Super Detective in the Fictional World

2028 Bailing Out Selvig, the Scientist’s Wand

Luke was alone with Darcy, and he was using the Big Dipper alias, so there was no need to scruple at all.

After finding a quiet restaurant for afternoon tea, he picked up Darcy’s monitoring device.

After feeding Darcy a belly full of tea and snacks and asking about Dr. Selvig, he quietly put the device back into Darcy’s bag and sent her back to her place.

Watching Darcy enter the building, Luke felt pleased as he started the car.

Dr. Jane and Dr. Selvig had worked together to create the monitoring device. It wasn’t top-notch in terms of the materials used, and definitely couldn’t compare with what Luke, who was rich, had.

However, they had unique insights into the theory and practical application of the Einstein-Rosen Bridge.

The algorithm they used took a different approach, which could be integrated into Luke’s surveillance system.

After driving for a while and adjusting the surveillance algorithm, Luke suddenly felt that he had forgotten something.

What had he forgotten? It definitely wasn’t important, but what happened today… Luke frowned and scrolled back through his memories.

A few seconds later, his expression relaxed. “Oh, Darcy’s intern. I think he was left behind at the factory.”

Seeing that it was already six in the evening, he shook his head. “He’s an adult. He has a phone, a wallet and a car. He can come back on his own. There’s probably no need to remind Darcy.”

Thinking that, Luke tossed the matter of the intern to the back of his mind.

On the other side, after Darcy went upstairs and entered the apartment, she lay on the couch and exhaled in satisfaction.

She had enjoyed a high-end afternoon tea, and while the handsome man accompanying her was a little old, he was pleasing to the eye, and chatting with him was quite interesting.

It was a pity that they didn’t know what happened to Jane!

Who knew where Dr. Selvig, who had been looking for her, was. Even her intern… Hm, wait, where was the intern? Darcy suddenly thought of someone who had been forgotten for hours.

Erm, he should know how to call her, right? Thinking that, she stopped thinking about the intern and continued recalling the beautiful afternoon tea.

…

The next day, London was peaceful.

Standing outside the police department, Luke looked at the birds in the sky and nodded thoughtfully. “Hm, they’re not pigeons. They’re… starlings.”

The starlings migrated to the warm Mediterranean region every fall.

It was 10 November, and winter had officially started.

Who knew where this flock of starlings had been ‘delivered’ from.

Just as he raised his head to look at the birds, Darcy and the unlucky intern, Ian, got down from a bus not far away and ran over in a hurry.

“Wilson, sorry to keep you waiting.” Darcy was panting.

Luke lowered his head, then looked even lower at her heaving assets. “It’s fine. I just arrived.”

At 120 Strength, his physique was ridiculously strong. Sleeping was a rare pleasure for him. He had to forcefully control his body every day to sleep for an hour.

Thus, after the Level 3 clone woke up in the early hours of the morning, it wandered around London.

As they walked into the police department, Luke asked casually, “Why did you take the bus?”

Darcy said bitterly, “The car is still at the factory. The intern lost the keys yesterday. He almost lost himself.”

Luke didn’t care about the intern at all. He simply said, “Then I’ll send you back later.”

At the front desk of the detention center, Darcy said that she wanted to bail Dr. Selvig out, and Luke paid 2,000 pounds.

Darcy and the intern were poor and couldn’t fork out the money, and could only ask for his help. Dr. Selvig would pay Luke back later.

But helping out was just in passing. Luke also wanted to examine the supposedly ‘crazy’ Dr. Selvig.

If he could still work, Luke would have him continue studying the space disorder in London.

If he was crazy? That didn’t matter at all.

This was standard for Marvel genius scientists — especially before they turned into villain bosses.

The officer at the front desk looked back and forth between Darcy and the intern. “Who’s family? Come and sign.”

The intern stood there in a daze and didn’t react.

Darcy elbowed him in the waist with a murderous smile. “Sign the form and bring your father out, Mr. Selvig.”

Coming back to himself, the intern stammered and smiled at the officer. “Ah, right. Eric Selvig should be my father.”

The officer expressionlessly pushed the form toward him. Look at how unhinged this kid is. Was lunacy genetic?

Luke watched silently. He had no intention of using his abilities or making a call to get Dr. Selvig out.

After all, this was something that only took half an hour to sort out through the regular procedure. Also, it wasn’t like Dr. Selvig would die in custody.

On the contrary, the doctor was doing well inside.

Not only did he have food and water, he also didn’t have to endure the elements and freeze like before. He could also give his companions in the detention center lessons in quantum mechanics.

A moment later, Dr. Selvig was brought to the front desk.

He was wearing an old gray sweater which didn’t fit him.

He was also wearing a pair of dark blue football shorts, and a pair of men’s stockings and leather shoes.

Coupled with his expressionless face and dull eyes, he didn’t look all there.

Darcy squeezed out a smile and waved. “Hey, Dr. Selvig.”

“Huh?” Dr. Selvig raised his head blankly, and didn’t seem to remember her at all.

As expected of a scientist; he could even forget a woman as outstanding as Darcy, Luke mocked inwardly.

A moment later, after Darcy introduced herself, Selvig’s dull eyes finally lit up. “It’s you, Darcy? It’s great to see you.”

As he spoke, he hugged Darcy like an aggrieved baby.

Selvig asked, “How did you find me?”

The intern on the side, who was packing up the doctor’s personal belongings, couldn’t help but interject, “You were on the news. We saw you naked at Stonehenge.”

Darcy gritted her teeth and felt some despair when faced with these two companions who were both lacking brains. “Hey, hurry and pack up your ‘father’s’ things so that we can bring him home.”

A moment later, the four of them got into Luke’s car and returned to Dr. Selvig’s apartment in London.

As a world-famous scientist – not including what happened on the news – Dr. Selvig had some prestige.

Actually, he could get a certain amount of research funding from Stark Industries every quarter.

While not to the extent of being filthy rich, at the very least, he didn’t have to worry about clothes, food, shelter or transport compared with most other researchers who lived frugally.

It was just that the research funding wasn’t enough, because scientists never had enough funding.

While Dr. Selvig, who had been hit with Mental Resistance, returned to normal and went to change, Luke picked up a silver rod-like apparatus which the intern had brought back.

At five in the morning yesterday, Dr. Selvig had run naked through Stonehenge with this handmade ‘scientific wand.’

When he was arrested, he had been shouting that this was a ‘divine tool’ that would save the world.