Super Detective in the Fictional World

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After getting in the car, Selena asked Luke to go to the pastry shop first. She will pay for the snacks and pastries today. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

The nugget nodded with satisfaction and praised her consciously.

Luke pulled out the phone: "I asked Lucy to see if their shop is open today."

After the earthquake last night, there must be a lot of shops affected today, and the doors may not open.

After a few words, he hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator under his feet: "The good news is that they are open today as usual."

As soon as Selena heard it, she knew that there was still something to say, and consciously clamored: "The bad news is ..."

"Their store is full today. If we go later, we can only buy flour and sugar from the store and make it home by ourselves." Luke laughed bitterly.

When the identity of the ghost butcher stopped, his cooking time plummeted, and he didn't want to make those pastries that were too time-consuming and laborious.

But today is to reward gold nuggets, the ordinary pastries he made obviously cannot be used as rewards.

Lucy is a female clerk in the pastry shop they visit most often.

The price of this pastry shop is relatively high, the business is usually tepid, and there is rarely a long line.

But today, there are not many pastry shops still operating in Los Angeles.

The gold nugget slammed.

It also pouted, it is clear that the level of this shop and ordinary pastry shops are different.

It didn't want to eat pig food at all.

Luke laughed: "Okay. Lucy reserved us a full tiramisu back chef, and she guessed we might need it today."

Selina pouted, "Yo, even this can help you think about it. Say, how many times has she given you a mobile phone number?"

Luke smiled and said, "Just when we went there for the second time, I got her mobile phone number, did you forget it? That time we bought more than a hundred pastries in the shop, and then we became To her big customers. "

Selena was dumb.

As soon as he said, she remembered.

Even when Luke was on a business trip, she used Luke's VIP customers to go to the pastry shop, and Lucy was very enthusiastic about her.

Who made Luke, the three big stomach kings, had amazing purchasing power, and each month Lucy's sales were completed in advance, and he received a huge bonus smoothly.

Of course, Luke wasn't stupid enough to tell Selina that Lucy had called several times in private and asked him to go out for a drink and coffee at night.

Mainly because he is very busy at night, where can I go to my sister.

Driving near the pastry shop, Luke frowned.

Selina also looked strangely at the pastry shop not far away, where there was a lot of noise and many people were running outwards.

But they didn't run fast, and they didn't look very scared. Many people trot and looked back.

Many people even ran across the street and stretched their necks to start watching.

Luke looked at each other.

"God bless, don't let our tiramisu simmer." Selina was a little worried, but she promised some dog's delicious pastry, and she couldn't be afraid to be mocked for a long time by it.

Luke: "Although I would like to comfort you and say no, it is quite possible."

"Hmm." The gold nugget was a little nervous, but it was a fair reward, which the Great Devil recognized.

If it's gone, don't blame it for the goofy idea that it racked its brains yesterday!

Luke: "OK, I promise that today's food will not fail. This shop will go to INNOUT's top burger without that noon."

With that said, he pushed out the door and walked quickly towards the pastry shop.

Crowded into the crowd, he saw a group of people around the pastry shop.

They held placards in their mouths, and they were talking about something.

In the pastry shop, two female clerks, including Lucy, were helplessly talking to the two leaders.

But the other side looked angry and shouted, "You rich people, you eat with a mouthful of oil, but you never thought of helping the society, you are all vampires."

Luke silently pulled out the police badge and hung it, pushing the group away and entering the shop.

The person pushed away opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw the badge on Luke's chest, he shut up again.

Luke's movement was fast, and he went to the store a few times and patted the two people who were yelling at them.

"What?" The man and the woman turned their heads in dissatisfaction, and saw Luke with the badge standing behind them, and suddenly hesitated.

Luke: "LAPD, is there something wrong here?"

A look of surprise came into Lucy's eyes: "Luke, are you here?"

When the men and women heard it, they immediately became aware: "Are you guys?"

Luke looked at the two with his idiot's eyes: "I'm a customer here, do you still belong to Golden Arch and INNOUT?"

The two spoke again.

Luke: "Okay, now I'm asking officially. May I ask, did the two shop assistants do something wrong? Did they get the wrong change or gave the wrong cake?"

The men and women looked at each other, and the woman said, "They refuse to provide us with food."

Luke looked at Lucy.

Lucy and he were also familiar and quickly said: "No, no, they want us to give them the cakes in the shop for free, but we didn't receive a notice of free supply. We notified the boss, but she I can't catch up with something ... "

Luke probably understood.

This pastry shop takes a high-end boutique route, the store is not too large, and there are not many customers.

There are always two female clerks in the shop, so there is no such thing as a manager.

Lucy has been here for a long time, has a good attitude, and has a high customer evaluation, so she is a formal manager.

Luke raised his hand: "I see. In other words, these two are protesting because you didn't give away the property in the store for free?"

Men and women heard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ exclaimed angrily: "We have been hit by the disaster and we need help."

Luke looked calm: "Is this a welfare agency? Or a church bailout where food stamps are distributed for free?"

Looking at the two men and women who were silent, he continued: "This pastry shop does not have a large daily supply. It is good to have a meal for 300 people. You want to fill the affected people in Los Angeles. Go to those fast food restaurants to protest, each of them has a stock of 2,000 fast food products. So why come here? "

"You, you rich man's running dog!" The woman screamed. "You are helping these rich people to squeeze us ordinary people."

"Yes, you often come here to eat. The price of pastry here is so high, you must be a black policeman!" The man beside him quickly said.

Luke laughed, took a pen from his pocket, and at the same time pulled an advertisement sheet from the pastry shop, quickly wrote down a few numbers on it, and handed them to two people: "This is a complaint from the LAPD General Affairs Department of the Interior The telephone number, as well as the complaint telephone number of the Internal Affairs Department of the Western District Bureau, and the hotline number of the Sheriff of the General Administration. If you have any evidence, you can directly complain to them. "