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Mr. Broughton, there are two police officers downstairs who say they want you."

"Let them come up."

"OK."

Locke hung up the phone with security on the first floor of the Star Building and opened the door.

look.

The earliest was last night, the latest was this morning.

Locke had a strong intuition about this.

In the elevator!

Kate Beckett looked at George Stacy next to her and couldn't help but asked curiously: "George, what do you think of this Locke?"

George thought about it and nodded: "Gwen's classmate."

Kate is naturally Gwen's.

Who in the entire New York Police Department doesn't know this?

After all, Gwen has always been a child from other families since she was a child. From elementary school to college, she has received scholarships every year. It is no exaggeration to say that if Gwen had not used her scholarships from time to time to subsidize her three younger brothers at home, even if George was the sheriff, it would be difficult to support the family of five.

so...

Kate laughed and said, "It seems that this Locke is quite rich."

"Locke is an orphan."

"…"

orphan...

Can you afford to live in the Xingchen Building?

Kate was slightly stunned.

bite!

"Mr. Stacy."

Wearing a casual suit and without sunglasses, Locke, with a handsome face, was waiting at the door. Seeing George coming out of the elevator, he smiled and extended his hand. After expressing his gratitude, he said suspiciously, "Excuse me, this is a theft case. Do you need to personally inquire about it?"

George first introduced Kate next to him, and then said: "It's not just a burglary case. Is it convenient to go in?"

Locke smiled and said, "Of course, please come in!"

Said.

Locke invited George and Kate into the house.

This Kate Beckett seems to be a future senator.

Um.

Build good relationships first.

Reality cannot be pursued, but the future can be expected!

Locke invited George and Kate to sit on the sofa, and then said politely, "What would you like to drink, bourbon?"

Kate looked at George.

George looked at Locke curiously: "Where did you get the wine?"

If you are under 21, you can't drink!

Locke smiled slightly, took two glasses of water, placed them in front of George and Kate, and sat down: "Haha, I'm kidding, how could I have any wine."

George looked towards the bar and saw the empty wine cabinet. It looked like there was indeed no wine in it.

but...

George's eyes were like radar, beeping and he saw a trash can on the other side of the bar. There were a lot of broken glass in it.

It must have just been smashed.

Um.

This is the intuition that a qualified and experienced police officer should have.

Locke coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Mr. Stacy, you came here this time, didn't you just want to see that I didn't drink?"

George looked at Locke.

fine.

Feeling guilty.

Living alone, being a boy, and without a guardian, it's no big deal for him to drink a little. After all, he has good grades and a good sense of responsibility.

George thought of the scene where Locke protected Gwen the day before yesterday, nodded secretly in his heart, and put the matter of drinking aside and asked, "Where was your car stolen?"

"It's the underground parking lot."

Locke didn't hide anything: "Last night, I found a pretty good pizza restaurant online and planned to drive there to buy pizza for a midnight snack. But when I got downstairs, I found that my car was gone. I quickly called the police. As you know, the insurance company had just compensated me for the loss of that car.

I haven't had time to renew my license plate yet."

"What time is it."

"About nine o'clock."

Locke said this, and then his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He took out his phone, unlocked it, flipped through it, and handed it to George: "After I called the police, I complained to Gwen. It was 9:25 in the evening."

George took the phone.

Locke: "Gwen, my car is gone again."

Gwen: "???"

Locke: "The car was stolen (crying)"

Gwen: "How come? Where are you?"

Locke: "At home, the car was stolen in the basement garage. The police have been notified. Don't worry."

The timestamp was indeed 9:25 p.m.

The New York Police Department paid attention to the Fast and Furious incident at around 9:20.

Locke then said, "Then, Gwen and I had a phone call. Gwen said she would come to see me today, but she had to go to Osborne Biology for an interview first."

George nodded, returned the phone to Locke, looked at Kate next to him, and thought of a possibility.

The reason Wesley and the woman whose identity has not yet been determined are on Fifth Avenue is because they followed the Crime Hunter all the way to Fifth Avenue.

Then, the Crime Hunter simply robbed a car.

As it happened, Locke was just about to go out to buy a pizza.

But it was a close call.

George thought to himself and looked at Locke: "If you had gone down earlier, you might have run into him. It would have been dangerous then."

Locke also said with lingering fear: "I know, I also watched the live broadcast of yesterday's chase scene at home."

What does it mean to come up with something right away?

That's it.

but...

The text messages between Locke and Gwen were real, and the phone calls were also real.

Advanced driving gave Locke the ability to send messages while driving, and the performance of the Audi R8 made it impossible for Locke to make a lie about being at home appear flawless in the car.

George looked at Kate: "Did you get the surveillance video?"

"Let me ask."

"broken."

Locke spoke up at this time and looked at George: "The underground garage was replaced with a new smart motion sensor surveillance a few days ago, and it hasn't been installed yet."

If the surveillance equipment hadn't been replaced, it would have been broken yesterday.

Locke knew very well how many surveillance devices were in his own lair and the underground garage.

Just then.

Ding Dong!

Locke, George and Kate made an apologetic gesture, stood up and walked to the door.

On the first floor lobby.

"Mr. Broughton, you have a visitor, a fellow student, you say?"

"Let her come up, thank you."

"You're welcome."

After Locke hung up the call, he turned and looked at George on the sofa: "Gwen should be here so soon. Has Gwen finished the interview?"

George smiled and said, "You mean the interview at Osborn Biology? Actually, I'm reporting for it today. In order to enter Dr. Connors' laboratory, Gwen has started preparing since last year."

Locke said, "That's amazing."

I am not afraid that the academic god does not work hard, I am only afraid that the academic god works harder.

It is obvious that being a top student is an unattainable goal in the minds of poor students.

A hard-working academic god is not just a poor student, but probably an unattainable goal for ordinary people.

fine...

I have a cheat!

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