Daisy's house.

In the early morning, Daisy was standing in the kitchen making breakfast in her light pajamas.

Luke sat at the dining table and glanced at her back. Her pajamas were loose and only her slender waist could be seen.

The sun shines on the pajamas, and the light passes through the tulle, revealing the curves of the body, tall, slender, and straight.

Different from the slender bamboo legs, Daisy's wine glass legs are more fleshy.

Foreign girls can easily arouse the desire in people's hearts.

Luke wants to date Daisy.

Daisy's attitude is a bit complicated.

Luke can feel that Daisy has a crush on him, and secondly, he can bring Daisy a sense of security.

As for whether it was more of the former or more of the latter, he couldn't tell.

However, the fact that two people can live together has already been a successful first step.

The next step is to find a suitable opportunity and sleep with her.

Shameless?

He doesn't care, he just wants to do what he likes.

Just like working overtime, you can do it if you want to, but you can't do it if you don't want to.

As a systematic person, do you still expect to get rich with just a little overtime pay?

"It's time to have breakfast." Daisy came over with a dinner plate and sat across from Luke.

Toast, fried eggs, bacon, sausage, lettuce, mushrooms, milk, orange juice.

"Wow, it's very rich. I hope it will be like this every day." Luke took a bite of the sausage. It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It was baked in the oven, and the outer skin was cracked and the fat was forced out.

Daisy took a sip of orange juice and said, "Then eat more, Bodyguard Luke."

"Yes, ma'am." Luke responded with a smile, "What time do you get off work tonight? I'm going home to pick up a few changes of clothes."

"I have an appointment with my client in the afternoon. I may work overtime in the evening, so you don't need to pick me up.

I'm not afraid of going off work alone, I just don't like the darkness in the house, as long as the lights are on."

"OK, this is much easier than being a police officer."

…

When I came to the police detective station in the morning, Luke was mainly responsible for writing notes for the people involved in the case.

Lawn's three children were also called to the police station and asked if they had any clues about the warehouse.

There was also an episode in which Emma accused her sister Sophia of tampering with her will, and her brother Brooke tried to stop the fight. But it turned out that it was fine if he didn't stop her. The more she tried to persuade Emma, ​​the more violent the quarrel became. She felt isolated and even scolded her brother.

After a long commotion, the three of them were separated for questioning.

After Emma read the written will, she was full of resentment towards her brother and sister because of the conflict of interests.

In the afternoon, Mary from the technical survey team came to the office, holding a document in her hand, "The test report of the on-site survey is out."

Susan made a gesture of invitation, "Mary, please help me read it."

Mary opened the file, picked up the key information and said, "We tested that the blood stains on the ground were the same as the DNA of the deceased. Some hairs were found on the floor of the warehouse that were identical to the suspect Tim's DNA.

In addition, we also found a right palm print on the box that was different from Tim's palm print.

The corpse of the deceased was so badly decomposed that comparison could not be made.

The possibility of a third person being present cannot be ruled out.

Those are the main things."

Luke asked, "Has the painting in the deceased's hand been restored?"

Mary sighed, "The oil painting is close to the body and has a certain degree of decay. It is very difficult to repair. It requires professional people to deal with it, and it will take some time."

The deputy team leader smiled and said, "OK, I'm going to have a good chat with kid Tim this time."

…

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Detective Bureau interrogation room.

Tim was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, and Luke and the deputy team were responsible for the interrogation work.

The deputy team member sat at the interrogation table and looked at Tim with a smile, "How have you been in the past two days? Has your new relationship made any progress?"

Tim glared at him and turned his head to the side.

"Wow, look at how girly you are, you seem to be getting along well with your fellow inmates."

"Bullshit! Old guy, shut your stinky mouth, I'm not afraid of you."

"Young man, don't be impulsive. I'm here today to tell you good news. Lawn is not dead. Please tell me your acceptance speech."

"I don't know Lawn, so I don't know what you mean."

The deputy continued, "On June 26, you and your accomplices drove a black Volvo to Lawn's house and attacked him with a Taser, but he did not die. Do you regret not killing him now?"

With Lawn's testimony, we can figure out the entire case. If you want to confess on your own initiative, I can give you another chance."

Tim's expression changed slightly and he lowered his head, not daring to look at the deputy team again.

"OK, if you don't tell me, I will." The deputy captain stood up and walked back and forth.

"After you attacked Lawn, you got the keys and Social Security card from him, and then you drove to the warehouse. Do you want me to continue?"

Tim's body trembled slightly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

The deputy team member held the interrogation chair with both hands and said condescendingly, "Why did you kill Tony?"

Tim's fists were clenched tightly, and a few words popped out between his teeth, "I don't know who Tony is?"

"Have you ever been to Meng En Storage Center?"

"No." Tim answered simply.

"Edmund Lockard once said, 'Every contact must leave traces.' We found blood stains and hair in the warehouse where the crime occurred. The blood stains were the same as those of the deceased, and the hair belonged to you.

Tim, this alone is enough for us to prosecute you."

"fuck!fuck..."

Tim couldn't bear it and collapsed completely, "I admit that I have been to the warehouse, but I did not kill Tony."

The deputy team struck while the iron was hot, "Who is the murderer?"

"Cole Baker."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. I have been arrested for so long, and he has disappeared long ago."

"Tell me all about Cole Baker."

"He is an oil painting dealer. I only know his mobile phone number, 626 876 3178."

"Whose is that black Volvo?"

"I rented it with my friend's driver's license."

"How did you two meet?"

"About a year ago, we met at an oil painting exhibition. I am also an oil painting dealer. He took the initiative to talk to me about purchasing some well-known oil paintings and asked me if I had any channels.

We had a good chat and exchanged business cards. We might have opportunities for cooperation in the future.

"Later, we met several times and drank several times. He was very interested in the works of Impressionist master Schilder Hasen, and said that as long as he could get Schilder's works, he would give me a generous remuneration.

.

At first I thought he had a financial backer who wanted to buy a Schilder painting, but later I learned that his ancestor had a Schilder painting, but that painting was stolen, and he had been trying to get it back.

Later, he inquired about the painting through other channels and learned that the painting might be in Tony's hands."

Tim sighed softly and continued, "We found Tony and asked him about the whereabouts of the oil painting. He said that the oil painting was in Lawn's hands and took us to Lawn's house.

We caught Ron and found out the whereabouts of the painting.

Lawn said that the oil paintings were hidden in the Meng En Storage Center. We found them and opened the warehouse. There were indeed many oil paintings hidden inside, but there were no works by Schilder.

Cole was very angry, feeling that he had been deceived, and threatened to kill Tony.

Tony jumped over the wall and attacked Cole, and things got out of hand.

I helped Cole control Tony and drove to move the paintings. When I drove the car to the warehouse...Tony strangled Cole to death.

Sorry, I made a mistake, it was Cole who strangled Tony."

"Strangled with what?"

"belt."
To be continued...