Chapter 231 (1/2)

Luke was laughing at the door of the shop.

It was a conversation with a lot of Mexican Spanish. God knows which illegal immigrant is calling.

Small G can only continue to change a line, this time finally has the long sound of Du.

He was overjoyed and dialed a number: ”Catherine, it's so nice to hear your voice again. You can't believe what we've been through. Well, ghosts know what we've been through... ”

A moment later, the three came back easily.

Nick smiled and said, ”well, the patrol and the forensic have come. Listen, Shirley, slike, you're going to follow me back to the Bureau and make a note. ”

The owner's wife and the shop assistant were still sticky as if they hadn't heard them. They even had a back talk and made a BIA chirp.

Before long, the patrol and the forensics arrived.

After a few words of inquiry, the patrol was ready to take the two thick middle-aged men and women back.

Luke stopped them. ”Wait a minute.” Everyone looked at him.

He raised his finger and pointed to the barbecue stove in the restaurant: ”officer, I think you'd better go to see that stove with the forensics. There seems to be something abnormal in it. Find it out and ask the owner's wife and the clerk when you go back. ”

The constable looked at him doubtfully, and a fair haired, capable woman said, ”I'll do it.”

Nick: Catherine, I'll help you

Luke knew that the blonde was also famous for her aunt.

A moment later, a burnt skeleton appeared from the charcoal ashes in the stove. All of them looked at the owner's wife.

Shirley stood up in fright. ”It's none of my business. I didn't know there was one.”

The eyes of all the people turned to her side of slike.

”I don't know. I'm just a clerk,” said slike, shaking his head

Everyone: You both look like a pair of cheap husband and silver lady!

More than an hour later, they returned to the Assurance Center with a face of relief.

It's only half a day after today. What happened is so strange.

Luke also went to the autopsy room. When he came in, he saw an old man with a short head, artificial legs on both legs, silver beard and hair listening to a country music with a cane. A Italian coffee machine was working.

He has an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Just then, old g also came. Seeing Luke nodding, he went to the old forensic doctor and said nothing: ”Al, what about the report I want?”

Old forensics al: ”over there, take it yourself. Well, won't you have a drink? ”

Old g didn't refuse. He took a small cup of freshly ground coffee from Al and began to taste it. He asked casually, ”this coffee machine is good. Where did it come from?”

Al also leisurely savored the coffee in his hand: ”I applied for it in the name of the autopsy room.”

”You can still buy a coffee machine at public expense?” asked old G

This is a fine espresso machine, absolutely not a necessity, and the autopsy room is divided into divisions.

There are only four forensics in Al's autopsy room. How can we provide them with this expensive coffee machine?