Then, they went to Old Greyson's office and chatted.
Luke gave him a box. "This is a present."
Old Greyson raised an eyebrow. "Can I open it?"
Luke said with a smile, "Of course. I put an instruction manual in the box, but I don't mind explaining it to you in person."
Old Greyson opened the box and looked at the thing that looked like a phone. "A phone?"
Luke shook his head with a smile. "It looks like a phone, but it's actually a … microphone. You can aim the antenna at your target, and you can pick up their conversation within twenty meters. It could be recorded and listened to, or it could be directly converted to text on the screen and viewed with the eye. Of course, the voice recognition error rate is slightly higher. "
Selina's eyes lit up when she heard that. For detectives, this was a godly tool for solving cases.
Old Greyson's expression was complicated. After a long time, he said, "Thank Robert for me." He then put the microphone in his drawer.
Luke nodded with a smile and didn't say anything else.
When he talked to Robert, he had heard that Old Greyson's mother had a genetic disease that could lead to hearing loss.
Old Greyson didn't have hearing problems yet, but the microphone was very useful.
The FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. also had such equipment, and they were usually installed in tracking vehicles. Those devices were much more effective than Luke's, and could eavesdrop anywhere within a hundred meters.
The advantage of Luke's gadget was that it was small and portable.
The three of them talked for a while longer. Greyson asked Luke about his work and personal life.
Luke answered most of his questions truthfully, but he didn't mention anything about the vigilantes.
Old Greyson clearly sensed something different, but he didn't say anything, nor did he want to get to the bottom of it.
Suddenly, Luke sniffed and asked, "Greyson, are the cleaners allowed to touch the evidence in your lab?"
Old Greyson said, "The cleaners may accidentally touch the unimportant evidence, but they're not allowed to touch the important evidence. What are you trying to say? "
Luke turned around and looked at a young female cleaner not far away. "Interesting. I didn't expect that to happen. "
Old Greyson didn't change his expression. He simply looked at the young female cleaner until she disappeared around a corner with the cart.
Luke thought for a moment, then took out his fake phone and fiddled with it.
Fortunately, Old Greyson hadn't installed any electronic surveillance devices in this place.
He then closed the door and turned around. "Greyson, do you have a preference when it comes to solving cases? For example … does it have to be done artistically? "
After a brief silence, Old Greyson said, "Evidence speaks louder than art. It's a science."
Luke shrugged. "I don't have any proof, but I want to give you a not-so-artistic answer. Do you want to hear it?"
Old Greyson said, "Go ahead."
Luke said, "The female cleaner near the entrance just now is a young woman related to the Mannequin Killers. I don't have any evidence, but you can try to direct the investigation to her. "
Old Greyson said, "… You don't seem to be high. Did you absorb the white crystals? Or did you go skating? "
Luke smiled. "Sorry. Although the model killer's method of committing the crime is very artistic, as you said, there is no art in solving the case. I choose to reveal the mystery directly. I never thought that I would meet a serial killer who came back to admire the process of solving his own case! "
He knew that Old Greyson had a lot of battles of wits and courage with some serial killers. The two of them often played the game of cat and mouse, which was to create false evidence, see through it, and track down clues.
What Luke was doing right now was clearly a spoiler, and he would be drowned in a pig cage if it was posted online.
Old Greyson had a strange expression on his face, but he nodded in the end. "Okay, got it. However, I might not be able to have lunch with you this time. "
Luke chuckled. "We're here for fun. We won't be back until the day after tomorrow."
Old Greyson nodded. "Fine. You can have fun for now."
Luke got up, and Selina hurried to follow him to the door.
Old Greyson came over to see them off.
He had always been cold and aloof, and was rarely so polite. Even when his boss came and went, he was as steady as a mountain.
At the door, they were saying goodbye to Old Greyson, when three people suddenly walked past them and whispered to each other.
Old Greyson's eyes lit up. "Nick, where are you going?"
Nick said solemnly, "Oh, Greyson, we're going to celebrate Henry's birthday."
Old Greyson nodded, deep in thought. "Take my nephew with you. He's a young detective who just joined the profession. He'll be able to talk to you. "
He then looked at Luke and said, "You can hang out with them for a few hours. They're familiar with this place."
The three people all looked conflicted. Old Greyson turned a blind eye to them and said, "Whatever you want to do, take him with you." He then gave Nick a look.
Stunned for a moment, Nick nodded with a bitter smile. "Okay, okay."
He turned his head. "… Greyson, you're talking about nephews. You don't have nieces, do you?"
His gaze fell on Selina. She was such a hot and beautiful Latin American woman. Anyone would pay attention to her.
Looking at Old Greyson's face, Luke extended his hand with a smile. "I'm Luke. Nice to meet you, Nick."
The young man had a head of short blond hair and handsome facial features, but when he grinned, he had a free and easy temperament.
Nick was a good-tempered man. He also extended his hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Luke. This is … "
Luke said, "This is my partner, Selina. We're both detectives of the Major Crimes Division of Los Angeles."
Nick's expression was complicated. "You …"
Luke chuckled. "She's like a sister to me, and she's very outgoing."
Selina waved at the three men with a smile as a greeting.
All three of them smiled at the same time. They were both very good-looking, and they were Old Greyson's connections, so they couldn't keep a straight face.
Old Greyson shooed them away again. "Alright, you can go now."
As for what kind of prank these guys were up to, he didn't care at all.
Old Greyson himself often "helped" the rookies get into working mode with his special "special training."
When it came to pranking people, he did it in a natural and smooth manner.
Among his subordinates, there were more than one or two who had developed similar hobbies.
The five of them talked as they went downstairs.
After a brief introduction, Luke and Selina got to know the three of them.
Greg, the boy called Greyson, was the youngest. He was a joker who was still a student. He was sunny but not annoying.
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