Luke smiled. "If we find anything, we'll tell our acquaintances at the police department and help them bring the murderer to justice. You're not really going to kill the murderer with a gun, are you, grandpa? "
Looking at his grandson's smiling face, Drax had no choice but to compromise. "Okay. Then, Joseph … "
"Let Ferreira take care of him. Just watch TV in the hotel," Luke said as he called out to Joseph.
The little guy came out of the room with a questioning look in his eyes.
He had been watching Luke and Drax's conversation from the room.
Sure enough, with Luke around, his grandpa immediately calmed down.
Luke secretly gave Joseph an OK gesture. "When Ferreira comes, you watch TV in the room. Grandpa and I will go take a look."
Joseph let out an "Oh" and felt relieved.
The hot-tempered Drax would pull out a gun at the slightest disagreement, but the gentle Luke probably wouldn't.
Well, at least that was what Joseph thought.
Ten minutes later, after leaving Joseph in the care of Ferreira, Luke and his granddaughter left.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Luke started the engine and sighed. "You modified it again? It feels more comfortable. "
This Raptor pickup was Drax's favorite car, and only Luke, his grandson, could use it.
Robert had played with this car twice, and the old man's face had turned long, so Robert had tactfully stopped touching it.
Although he wasn't in a good mood, Drax couldn't help but laugh. "So you can't tell. You've improved recently."
Luke shrugged. "I drive every day at work, and I have to add a little something to my car every now and then. I can't not improve."
Drax patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction. "Not bad. That's our Coulson child."
Luke smiled but didn't say anything.
In Drax's view, a man should like cars, guns, and women.
Of course, he felt that the importance of the three should decrease in descending order.
Cars first, and women last.
Compared to when he was in middle school, Luke now dealt with cars and guns every day. In the end … there would be a lot of women.
Drax had been a handsome guy when he was young. Even with his fiery temper, many girls had liked him.
As a child of his family, Drax felt that as long as Luke's sexual orientation wasn't wrong, he wouldn't lack women.
Didn't you see that Joseph had two girlfriends since kindergarten?
The men of the Coulson family definitely wouldn't lack women.
Of course, Luke was deliberately chatting with the old man about these things to distract him so that the old man wouldn't sulk.
This was the bad thing about people with a stubborn temper. No matter how much other people said, it was still the same.
But the old man wasn't on guard against Luke, and quickly calmed down under Luke's Basic Hypnosis and Mental Communication.
Although he was still very sad about his old friend's death, he no longer had the idea.
After Drax's explanation, Luke knew that there was something wrong with this case.
This old man wanted to personally find trouble with the murderer, but he did not approve of it.
To put it simply, Drax and his old friend, Bradley, were from the same hometown, and they had grown up together.
Later, the old man joined the army and fought in the war. He returned home to marry a wife, have children, and manage the ranch.
His old friend, Bradley, came to Dallas and hung out on the streets. He became a biker and played rock and roll. Finally, he made a fortune and opened his own bar, turning over a new leaf.
Bradley was a resourceful and capable person. When he was young, he had made a lot of connections in the Hell Angels.
After opening the bar, he no longer got involved in the internal affairs of the Hell Angels, but he still provided some convenience to the Hell Angels, which allowed the bar to maintain a good profit.
Thus, the Hell Angels would have small gatherings in the bar from time to time.
Of course, the bar was always open to the public, and wasn't a gang hideout.
In fact, given Bradley's background, it wouldn't be strange if he died one day, and Drax wouldn't insist on avenging him.
But in the bar last night, Bradley, the boss, two bartenders, and more than ten Hell Angels members who had been drinking in the bar were all dead.
If it was really a gang seeking revenge, they would definitely use cold weapons or guns.
The strange thing was that none of the people in the bar last night had died from either of these things.
The twenty or so victims all died in strange ways. Most of them were in their respective positions, but their expressions seemed to have suddenly paused as they suddenly died.
Even stranger, all the victims were covered in blue.
The police's preliminary autopsy showed that they had all died of sulfur poisoning.
Only a large amount of sulfur could cause this kind of poisoning — for example, burying a person in a pile of sulfur.
But the situation in the bar didn't seem like that. It was more like the work of a psychopath or a cult member. Normal people wouldn't use such a troublesome and weird method to kill people.
Outside the bar with the yellow warning tape, Drax waved at a man in a suit. "Lil 'Jack, come here."
The white man, "Lil 'Jack," who was in his forties, had a helpless expression on his face. "Uncle … Drax, just call me Jack. I'll call you after this case is solved. You don't have to make a trip here yourself. "
Drax snorted. "You police officers have to follow the rules when you work a case, but the person who did this doesn't."
He patted Luke's shoulder and said, "This is my son, Luke. He's a detective from L.A.'s Major Crimes Division. "
Looking at Jack's expression, Drax sneered impatiently. "Forget it. He's worried about me, so he came with me. If he finds any clues, he'll tell you. Keep your thoughts to yourself and think about them when you get home. "
Jack nodded with a bitter smile. "Come on in. Just don't touch anything inside. The forensics department isn't done yet."
Luke said, "Okay, Jack." He followed Jack into the bar.
All the bodies in the bar had been taken away, but the forensics team was still working late into the night to conduct a detailed investigation of the entire bar.
Given the size of the bar and the number of people moving around, this was definitely a huge project. It would be pretty good if they could finish it in two or three days.
Luke frowned.
For him, this was definitely one of the worst crime scenes.
With just a rough analysis, he was certain that at least 150 people had been in and out of the scene in the last two days.
This included police officers, forensics staff, paramedics, reporters, and all sorts of miscellaneous people. The bar itself had a lot of people moving around, and there were so many smells that it was annoying.
However, Luke was already used to Sharp Nose.
He simply differentiated between the many smells and picked out the ones that were the most mixed with the smell of sulfur.
These smells probably belonged to the dead, which was why their own smells were mixed with the smell of sulfur.
After a long while, he looked at Jack. "Are you sure there were only eighteen victims?"
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