Super Detective in the Fictional World

ly bothered either.
After living with Luke for months, she had accidentally exposed herself too many times to care.

Half an hour later, when Selina came out in a gorgeous outfit, Luke whistled.
“Well, well.
You’re getting prettier every day.”

Selina did a little turn.
“How do I look? I’ve never worn this before.”

Luke remarked, “It’s beautiful and suits you well.”

Selina wasn’t dressed in the style of an officer.
With her brown coat, her black-and-white plaid shirt, and her gray pants, she looked sexier than usual.

Nobody would think that she was a police officer.

Selina nodded in satisfaction and went downstairs for breakfast with Luke.

She wouldn’t have been so gung ho about getting up if it wasn’t for the Australian lobster.

After Selina had her fill of Australian lobster and Luke paid the bill, they left for the forensics center.

At ten to nine, they showed their credentials to the guards and entered the forensics center.

Selina was quite amazed by the forensics center’s interior design, which was quite futuristic.

Luke smiled and didn’t say anything.

He didn’t expect to be able to visit the holy land for CSI teams so soon.

He found Old Greyson’s office, but nobody was inside.

Luke asked a person who was passing by.
The man looked funny and had a funny voice, but he was a nice guy and told them that Old Greyson was in a nearby lab.

Luke and Selina thanked him and found the lab twenty meters away.

A handsome middle-aged man was scrutinizing a diorama in the lab as if he were appreciating a work of art.

Luke knocked, and Old Greyson reluctantly put his magnifying down and looked at the door.
He then smiled.
“You’re here.”

Luke asked, “Can we come in? That looks like fun.”

Old Greyson said, “Of course, as long as you don’t touch it.”

Luke leaned closer and observed the diorama for a while.
“This is practically a masterpiece.
Greyson, when did you become an artist? This is pretty lifelike, and gory.”

The diorama was in fact a realistic-looking murder scene.
Even the blood and the injuries on the victims were perfectly depicted.

Old Greyson thought for a moment and shook his head.
“It’s not my work, but an exhibit by a serial killer that we call Diorama Killer.”

Stunned for a moment, Luke observed the diorama more carefully.
“So, this is a calling card left behind by the killer? There must be more than one of them, right?”

Old Greyson pointed in another direction.
“There’s another one over there.”

Luke went over to the second diorama, but instead of observing it, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A moment later, Luke turned back with an odd expression on his face.
“Have you found any leads on this Diorama Killer? Like… her gender?”

Old Greyson asked solemnly, “Her? Are you saying that the Diorama Killer is a woman?”

Luke said, “Maybe, maybe not.
She could be an accomplice, or just the person who helped the killer to make or place this diorama.
It’s a woman no older than thirty years old.”

Old Greyson said, “…Are you high?”

Luke chuckled and said, “No, it’s just my gut feeling.
I doubt that it can be confirmed without proof.”

Frowning at him for a moment, Old Greyson nodded slightly.
“Alright, got it.”