dressed like a police officer at all today. She was wearing a casual, light brown trench coat, a black-and-white checkered sweater, and a pair of gray pants. She looked even more charming than usual.
Nobody would think that she was a policewoman if she went out like this.
Selina nodded in satisfaction. She took Luke's arm and they went downstairs for breakfast.
She wouldn't have gotten up so early if it wasn't for the Australian lobsters.
It was a sumptuous breakfast. Selina ate the Australian lobsters that she had been dreaming of, and Luke paid the bill.
Then, they went to the forensics center.
At half past eight, they showed their IDs and documents at the entrance and entered the forensics center.
Looking at the high-tech interior of the forensics center, Selina clicked her tongue in wonder.
Luke, however, smiled and didn't say anything.
This was a sacred place for many CSI agents. They didn't expect to visit it so soon.
They found Old Greyson's office, but didn't see him inside.
Luke could only ask a night shift worker who happened to pass by. The man had a funny face and a funny voice, but he was a nice guy. He told them that Old Greyson was in the forensics room.
Luke and Selina thanked him and walked twenty meters to the forensics room.
The elegant and handsome middle-aged man was examining a model with a magnifying glass, as if he were appreciating a piece of art.
Luke knocked on the door. Old Greyson reluctantly put down the magnifying glass and smiled. "You're here."
Luke gestured at him. "Can I come in? This thing seems interesting. "
Old Greyson wasn't bothered. "It's fine as long as you don't touch it."
Luke leaned forward and observed the model for a moment without using the magnifying glass. "This is a piece of art. Greyson, when did you fall in love with handicrafts? This taste is a little too strong. It's too realistic. "
It was because the model was a vivid murder scene. Even the bloodstains and the wounds of the victims had been replicated.
Old Greyson thought for a moment and shook his head. "It's not my work. It's evidence from a serial killer. We call him the Model Killer. "
Stunned for a moment, Luke couldn't help but lower his head and observe the model carefully. "So, this is a signature left by the killer. There must be more than one, right?"
Old Greyson pointed to the side. "There's another one over there."
Luke walked over but didn't examine it too closely. He simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
A moment later, he turned around with a strange expression. "Have you found any leads on this model killer? For example … her gender. "
Old Greyson's eyes narrowed. "Her? Are you saying that the model killer is a woman? "
Luke said, "Not necessarily. She could be an accomplice, or someone who helped the killer make or put down the model. It's a woman. She's not too old, probably less than thirty years old. "
Old Greyson: "… Did you have sex before you came?"
Luke chuckled. "No, I'm just saying that. It might not be of much use."
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