"He is a white male, aged 38, working at an IT company, about six feet tall, weighing approximately 170 or 180 pounds, but I'm not entirely sure.

He was wearing a shirt and jeans when he left that day, and his clothes are pretty much similar."

Luke asked, "Why were you two fighting?"

"He wanted to resign because he thought the IT industry was too exhausting and wanted to switch to a more physical job, something that would allow him to exercise and work under the sun.

I disagreed. I thought he was being overly optimistic. Every job has its difficulties, and we should find ways to overcome them rather than escape.

I felt that changing jobs at his age was unwise. Once he quits, it won't be easy to go back, and his income would drop significantly. I didn't want to alter our current life. I hoped he could persevere because we're not young anymore, and we need to consider family and children.

It wasn't the first time he brought up this idea. I was worried he would really quit, so I tried hard to persuade him.

But the more excited he got, the more we argued.

I told him if he dared to quit, he shouldn't come back."

Mrs. Martel's voice choked as she wiped her tears, "I deeply regret saying those words now. Maybe I wasn't considerate enough of him, not realizing the immense pressure he was under at work.

If he comes back, I will seriously discuss the resignation issue with him."

"How did your husband leave the house?"

"He drove a black BMW."

"Have you tried calling him?"

"Yes, but his phone cannot be reached. He didn't go to the company, and his friends don't know where he is. I've searched everywhere I can think of and was considering whether to report it to the police when I heard about this."

Mrs. Martel seemed to remember something, "I have his photo. See if it's him."

Mrs. Martel took out her phone, opened a photo, and handed it to Luke.

The photo showed a stern-looking white man. Luke thought of those two bags of minced meat and muttered to himself, "How can I tell anything from this?"

"Mrs. Martel, I cannot be sure if the body is your husband. We need comparison samples, like DNA, fingerprints, and your husband's identification as well as the car's license plate number.

"No problem, I can provide all of that for you."

"Ring…" Luke's phone rang. He took it out and checked; it was Orty's number.

Luke said to the deputy beside him, "Deputy, record Mr. Martel's information."

The deputy, who had been listening to their conversation, made a gesture, "Mrs. Martel, please come with me."

Luke stepped aside and answered the call, "Hello, this is Luke."

Orty's voice came from the phone, "I made an appointment with the client for dinner at eight o'clock at the Saida restaurant."

"I'm afraid that won't work today; I have a new case now."

"But I've already made the appointment with the client. Breaking the appointment unilaterally wouldn't be good. Besides, at eight o'clock, you should be off work by then."

"Tonight is uncertain, not sure how late I'll be busy."

Orty pondered for a moment, "How about this, keep the set time, but I'll change the location to a restaurant near the detective bureau? You surely can't work overtime on an empty stomach, right?"

"So considerate?"

"Of course, if there are no issues, I'll reschedule with the client."

Luke instructed, "Time and location are fine, but tonight must be an all-vegetarian feast."

"Wow, seems like today's case is really intense!"

"You don't want to know." Luke hung up the phone and walked to Mrs. Martel, "Mrs. Martel, if it's convenient, I'd like to visit your home."

"Why come to my house? My husband left on his own, nothing happened at my home."

"We need to collect his biological samples."

"I can provide them for you."

"Sorry, the technical team needs to gather them in person to comply with regulations."

Mrs. Martel was silent for a moment, "OK, I'll take you there."

Luke said to the deputy, "Deputy, investigate Brett Martel's situation and the missing BMW."

"Don't worry, kid, I know what to do." The deputy was somewhat impatient as if to say, when I started solving cases, your old man was still drinking milk.

8 PM, Caroline Restaurant.

This restaurant is not far from the detective bureau, just a five-minute walk away.

Luke arrived at the restaurant, gave his name, and a waitress led him to a private room on the second floor.

Lilith was already there, sitting by the window, with long golden hair over her shoulders, delicate features, fair skin, and an orange-red short dress revealing two straight long legs.

"Sorry, Miss Finn, to keep you waiting."

"No, I came early. I don't like eating too late." Lilith gestured to the waitress, "You can serve the dishes now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lilith looked at Luke, "I generally only eat vegetables and fruits at night; I didn't expect you to like them too."

Luke, not in the mood to explain, glanced at his watch, "Miss Finn, I might need to return to the precinct soon, so we'd better get straight to the point."

"OK, after our talk last night, I realized you were right.

Instead of borrowing others' adventure experiences, I should embark on my own treasure hunt. I believe my grandfather would be more eager to hear my personal adventure stories.

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