Super Detective in the Fictional World

’t know exactly what it was, but she could tell with one bite whether Luke had made the cake himself or if it had been produced by the smart kitchenware.

However, this kind of mass-produced light refreshment could be used as snacks for a certain dog head at home, and as wholesale gifts at the police department.

There was only one word for it — time-efficient.

Although there were a lot of people in the police department, only fifty to sixty percent of them came to work in the morning.

Distributing the snacks wasn’t hard for Selina.

Most of them were thrown directly to Connie for the detectives who came later to get them; she just needed to make clear that they were from Luke and Selina.

Luke and Selina only needed to personally hand out a small portion.

For example, Javier and Ryan, who were yawning non-stop, were a little flustered when they received the cakes from Luke.

“Eat something before you go to bed, or you might get gallbladder stones,” Luke reminded them.
“One of them is for your captain.
Don’t eat them all.”

They thanked him with wry smiles.

Luke looked at them and asked, “What kind of case is it, that you need to work overnight?”

They looked at each other and hesitated for a moment before they said, “A female college student was murdered.
Her death’s a little strange.”

Luke asked, “Is it related to Miss Lindsay and Monroe?”

That was clearly a much easier question to answer, and Javier replied, “Lindsay and the victim often volunteered together, and they have dealings with Monroe.”

Luke was stunned.
“What do you mean?”

The question stumped them for a moment, before Ryan said in a low voice, “Supposedly, the victim once gave Monroe some counseling.”

Looking at their expressions, Luke asked, “Don’t tell me the victim died in a more bizarre way?”

A cough rang out, and the three of them turned their heads.

Javier and Ryan said awkwardly, “Beckett, you’re back.”

Beckett looked a little tired, and her outfit was a little wrinkled.
It was clear that she hadn’t gone home to change after working overtime last night.

There were beads of water on her face; she had probably just washed up.

Luke didn’t think much of it.
He took the paper bag from Javier and gave it to her.
“Everybody gets cupcakes.”

Looking at his empty hands, Javier didn’t dare say anything.

Beckett casually took the paper bag.
She had already seen the cake in Javier’s hands, and didn’t forget to glance at the table.

Luke shrugged.
“I don’t deliver coffee.
That’s too troublesome.”

Ryan was much smarter.
“Beckett, I’ll get you some coffee.” He then dragged Javier away.

What the two bigshots wanted to talk about had nothing to do with them.

Contrary to Ryan’s expectations, Beckett didn’t really care about them privately divulging case details to Luke.

Simply put, whoever was pleasing to the eye was fine.

If Ryan had told John about the case, she might not have let him go so easily.

Beckett took out the cake from the paper bag and looked at it.
In the end, she couldn’t help but take a bite.

It had to be said that even if Selina said that the cake didn’t have soul, a lot of OCD people would still choose this perfect presentation over slightly lacking taste.

Luke wasn’t in a hurry.
He was very free right now, and it was normal to be interested in other people’s cases.

The most important thing was looks!

Just like how Beckett found him nice to look at, he thought the same of her.

If John hadn’t acted as a live target for Luke back then, Luke wouldn’t be so nice to him.

As she ate the cake, Beckett asked, “Where did you buy this? This cake tastes good.
I can buy some for breakfast next time.”

Luke said, “It’s homemade.
If you really want to eat, you can get them from Connie.
I left a lot with her.”

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