Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1633

Now that Luke had removed the drone, all that was left were the videos.

Just now, he had hypnotized Phineas into telling him that he had received the videos in a building 100 meters away.

He had been looking for an opportunity to throw the videos out and ruin Cook’s reputation.

Luke had no opinion about this revenge plot.

Cook had just been playing around with Phineas’s daughter, Beverly.

It was too much to ask a 17-year-old girl to resist money, a rich young heir, and indulging in pleasure.

However, Cook had gone overboard when he caused Beverly to overdose on drugs and fall into a deep coma.

Even worse, when Cook realized that something was wrong with Beverly, he dragged her out of the car and dumped her in the courtyard of the apartment building.

It was his family who had cleaned up his mess and erased the surveillance footage in the apartment building that night.

Phineas had discovered via his daughter’s F2F account that she had been with Cook before she was found that night.

After discovering that Cook lived in that apartment building, what else could he not understand?

At first, he had been hoping that his daughter would wake up and recover, so he couldn’t get revenge for now.

However, when he heard that his daughter might never wake up, Phineas couldn’t take it anymore, and finally decided to take action.

So, the bright red color of Mr. Cook’s name wasn’t just for show. He had gotten his just desserts.

But who knew how that shadow man had gotten involved in this matter, and made a copy of the videos saved in the drone for the website.

Luke couldn’t let this guy spread the videos.

It would feel good to air the dirty laundry now, but the Soderbergs’ investigation would intensify many times over after that.

Of course, the shadow man had nothing to fear. After all, even Tony hadn’t been able to catch him.

But it would be too easy for Phineas’s situation to arouse suspicion.

His daughter had been drugged by Cook more than a month ago, putting her into a semi-comatose state. Now, the same thing had inexplicably happened to Cook.

Furthermore, Phineas was an engineer in two fields. A person just needed to investigate the materials Phineas had bought and, coupled with the fact that he had been around the apartment building recently, he would be discovered sooner or later.

Most of the time, rich people didn’t need evidence.

Luke’s approach was very simple.

When he deleted the compressed folder that was hidden on the video website, he left a means of contact and the Bat logo behind.

If the shadow man was as cautious as ever, he would definitely disappear again — this guy was just that cowardly.

Of course, it would be even better if this hardcore fan was really willing to contact Batman.

The shadow man was definitely related to Amanda Waller.

Luke hadn’t completely locked onto Amanda Waller’s real identity and position yet.

Once he found this shadow man, it would be too easy to catch her.

Also, the shadow man’s strongest point was that it wasn’t hard for him to access most parts of the Internet, and he was very hard to detect.

He was a pair of “ghost eyes.”

After finding out the guy’s real identity, Luke would definitely keep him and expand the multifaceted system’s search function.

In the end, Luke went to the private hospital that Cook was in and used Light of Life to treat the most severely injured portion of his brain.

This would allow Cook to regain consciousness in a few days. He would be fine after a month of recuperation.

This vile young master couldn’t continue lying down.

He had to come back to his senses. Only then could Mr. Mayor’s sadness over his only son turn into anger at this deadweight.

After Mr. Mayor confirmed that nobody was targeting him, this drug overdose incident would end here.

Given how Cook never changed, it wouldn’t be long before he returned to his old ways.

If the young master killed himself in public while driving drunk, that would be the perfect ending.

At that time, Mr. Mayor could focus on scolding his dead son and wouldn’t vent his anger on anyone else — at least, he wouldn’t suspect the father and daughter.

After everything was settled, Luke relaxed.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he didn’t want the father and daughter to be buried alongside Cook, it would’ve been a very simple matter.

Now, he could only let this young master “escape death” for a month. This way, he could… die more valiantly later.

At the very least, it couldn’t be like this time, when the incident didn’t make the headlines in New York.

Luke didn’t really care if this would cause Mr. Mayor to suffer.

He couldn’t take care of his brat, so naturally, he had to pay the price.

In any case, Titanium Phone Company didn’t care if a new mayor took over.

Who would be stupid enough to make life difficult for a company that was worth hundreds of billions?

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Walter had called Luke back for unofficial overtime, while Selina was on holiday.

Luke was too lazy to pretend to be a diligent detective. He went to look for Elena instead.

They had gone to the New Jersey mountains last time. This time, they went out to sea on a boat.

The only regret was that the weather in New York was much worse than in France.

The maximum temperature at the end of April was only 20 degrees, and it was only 10 degrees at night. Elena didn’t sunbathe very much.

In the warm cabin, however, she could still get Luke to take a bunch of “artistic” photos.

Even when they were together, Elena didn’t give up drawing.

The yacht that Luke had rented wasn’t small, and it was wide enough at the front and back for the female artist to set up her easel and draw diligently.

Of course, someone interrupted her work from time to time, which resulted in him being pummeled by the irate female artist.

They had fun for two days. Close to noon today, Luke made lunch and checked the results of his clone’s research.

At that moment, he heard Elena get up from bed.

He waited for a moment, but she didn’t come looking for him.

A little surprised, Luke walked down the hallway, then saw the female artist sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. She was drawing frantically in her sketchbook with a charcoal pen in her right hand.

They had been together for a long time, and Luke knew what Elena was like when she was drawing.

Her hand didn’t usually dance like crazy when she was sketching — except in certain situations.

Luke’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t approach her. He simply returned to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Looking at the gloomy sky and the ocean outside the window, he had a feeling that a storm was coming.

In the hazy afternoon rain, the yacht returned to New York.

Luke sent Elena back to school and spent time chatting with her in her dorm.

He chose easy topics and didn’t talk about the two incomplete sketches that Elena had just drawn.

Luke had made it clear to her on the yacht that whatever happened had nothing to do with a powerless artist like her.

Elena wasn’t an idiot. She knew that if she went out and talked nonsense, she would most likely disappear.

In any case, Luke said that he would take care of it. Thinking that, she quickly tossed the matter to the back of her mind.

Luke, however, sweated a little. It was a good thing he had just learned Mental Hypnosis and Mental Illusion, or it wouldn’t have been easy to appease her.

Although the two new abilities were still in the experimental phase, his Mental Communication was a fully mature ability.

Using a little Mental Hypnosis and Mental Illusion, and transmitting soothing thoughts with Mental Communication, wouldn’t cause any side effects.