Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Little Black suddenly fell silent, furrowing his brow as he continued to zoom in on the picture, "She... seems to have gained weight, why is it only her belly... Is it because she ate too much?

She wasn't like this before."

Little Black scratched his head with a helpless look on his face, turning to Luke, "Buddy, can you tell me why?"

Luke spread his hands, "I've never been married, maybe... it's what you're thinking."

"No... I'm not thinking anything, it's not possible." Little Black lifted his glass and drained it in one gulp, muttering to himself,

"This can't be happening... must be a joke.

Is today April Fool's Day?" Little Black looked helplessly at Luke, "Tell me, this is Photoshopped."

Luke didn't answer, silently eating his grilled oysters.

"I'm going to call her and ask what's up." Little Black took out his phone but hesitated, "No, I can't call her, it must be the angle of the photo, she must have just gained weight.

Yeah, that's right, after leaving such a good man like me, she must regret it and then let herself go, eating and drinking excessively.

I shouldn't contact her now.

It would only make her more upset.

Maybe she'll get over it after a while.

Do you think I'm right?"

Luke said, "I don't have much experience in this area, so I can't give you any advice."

Little Black let out a long sigh, pressed his temples with his fingers, and asked listlessly, "Where did you see her?"

"T-Bone Steak Restaurant."

…

The next day.

There have been no cases at the police station lately, and Luke found an excuse to still not go to work.

Perhaps because of his initial taste of financial freedom, Luke was feeling somewhat listless.

Saying this might get laughed at, considering his assets totaled just over a million US dollars.

In a big city, that amount could mostly be spent on buying a house, or might not even be enough.

But the thing is, buying a luxury house is Luke's dream, not a necessity.

Renting a house in Los Angeles is just as good, as long as you don't fall behind on rent, you can live there without worry.

Frankly, as long as he doesn't get married or have children in his lifetime, that amount of money would be enough to retire on.

Right now, Luke's attitude was quite relaxed; since he didn't feel like working, he might as well enjoy a few carefree days.

Isn't the purpose of working hard to happily enjoy life?

After eating breakfast, Luke drove to the beach. Recently, he had won 3 Diving Cards, and today was a good day to use them.

This was the main reason.

The secondary reason was that it was the perfect season for swimming at the beach, where there were plenty of pretty girls on the sand.

Just looking at girls was a form of enjoyment; it wasn't necessary to do anything in particular.

Of course, if the right opportunity came along, he could think about doing something.

In Luke's previous impression, the climate in Los Angeles was mostly warm, and he thought you could swim at the beach most of the time except in winter.

But only after actually moving here did he realize it wasn't so.

The real swimming season is in July and August; during other months, the seawater can be a bit cool.

Of course, this also depends on personal habit. In other months, you can still see Caucasians swimming, but rarely Asians or Asian tourists.

When Luke arrived at the beach, he wasn't in a hurry to check out girls; he planned to find a diving instructor first.

He had looked online and found a swimming club nearby called Will's.

Luke had read the club's profile online; aside from teaching swimming, they also offered water sports equipment rental.

The club's store was conspicuously situated on the beach, already crowded with tourists renting water sports equipment.

The receptionist was a man around thirty, Caucasian, with brown curly hair and a rather honest-looking face.

"Sir, what do you need?"

"I would like to hire a diving instructor."

"Do you have a reservation?"

"No, the website only allows members to make reservations, and I'm not a member."

"Can you swim?"

"Yes."

"How many hours do you want to learn today?"

"About six hours."

"The hourly rate for a diving instructor is between 50 to 100 US dollars. Different instructors have different prices. Is that acceptable for you?"

"Of course."

"Do you have any other requests?"

"Female instructors are preferred."

"OK, please wait, I'll help you contact a diving instructor."

After paying the deposit, Luke bought a bottle of ice-cold Coke, lay back on a chair, and watched the girls while sipping his drink.

In Los Angeles, you can see all sorts of ethnicities and all sorts of beauties, mostly in bikinis, a dazzling sight to the eyes.

Sometimes, Luke felt he wasted his last life, having not seen, played, let alone enjoyed; he didn't know what he was living for.

Such a pity.

"Sir, are you the one who wants to learn diving?" A woman's voice rang out next to him.

Luke turned his head and saw a Latina beauty wearing a bikini, with a curvaceous figure, slim waist, pert buttocks, and long legs, very eye-catching.

"Yes, are you the diving instructor?"

"Right, my name is Orty, the tuition fee is 100 dollars per hour, is that okay?"

"Of course, I'm Luke." The fee of one hundred dollars an hour wasn't cheap, but isn't making money all about spending it?

You can't buy happiness with money.

Soon, they began the one-on-one instruction.

Learning to swim with a bikini-clad beauty felt really good.

With the help of his Diving Card, Luke made quick progress and soon grasped the theoretical knowledge.

Next, Orty planned to take Luke for training in the water.

Considering the complexity of the sea water and strong waves, Orty first took Luke to the club's swimming pool for practice.

Diving training mainly involved two aspects: swimming and breath-holding.