"Thomas Colley." The white man stared at the badge, "Sir, I haven't done anything illegal."
"No need to be nervous, we're not here for you, we just want to ask you about some things."
"In that case, I'm relieved. After all, who hasn't done something wrong when they were young? Let's sit down and talk." Thomas Colley gestured him to sit.
"Thank you." Luke pointed to House No. 406, and asked, "Mr. Colley, do you know the owner of that house?"
"Yes, we had a drink together last year."
"Does he still live in that house?"
"No, he moved to Las Vegas, that guy is more carefree than me, it's enviable."
Luke asked, "Is anyone living in that house now?"
Thomas Colley thought for a moment, "Recently, it seems a tenant has moved in, but I haven't seen them. Last night, it seemed like the lights were on in that house.
Oh, and the tenant drives a black Chevrolet, but don't ask me for the license plate number, I can't remember."
"How many people are living in that house?"
