Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1630 - The Secret of the Drones, and Internet 001

Chapter 1630: The Secret of the Drones, and Internet 001

Lindsay wasn’t disappointed.

While this matter was important, it was too naive to say that Luke would absolutely be able to solve the case.

Given his track record, this young man absolutely deserved the title of “master detective.”

He had a 30% success rate with cracking major cases in NYPD, while it had been close to 40% in LAPD.

Generally, detectives would already be considered outstanding if they had a 10% success rate, while a 15 to 20% success rate was enough to earn them the title of “master detective.”

It wasn’t like the movies, where a person might only be considered a master detective if they solved 90 to 100% of their cases.

Say that a criminal killed someone but then died in a car accident without being discovered.

How could the case be solved? In any case, the person was already dead, and everything would come to an end, unless he left behind written evidence.

For example, going missing, going abroad, or changing names was easier said than done.

Even with Tony’s technology and his own super abilities, Luke would only be able to close 50 to 60% of the cases despite focusing wholeheartedly on them. The rest would depend on luck.

For a master detective without superpowers who dared to claim that they had over a 50% success rate at solving cases, there were three possibilities: Firstly, they only took cases that they were confident that they could solve. Secondly, it was a set up. Thirdly, they didn’t know how to count.

In other words, even the best detective wouldn’t be able to do anything about half the cases they worked on.

It was also the reason why the mayor of New York had sought out other people first before he finally looked for Luke.

Listening to Luke now, Lindsay didn’t think that he was being perfunctory.

The truth was that while the previous investigators had taken longer than Luke, their conclusions were the same.

Maybe that was due to a difference in skill level – Luke was better than they were, so he was quicker to confirm that he couldn’t do anything?

Cracking a case on a deadline? As if.

This wasn’t a movie or TV show. If they pissed off the police working on the case, it wouldn’t be surprising if they got slammed online.

This was just an ordinary job for the police. If they couldn’t do anything, they would just switch jobs.

After getting an answer, Lindsay said a few more polite words before she got up and left in a hurry.

She had wasted a lot of time on this rotten matter, yet she couldn’t ignore it.

Now that she had an answer, she would let her family know, and she was done.

As for the rest... What did that have to do with her? She wasn’t a doctor who could save her cousin, nor was she a detective who could crack the case. Her father and uncle would do everything else, and she didn’t have to worry about any of that.

Luke watched as Lindsay left the apartment parking lot. She rolled down the window and waved at him as her car drove past.

He waved back with a smile, then crossed his legs and took out his phone.

At that moment, in Cook’s room, a black sphere split open to reveal six thin mechanical arms – it was a mini Spider drone which Luke had dropped here earlier.

After it unfurled its legs, the Spider drone jumped lightly and landed next to the three custom-made drones. Its tiny legs worked nimbly for a moment before it tore open an opening in the drone, and it reached in with one mechanical leg.

Luke’s hands flew over his phone, and he accessed the custom-made drone’s system a few seconds later.

After searching for a moment, Little Snail sent him a website link.

Luke smiled and entered the website – it was an online video database that had become popular recently.

A separate compressed folder which was invisible to the administrator had been placed in the database.

To put it simply, someone was using the website’s server to temporarily store a compressed folder that didn’t belong to the website.

As for why this website had been chosen, it was probably because the server speed was faster than most other websites, and it also had the most video files.

Luke took out a lollipop, tore off the wrapper, and put it into his mouth. His interest was piqued.

He hadn’t been lying when he told Lindsay that he didn’t have any leads. He really wasn’t interested in the fact that Cook was seriously injured and in a coma. He couldn’t even be bothered to tell her that the guy had been set up.

Unraveling the puzzle that was the custom-made drones was purely out of personal interest.

It was clear that the drone’s maker was a veteran in this line of work, and clearly had skills.

For Luke to say that meant that the person was at least an elite in the field — if it were Tony, however, he would probably say they were trash.

Luke wasn’t as arrogant as the tycoon. His evaluation had always been purely about strength. After all, he wasn’t a genius.

If Luke didn’t have the system through which he could obtain Tony’s abilities, he would have called this drone maker “boss.”

The Soderbergs had also removed the drone’s memory card; they clearly didn’t want him to know the inside story.

Luke also wasn’t about to considerately tell them that this custom-made drone actually had a wifi function.

What information he found now was the fruits of his own labor, and had nothing to do with the Soderbergs.

As he sucked on his lollipop and pondered these things, he finished downloading the compressed folder.

Luke clicked his tongue and closed the website on his phone. “Forget it. I’ll read it later.”

Half an hour later, Luke returned to his house in Clinton. He sent the compressed folder on his phone to Little Snail, and made himself afternoon coffee and snacks.

Only then did he ask, “Little Snail, did you notice anything? Hm, don’t project those disgusting images. They spoil my appetite.”

Little Snail: “Yes, sir. The person who uploaded this compressed folder matches the description of ‘Internet 001’ in the database.”

Luke paused in drinking his coffee. “Hm? Let me see the features.”

Little Snail immediately projected a series of images and data from the video website.

“Internet 001” was a codename which Luke had come up with. It basically meant... the most wanted criminal on the Internet.

The codename belonged to the “shadow” online user who had appeared during the New York subway explosion. Even Luke, Tony and the A.I. program together hadn’t been able to catch him.

Hm, and this guy was a super fan of Batman.

According to the incomplete statistical data which Alfred had put together, this guy had helped launch 27 attacks against negative online public opinion about Batman.

A lot of famous critics and celebrities had barely jumped out to criticize Batman, when this guy started spilling the dirt at them.

When Luke had sensed that there was something fishy about the drones, he had only been a little curious.

He thought that he had run into some “engineer” who had gone down a crooked path – in the end, he ran into an “acquaintance” whom he had never seen.

He was more interested in this shadow online user than in Mr. Cook, who had been attacked and was in a coma.

Thinking this, he browsed through the features listed out by Little Snail. It was indeed the “shadow” user’s style .

But Luke then frowned. “This guy got these videos from Cook. Is he planning to expose them on that website?”

The shadow user had always cleaned up after himself.

Airing dirty laundry online was his usual safe approach.

Generally speaking, websites with illicit content would produce a new link at some point in time. Viewers would click on it and would immediately be able to view the hidden scandalous content.

It was too obvious why Cook’s videos had been stored on this video website’s server.