Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1038 - New Space and New Case

Chapter 1038: New s.p.a.ce and New Case

The super killer John Wick didn’t come out after entering the Continental Hotel. He was clearly recuperating.

According to Little Snail’s a.n.a.lysis, he had extraordinary reflexes and he was extremely proficient in close combat.

However, he wasn’t much stronger than an ordinary person. He would need some time to recover from his injuries.

To some extent, hitman John was similar to a weak version of Daredevil, but his methods were more professional, ruthless and direct. He was good at using all kinds of firearms, and his lethality wasn’t something that Lawyer Matt could compare with.

However, this was a small matter.

The really important thing was that the modification of Luke’s inventory was finally completed on the second day.

Luke, who was working, immediately dropped what he was holding and focused on his inventory.

The system was as “awesome” as ever, and didn’t give him any explanations at all.

After a simple test, Luke found that his control over the items in his inventory hadn’t changed much.

Where it had taken him five seconds before to a.s.semble a gun in his inventory, it now still took him over four seconds.

This upgrade didn’t match the 50,000 points that he had gotten in exchange for the Destroyer’s remains.

But Luke quickly kicked up a fuss, until Daddy System gave him a hint.

After repeated mental efforts, a separate s.p.a.ce was created from the original inventory s.p.a.ce.

The inventory remained unchanged, but it was divided into two parts.

The original inventory took up 999 cubic meters, while the new independent s.p.a.ce was only one cubic meter in size.

Of course, like the inventory, it didn’t have a fixed shape, and its interior was illuminated by natural light.

The first thing Luke did was to put a laptop in it as a test.

Then he saw the clock on the laptop… continue ticking.

Luke was stunned for a moment, before he stuffed in all sorts of other things, like food, water, daily necessities, and in the end, even a few bugs, fish, shrimp, and birds.

A moment later, he silently sat in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand. His mind was in turmoil.

The modification this time was completely beyond his expectations. However, if his guess was correct, then the modification this time was truly very important.

Everything needed to be verified with experiments, and many experiments required time.

He had to suppress his impatience and verify the attributes of this small s.p.a.ce bit by bit.

It wasn’t until night had fallen that he finally composed himself and tried his best to resist the lure of the changes in his inventory as he returned to work as normal.

On the third day, early on 5 January, Dustin summoned Luke and Selina to the police station.

After telling Luke to close the door, Dustin asked, “Do you have any leads on the case you were investigating?”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

Dustin wasn’t a fickle-minded person. He had just said to close the case as soon as possible, but now he was asking if there were any leads. Something must have happened.

Dustin tossed a file at him.

Luke caught it and flipped through a few pages before he handed it to Selina. “HQ is planning to merge this case with the previous one?”

Dustin nodded. “That’s right. It’s another ma.s.s murder of gangsters, but there was no one to clean up the bodies this time. HQ has to take care of it even if we don’t want to. If this goes on, it’ll cause panic among the public.”

Luke said, “But this wasn’t done by the same person; how can we combine them?”

Dustin: “Huh?”

Luke rarely spoke nonsense when it came to handling cases; Dustin was well aware that Luke only spoke when he was sure of things.

Luke said, “There are some things that I can only talk about here. The nightclub belongs to the Tarasov family, and on Christmas Eve, the Tarasov family already engaged in an intense conflict with that hitman from the nightclub. However, the location of this fight was in New Jersey, and there were no bodies, so the New Jersey police didn’t file a report.”

Dustin nodded and didn’t ask Luke how he knew that, nor did he worry about the New Jersey police.

Luke had been working on the case for three days, so it wasn’t strange for him to learn more information through his connections. Dustin wasn’t interested in probing into his subordinates’ sources of information.

“In fact, the shooting at the church near the Brooklyn courthouse two days ago was a conflict between the two parties,” Luke continued. “So, this is actually between the hitman and the Tarasov family.”

“And this…” He pointed at the file that Selina was reading. “The Irish gang in h.e.l.l’s Kitchen has nothing to do with either side. The only thing that’s similar is the number of deaths and the killer’s violent methods. No one saw the a.s.sailant, however, so it might not be the same person.”

Dustin frowned. “Are you taking this case?”

Luke nodded. “Of course. It’s very likely we won’t be able to find anything in these cases. If someone starts pointing fingers, we’ll just take the blame. In any case, we don’t need a promotion.”

Hearing that, Dustin smiled. “Rubbis.h.!.+ I’ll make it a public case, and you can investigate whomever you want. If you crack it, the credit’s yours. If you don’t, it’s NYPD’s problem, and won’t fall on your heads. I’m more familiar than you with how this works.”

He paused for a moment, before continuing, “It’s fine if you don’t want to be promoted, but don’t get complacent. Some people are targeting me, and might come after you for it. Avoid taking any blame if you can.”

Luke blinked. “Boss, thank you.”

He knew Dustin wouldn’t let him take the fall, but it was fine to do so every now and then.

Dustin said impatiently, “Cut the c.r.a.p and get to work.”

Luke and Selina stood up.

When he opened the door, he heard a voice behind him. “There’s no end to the cases. Don’t work too hard, and take care of your own safety.”

This time, Luke simply smiled and waved goodbye.

When they went out, they ran into John McClane, who had just entered the hall.

The abrasions on this fellow’s face weren’t serious, but there was the obvious smell of medicine as he approached.

Luke and Selina greeted him, and they chatted for a while.

Christmas jinx McClane had once again encountered terrorists.

What was even more annoying was that the bunch he had run into this time also weren’t real terrorists, and were after money agan.

Of course, in terms of how they operated, these people were no different from the criminals in Nakatomi Plaza.

John still managed to take them down even without Luke around this time, but his injuries were a little more serious.

Dustin had planned to give him a month’s leave, but it was less than a week before the guy got into an argument with his ex-wife.

John thus flew back alone.

Luke and Selina looked at each other speechlessly.

This macho man killed a bunch of soldiers turned criminals and saved his ex-wife, but in the end, they had a falling out?

There probably truly was no hope for a marriage that couldn’t be saved even after a life-saving rescue.