Super Detective in the Fictional World

lesome if a curfew was imposed while he continued to eliminate the drug dealers.

If that happened, it wouldn’t just be the gangsters, but everybody in the area wouldn’t tolerate him either.

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Luke returned to his apartment and sat on his bed as he reviewed the operation tonight as per usual.

At that moment, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

Luke said with a smile, “Come in.
The door isn’t locked.”

Elena poked her head out of the bathroom.
“Aren’t you going to take a shower? It’s raining outside.
You must be cold.”

Luke nodded his head.
“Thank you, Elena.
I was taking a break.
I’m going to take one now.”

Elena hesitated for a moment, but still asked, “I have coffee in my room.
Would you like a cup of coffee after you shower?”

Luke nodded with a smile.

Elena, however, felt that there was something different about Luke tonight.
She smiled and left.

Luke got up and took a shower.

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Elena made coffee in the kitchen and murmured, “What is it? It feels like he turned from morning sunlight into the cold rain and wind at night.
Yes.
That’s the feeling.”

She then shook her head.
“It’s probably just my imagination.
He’s probably just cold.
Nobody can remain sunny after being out and about in such a cold wind.”

A moment later, Luke finished his shower and changed into clean clothes.
He knocked on the other bathroom door, and opened it after he heard Elena’s reply.

This was the interesting part of this double apartment.

Connected by the bathroom in the middle, the two rooms appeared separate when they were in fact almost one unit.

Luke was wearing a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Thanks to the heater, it wasn’t cold in the room.

Elena offered him a cup of coffee with a smile.

Luke had to admit that it felt great to have a cup of hot coffee with a smiling, beautiful girl while listening to the rain fall on the roof outside.

The round table in the room was only meant for one person, so Luke and Elena were sitting very close to each other as they talked and laughed.

After finishing his coffee, Luke rose and said goodbye despite the fact that Elena hadn’t shown any indication of wanting him to leave.

Inviting someone in for coffee at night was an obvious sign in France.

But Luke would be busy the next day, and probably the day after that.
He couldn’t be so rash.

To Elena’s disappointment, Luke returned to his room.

But she didn’t feel frustrated for long, and she chuckled a while later.

Although she was somewhat disappointed, Luke’s decision wasn’t unexpected.

He was gentle, funny, courteous, and happy to get close to her, but he wasn’t in a rush to touch her.

Unlike most men, Luke seemed to prefer to connect with her emotionally rather than physically.
She actually quite liked the feeling.

After reflecting on the matter, she no longer felt drowsy, so she simply set up her easel and started a new sketch.

The room was utterly quiet save for the sound of the rain.

As time went by, the outline of the sketch appeared.
It was still an angel version of Luke.

But this Luke was looking down from a high vantage point, and he had a long spear in his hand, as if he was going to throw it in the next moment.