It was true that this building was licensed as a psychotherapist, but it was another question how many of the customers here were willing to be questioned by the police.
"Ah, oh, hm, huh?" The door to the first room they passed wasn't closed.
The young woman's expression didn't change. "This is jiu-jitsu. It can soothe the nerves and relieve stress."
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Clap, clap! "The sound came from the second room that was not closed.
The young woman said solemnly, "This is whipping treatment. It's very expensive."
Luke was confused. "Do you have female customers here?"
The young woman immediately understood what he meant. "No, the customer is a male."
Luke was lost for words.
It might be illegal for a male customer to hit a female therapist, but it seemed legal for him to pay a female therapist to whip him.
Selina was shocked, but she didn't say anything.
They reached the end of the hallway on the second floor, where there was a Queen of Hearts card on the door.
The young woman knocked on the door. "Miss Donna, I need you to come out for a moment."
A moment later, a female voice rang out. "One moment."
Luke raised an eyebrow.
This voice, with a curled tongue, sounded a little muffled when speaking English, but it also gave it an obvious exotic flavor.
More importantly, the woman's lazy voice was slightly low, like a whisper in his ear in the middle of the night.
Luke vaguely remembered someone: the electrifying long-legged Vanessa.
Of course, it wasn't her voice.
But both Vanessa's electrifying eyes and the woman's voice were very alluring.
Luke chuckled and patted the young woman's shoulder. "You can leave now. I don't think you'll be interested in what's going to happen next, right?"
After a brief hesitation, the woman finally went downstairs, but she didn't forget to add, "We're licensed. Don't cause trouble, okay?"
Luke nodded, lost for words.
His words sounded quite righteous at first, but the last sentence turned into a gentle plea. Was this also considered … a professional habit?
It wasn't until the woman disappeared at the top of the stairs that the door in front of them opened with a soft sound.
Luke made a few gestures with his hands, and Selina obediently leaned back and peeked into a room to look in his direction.
Luke smiled and looked at the woman at the door.
She had long, straight black hair that was slightly fluffy. Her eyebrows were deep and her eyes were large, but the corners of her eyes were sharp and slanted. She looked like a fox.
Her upper lip was slightly thin, and her lower lip was plump, appearing very alluring.
She opened her mouth and asked, "You, are you also here … for treatment?"
Among the people who sought treatment from her, there weren't many with this kind of appearance and temperament.
Luke chuckled and sized her up for a moment. "No, Miss Donna, I'm here for Mr. Smith."
The woman was stunned. "What Smith?"
Luke chuckled. "The one hiding behind the clothes rack next to your door with a gun in his right hand and a baby in his left. Middle-aged Caucasian male, six feet two inches tall (about 1.88 meters), with stubble all over his face, wearing a grayish-black jacket and jeans. Do I need to go on? Mr. Smith. "
When he said this, his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, looking at a certain spot in the room.
The woman at the door was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth, as if she didn't know what to say.
Luke glanced at her and sighed inwardly. This was a contestant who crushed Selina!
She was wearing a dark red tunic that accentuated her breasts. She was wearing black stockings with suspenders and a pair of black high-top boots.
Wow, what a professional therapist!
Nobody in the room said anything as these random thoughts flashed through his mind.
Luke simply said to Miss Donna, "Can I ask you a few questions?"
Under his gaze, the lofty and imposing Miss Donna nodded unconsciously.
Although this young man looked quite friendly, as a "special" psychotherapist, she faintly felt that under his friendly appearance, there was an indescribable quality.
"Then please talk to my partner over there, okay?" Luke gestured at Selina behind him to pull Miss Donna over.
Watching Miss Donna leave, Luke continued calmly, "Mr. Smith, you had the chance in the park just now, but you didn't shoot us. So, I think we can talk."
After another brief silence, a low male voice finally rang out in the room. "What do you want to talk about?"
Luke said, "That baby! Because of him, I killed five armed criminals in the park just now. They even shot an innocent woman, and she's now in surgery. I think I have the right to know the cause of all this. "
"Hehe, you're a police officer." The low male voice chuckled, but didn't sound happy.
Luke asked, "Is there a problem? You saw my badge very clearly in the park, right? "
"Then it's none of your business," said the low male voice. "So, you may leave."
Luke narrowed his eyes. The police couldn't do anything about it?
"I didn't receive an order not to investigate this case," he replied calmly.
The low male voice sneered. "A pregnant woman and more than twenty armed criminals died in an abandoned factory on the east side last night. Have you seen the news? No. I think you'll get a call very soon. "
At that moment, Luke's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and picked up the call. "What's up?"
A moment later, Luke hung up the phone with an indifferent expression.
Pondering for a moment, he walked into the room and closed the door.
He turned around and chuckled. "Mr. Smith, it seems that you were right. I received a call telling me that the case has been transferred. "
A tall man was standing next to the door with a gun in his hand, but he didn't raise it.
Hearing that, Mr. Smith smiled. "So, I guessed right, but I'm not happy about it."
Luke chuckled and observed the tall man for a moment. "Yes, I'm the same. Let me ask you something. You're short of money, right? Or maybe weapons? "
Smith narrowed his eyes. "What are you trying to say?"
Luke gave an address and dug into his side pocket. He slowly took out a stack of green bills.
"There's an underground storeroom in the abandoned factory with a few guns in it. I can't use them, so I'm giving them to you. As for this … "He threw the stack of bills on the bed." Consider it a reward! "
Smith frowned. "What do you mean?"
Luke was still smiling. "I'm a little curious. So, when you find the answer, just let me know one last time. "
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