I Was Summon To The World Of Famous Detectives

After lunch, the children all left-even though they saw that Lin Yao was so rich and they were so poor, they were shocked and desperate. But they still said that they will continue to work for Lin Yao tomorrow.

A strike is impossible to strike, it is impossible to strike in this life!

Lin Yao and Mingmei Xiaoai were standing in the courtyard looking at the new car. Mingmei liked her Rolls-Royce Phantom very much. She touched the front window and the roof of the car like a pet and couldn't put it down.

Lin Yao doesn't feel much about his Maybach. For him, the car is a means of transportation, nothing more. It is said that no man dislikes cars, Lin Yao thinks he might be expelled from male status.

"Shall we go out and try the car? Go for a ride outside?" Mingmei suggested.

"I agree!" Xiao Ai has no objection, after all, who doesn't drive out for a drive after buying a car?

Although Lin Yao doesn't love cars, he also agrees with this proposal. Of course he has to drive when he buys a car.

So both of them got into their own car and started the car. Xiao Ai hesitated for a while standing between the two cars, and finally got in her sister's car. Lin Yao thought: Sure enough, the more expensive the car, the more attractive...

Soon Lin Yao and Mingmei drove onto the road. Lin Yao didn't realize that Mingmei actually liked drag racing. Although Lin Yao's speed was fast enough, Mingmei still ran ahead of him.

Fortunately, other drivers on the road saw Rolls-Royce and Maybach, fearing to avoid them, and evaded early, so Mingmei went all the way smoothly. It was then that Lin Yao realized that luxury cars still have such benefits.

When I drove that Chevrolet before, no one gave me way...

When the two drove onto the expressway, Mingmei became even more unscrupulous and drove directly to the maximum speed stipulated by the highway. However, Lin Yao was a little depressed, because the country's high-speed limit is 120 kilometers per hour, and the country's freeway limit is 100 kilometers per hour, which is harder than the country, and can't give full play to the strength of the car.

It is said that a small number of state-owned highways have been opened to a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. I don't know if it is true or not. At least Lin Luo hasn't seen it.

"Since the speed limit is so severe, how do the motorcyclists in that country drag racing?" Lin Yao suddenly became curious about this matter. Maybe there are some roads where there is no speed limit? For example, barren mountains?

He remembered that some roads in country d had no speed limit, and there was no problem driving up to 250 kilometers per hour. "It seems that I have time to ask someone who likes drag racing. Maybe there are similar places.

Mingmei also seemed to find it boring to drive at 100 kilometers per hour, so she drove to the high-speed exit before driving far, and Lin Yao's car followed her off the high-speed. After coming out, it was Nishitama City, and the two of them drove slowly on the road in the city.

In Nishitama, a monk with a white beard walked out of the supermarket. The monk is wearing armor, holding a pottery bowl in one hand and a long stick in the other. He is the monk Tianyong, the abbot of the nearby Shanni Temple. Because the incense is broken in the temple, he can only go down the mountain to alms.

Speaking of this Shanni Temple, it is definitely well-known, but unfortunately it is not a good reputation. It turned out that a monk died strangely in the temple a year ago. It was rumored that he was killed by a foggy dog. Since then, Shanni Temple has been covered with a weird veil.

Monk Tianyong is not a good monk. After the accident, he tried to use murder cases for marketing. After all, many places have been haunted, but they can attract more customers. But he failed, maybe he really doesn't understand marketing.

Since then, the Shanni Temple has been devastated, and now there are only five people left in the entire temple.

"Amitabha Buddha, I'm so angry! Recently, young people have become less and less respectful of the Buddha, and they only gave me 1,000 yen. Are you really begging for food? Bastard!" Monk Tianyong just came out of the supermarket He exploded with a foul language.

Throughout the morning, Monk Tianyong didn't even eat a bite of rice, and the whole process of alms, so far he only had a thousand-yuan banknote and a few hundred-yuan coins in his bowl. This made him deeply feel the malice of the world towards him.

Thinking of some monks with a wealthy waist and sitting motionless in the temple, big bosses and big stars will send money to the door; look at yourself, as the abbot, you have to come out to beg for food, this world is really unfair.

Looking at the cars coming and going on the road, many of them are worth millions of luxury cars.

All of a sudden, the monk Tianyong developed a strong hatred of the rich.

Why? Why do they sit in a luxury car, but I can only ride a bicycle?

The rich "deserve to die, and the rich should go to hell!" Monk Tianyong watched a car that he had never seen before, and suddenly had a terrible idea-he wanted to avenge the rich!

Mingmei drove the car and found a monk in front of her, but the monk seemed to have seen her car, so she just honked the horn and moved on. But when the car passed by the monk, the monk suddenly screamed and fell down.

"Ahhhhh! My feet! My feet!

The situation outside the car scared Mingmei and Xiaoai, Mingmei hurriedly stopped, and then ran back to observe the situation. I saw the monk lying on the ground, rolling his feet on the ground, looking very painful.

Oops! Did I get him in the foot? Mingmei didn't realize that something was wrong for a while.

However, Lin Yao, who was driving behind Mingmei, saw what happened. Just now, Mingmei's car didn't touch the monk's foot at all, and the monk fell on her own.

A familiar term appeared in Lin Yao's mind-Pengci.

"It seems that no matter which country there are people playing this set... But it's really strange. Even if ordinary people touch porcelain, that is, they touch mid-range cars. They should not dare to touch real luxury cars, right?"

Touching porcelain is also a technical job, and finding a target requires careful consideration. If (good money, good money) chooses a car that is too broken, the driver may be too poor, and the other party can only take legal means if they can't afford to pay, and they can't eat and walk around; if the chosen car is too good, the driver is sitting in the car. People may be powerful, and it is themselves who will suffer.

Therefore, people who touch porcelain will only choose mid-range cars. This old monk actually bumped into the Rolls-Royce Phantom? Isn't it a bit of a high alert?

Lin Yao parked the car behind, then got out of the car and walked to the side of the monk Tian. He didn't rush to tear him down, but watched the opera uncle quietly.

Because the old monk screamed miserably, passers-by gathered, and slowly, more and more people.

Mingmei hadn't realized that she had been touched by porcelain, and thought she had really accidentally hit someone, so she was very concerned about Monk Tianyong. She didn't dare to touch the other person, for fear of causing secondary harm, but anxiously asked: "Master, how is your injury?"

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