Karen walked him to the stairs, and Luke didn't ask her to continue.
After he went downstairs, the young girl who had slipped over asked in a low voice, "Karen, who's that? He looks pretty handsome. "
Karen turned around with a smile. "His name is Luke. He just moved here and lives in the building diagonally across the street. Didn't Charlie mention him to you? Cordelia, it seems that Charlie has a lot of secrets about you. "
Cordelia was stunned for a moment. She suddenly connected a person she had heard of to the name she had just heard.
Her mouth dropped open. "He's that Luke? The Luke who made Charlie and I have to do volunteer work? "
Karen zipped her mouth. "It's good that you know. Of course, you can share it with Charlie."
With that, she entered the room.
This little girl, Cordelia, was Charlie's little girlfriend, and was only fifteen years old.
Charlie had been thrown into the labor camp by his mother … Ah, no, the renovation team, and Cordelia had been shoved in by his father.
The firm had been too busy recently, so Foggy had called two girls over to do odd jobs and work as Karen's "apprentices." Cordelia was one of them.
This young couple could now be considered to have gone through thick and thin together.
After a long daze, Cordelia was roused by Karen's shout. She jogged into the room and mumbled to herself, Is this the killer duo that Charlie was talking about? Is there something wrong with this guy's brain after watching too many movies? It would be more appropriate to call him a high school student.
He did look more level-headed than an ordinary high school student, but … a killer? Cordelia snorted, confirming once again that her boyfriend's "mysterious premonition" was just an overreaction.
If this Luke was a killer, wouldn't Charlie be the king of killers?
…
In the next three days, Luke and Selina slacked off even more, and didn't even report to the police department in the morning.
Of course, while Luke was adapting to his skyrocketing mental strength, he was also making arrangements for the operation. He didn't waste any time.
Selina, on the other hand, had to sort out intelligence on the killers, including the information on Weasel the bartender and the suspicious people that Luke's intelligence system had recently picked up on in the city.
The system could only give a rough verdict on this matter, and it was still up to her to screen them.
At the same time, the old comrade that Robert had asked Luke to look for finally had some leads.
But this person wasn't among the thousand people that Luke had searched earlier.
After comparing Little Snail's sketch with the thousand or so people to no avail, Luke compared it with all the targets in the police department's database. A few days later, he finally found a similar person in a case.
It was a shooting incident that happened more than a year ago. This person was shot in the head and sent to the hospital.
That was all the information he had. There were no more clues about this old comrade, only that he would be discharged soon.
There was no follow-up to the shooting, just a simple statement that it was a gang fight.
Following the clues in the files, Luke found the Metropolitan General Hospital where his old comrade was being resuscitated.
In fact, many of the victims of the shooting incident were sent to this hospital for emergency treatment.
Unfortunately, doctors were as busy as lawyers and detectives.
Even if Luke showed his identity as a detective, it wouldn't work. The doctors he asked simply told him what happened that night, before saying that they couldn't remember anything else, and left in a hurry.
There was nothing Luke could do.
It was very unrealistic to ask these doctors from the Emergency Department, who were so busy that they were hitting the back of their heads, to stop and slowly recall everything.
If Luke had the mental strength of an ordinary person, he wouldn't have much of an impression if someone came to ask him about a case from more than a year ago. Through Mental Communication, he confirmed that these doctors weren't lying.
With nothing to show for it, Luke could only walk out. He thought that he should check the police department's files again.
When he rounded the corner, someone hurried over and almost bumped into Luke.
Luke dodged and smiled at the other party. "You're very busy, Temple."
It was Charlie's sister, Temple. She was a nurse, but had been resting at home for a while.
Seeing that it was Luke, she smiled too. "Hi, Luke. Are you … on business? "
Of course, she knew Luke's identity as a detective, which was why she had asked.
Luke's heart skipped a beat. "I have something to do. Can I take up some of your time?"
Temple said straightforwardly, "I just got off the operating table. Let me go to the bathroom first."
A few minutes later, the two of them found a corner and started talking.
Hearing Luke ask about the victim from the shooting more than a year ago, Temple nodded. "I participated in the rescue. I remember the patient you mentioned very well."
Luke asked, "Why?"
Temple said, "Because his family didn't sign off on his operation, and his identity wasn't confirmed. In the end, two people in suits signed an agreement to give up on resuscitation. If it weren't for his strong vitality, he would've died that night. "
Luke frowned. "Who were they?"
Temple shook her head. "I was busy saving people at the time and didn't pay much attention, but they should be from some department. Otherwise, they wouldn't have the right to sign an agreement to give up on resuscitation."
"Who's the lead surgeon?" he asked.
Temple said, "It's Dr. Albert Carter, but he just went to Europe for a medical conference and won't be back for a week. It's not uncommon for non-family members to sign off on things like this. He might not remember much. "
Luke said, "Thank you for your help, Temple. I won't take up any more of your time."
Temple shook her head with a smile. "I really don't know how to thank you for recruiting Charlie into the renovation team again. You and Selina have to come over for dinner when you're free."
He nodded with a smile. "Sure. Give me a call when you're free."
After saying goodbye, Luke drove to the address of the man who looked like Robert's old comrade in Queens.
Standing in front of a bungalow for a moment, he frowned.
It had been a long time since anyone had been in or out of the house.
Thinking for a moment, he went around to the back of the house, opened the back door, and entered the room.
In the kitchen, a lot of things were still in use and hadn't been put back in place, such as cutlery, kitchenware, chairs, and towels.
Passing through the kitchen and into the living room, he saw that it wasn't chaotic, but it wasn't tidy either.
It seemed that this house had fallen into a state of stillness after the owner left, and no one had ever returned.
Frowning, Luke walked over to the photo frame in the living room.
This was a habit of many Americans.
If it was a young person, it was a couple's photo. If there were children, it would be a family portrait.
Of course, there might also be photos of grandparents and close friends.
The photo of this family wasn't that complicated. It was a family of four, with the male and female owners and a pair of children.
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