Super Detective in the Fictional World

ed up with girls could absolutely help to deal with women when he worked cases.

A sweet mouth was also a profound skill.

Selina’s interest was piqued.
Her gaze shifted further to the right and exclaimed, “This woman seems pretty good.
Looking at her body and muscles, she must work out a lot, right?”

Looking at the athletic woman in white underwear and who was working out with dumbbells, Luke shook his head.
“Debbie Callahan is another of Claire’s instructors.”

Selina immediately lost interest.
She looked at the hallway outside the male students’ bathroom on the first floor of the building next door.

The male students were laughing and joking around.
One of them was holding a razor, and the sound of a saw rang out.

Selina listened for a moment and asked, “Did that sound come out of his mouth?”

Luke said, “Candidate number eight: Lavell Jones, beatboxer extraordinaire.
He can mimic animals, machines, men, and women.”

Selina clicked her tongue.
“Then why does he want to be a police officer? Isn’t it better to be a talk show host or something?”

Luke shrugged.
“It’s not like we became pro wrestlers either.”

Selina laughed when a person with a dejected face walked through the hallway.
“Who’s this guy?”

This was the person whom Instructor Harry had chased away earlier.

Luke said, “Cary Mahoney, number five.
He’s bold, thick-skinned, and smart.
He’s the most suitable candidate to be a detective.”

Shamelessness was very important for a detective.
Someone who was too thin-skinned and who was bound by the rules wouldn’t make a good L.A.
detective.

A few people greeted Mahoney.
He clearly had a good relationship with the male students.

There was only one guy who was standing with his legs apart and laughing loudly like he was gearing up for a performance.
A fatty walked past and was stopped.
“Barbara, come, hit me!”

Barbara’s eyes widened.
“What?”

The man continued, “That’s right.
Hit me hard.”

Barbara was surprised.
“Really?” The man said, “That’s right.
Come on! Do it now.”

Barbara waved his hands.
“No, no, I can’t…”

The man said, “I told you to hit…” At a loss, Barbara subconsciously raised his hand and swung.

“Pia!”

The room fell silent.

Barbara smiled bashfully.
“How was that? Was that alright?”

The man slowly turned his head and said despondently, “Yes, very good.” Relieved, Barbara went to the bathroom to wash up.

Selina finally laughed out loud.
“My god, that’s the first time I’ve heard someone make such a request.
Hahahaha! Hit me? Hahahaha! Is his face swollen?”

Luke shook his head with a smile.
“Eugene Tigerbelly, candidate number six.
He’s a military and firearms fan.
He was going to show that he could take a blow to the stomach, and didn’t think that he would be slapped in the face.”

When he saw the male students laughing in the hallway, Luke couldn’t help but laugh himself.
“Of course, he didn’t say anything about not hitting the face.”

At that moment, Claire called.

Luke picked up the call and made a couple of sounds of acknowledgement before he said, “Let’s go.
The monkey is ready.
We’ll pick her and her classmates up.”

Luke and Selina drove to another dormitory and picked up Claire and four of her classmates.

Claire and two of her classmates got into Selina’s car, and Luke picked up the other two.

When the two girls got into the car, one of them was stunned when she saw Luke.
“You…”

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