Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 109 - Angel, and Kindhearted Helper

Chapter 109 Angel, and Kindhearted Helper

Luke looked at the little girl and asked, “Is she your daughter?”

The middle-aged man responded with a smile, “Yes.”

Luke remarked, “She looks like an angel. You must be a happy father.”

The man smiled even more delightedly. “Thank you.”

They chatted in low voices.

Luke was a great conversationalist. He didn’t ask any personal information, and they simply talked about interesting New York facts, like how cold it was in winter.

While they were enjoying the conversation, the little girl in the middle wasn’t as happy. “Hey, does either one of you want to switch with me?”

After a brief daze, Luke shook his head. “No, no. Sorry for my disturbance. Please forgive me, beautiful lady.”

He then shrugged at the middle-aged man named Damon McCreedy. They smiled at each other and stopped talking.

It was a six-hour flight, and only one hour had pa.s.sed.

The rest of the trip would only be even more boring.

Luke closed his eyes and considered Damon McCreedy’s ident.i.ty.

Sharp Nose was truly a marvelous ability.

After adapting to it, Luke could control it a little now.

He would no longer feel dizzy now because of the smell of two hundred people on a crowded plane.

It was easy to control the sensitivity and range, but it was more difficult to investigate a fixed target.

Thankfully, the little girl and the middle-aged man were right next to him.

He smelled the typical scents on them, but there was also the smell of gun oil and gunpowder.

There was also the scent of blood on the little girl.

It certainly wasn’t menstrual blood – she was still too young.

Luke could easily discern that the blood was from several different persons, which was quite odd.

Luke wouldn’t be as surprised if he smelled blood on the middle-aged man.

He could vaguely tell that the man was a police officer. It wouldn’t be strange if he got some blood on him from a suspect while on a mission. However, the scent of blood was on the little girl.

But Luke didn’t give it a lot of thought.

Anyone in America could own a gun, and it wasn’t unusual for a girl to shoot for fun.

Of course, more importantly, it was because Luke didn’t want to regard such a lovely girl as a criminal.

When Luke was almost asleep, someone walked past him.

He frowned.

He had been controlling the range of Sharp Nose, but he suddenly smelled strong body odor mixed with a strange scent.

Drowsily, Luke opened his eyes and looked at the source of the scent, only to discover that it was a bearded man.

When his head cleared, the scent became even more obvious.

It was TNT!

Trinitrotoluene didn’t have a scent, but police dogs could detect it.

Sharp Nose, to some extent, was much better than the nose of a police dog.

After acquiring this ability, Luke had collected samples of various dangerous items and used his Sharp Nose to remember their smells, for the purpose of avoiding the very sort of danger he was currently facing.

Police dogs would bark when they smelled TNT, but Luke certainly wouldn’t.

Nonetheless, alarms were ringing in his head.

These were the years when terrorists were the most active in America.

9/11 had still happened here, and Osama Bin Laden still became a world-famous terrorist leader.

The smell of TNT on the man who had just walked by wasn’t an accident; he was carrying a lot of TNT.

G.o.d knew how much the man had brought onto the plane.

Luke had gooseb.u.mps all over his body.

He might be strong, but he didn’t think he could survive a plane crash since he couldn’t fly nor use Elementary Self-Healing.

Besides, could Elementary Self-Healing resurrect a pile of squashed meat? Well, that might be tricky.

If an explosion took place after the crash and roasted him, he would certainly be as dead as a doornail.

Immediately alert, Luke fully activated Sharp Nose.

Countless smells appeared to him like lines.

He struggled to track the lines to the people whom the TNT man had talked to.

Generally speaking, it would be difficult for one terrorist to hijack such a big plane. At least two were needed, and three would be best.

Two of them could reveal themselves and control the plane, and the last terrorist could stay in the dark as the commander.

Luke wasn’t scared of the terrorist who had just pa.s.sed by; he was scared that the man’s accomplices would detonate the TNT.

The little girl seemed to have noticed that he was sweating. She asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

She actually quite liked the young man who was gentle and pleasant-looking.

That was why she was kind enough to ask the question.

Luke had no time for the little girl now. He waved his hand and said, “I’m fine. I’m using my super ability.”

The cute girl’s eyes widened. There was nothing but suspicion in her glittering eyes.

Luke, however, really was making use of his super ability.

Holding the foul smells at bay and ruling out the irrelevant scent lines, he was close to completing his objective.

A minute later, he closed his eyes gloomily.

The result wasn’t promising.

Several pa.s.sengers had been tainted by the smell when the TNT guy pa.s.sed them, but there were three people he hadn’t come into contact with who carried the smell.

More critically, one of the three guys was also carrying TNT!

So, they had a fail-safe on their team!

Luke looked at Elsa, but immediately shook his head.

As a detective of the Major Crimes Division, Elsa was better at solving cases than dealing with terrorists. Waking her up wouldn’t help, but would only add fuel to the fire.

Luke would rather look for a different ally.

He soon focused on Damon, the middle-aged man across the aisle.

The man had Robert’s air, and must’ve killed plenty of people before.

He glanced at the little girl who was secretly peeking at him, and thought that even she might be stronger than Elsa.

With a smile, he said in a low voice, “Mindy, can you switch seats with your dad? I have something important to discuss with him.”

Damon looked at him in confusion.

Luke was still smiling, but he made a gesture that meant “enemy” to them.

It was a swift movement, but Damon noticed it and grew alarmed. He and Mindy switched seats.

In a low voice, Luke quickly told Damon that there was a group of terrorists on the plane who were carrying bombs on them.