Super Detective in the Fictional World

When the two quarreled, Luke looked at it with interest. He took off the Zorro hat and placed it on the bar with one hand.

The two people who were so noisy had their mouths still moving, but glanced involuntarily.

With a slight click, the smiley mask opened to the left and right, retracting the collar of the uniform behind, revealing a middle-aged white man's face.

The noise of the two stopped, and they looked at this face with gaze.

Gollum.

Luke took a sip of beer unhurriedly: "Why not noisy?"

Then, he took out a bag of unopened potato chips from the bar and took a look. The milk chocolate flavor.

After tearing it open and stuffing it into the mouth, the potato chips were clicked and clicked: "Well, except a little sweet, everything else is OK."

The Vedveso duo stunned beside him.

After a while, Wade still spoke, "You must be a fake V."

"Huh?" Luke's mouth was busy, but he cast doubts on his eyes.

Wade: "How can V eat potato chips and beer? Shouldn't you be eating Lipton black tea and eating bear biscuits, like those British masters?"

Luke slowly took another piece of potato chips in his hand, still the authentic British London accent of Belle: "I can understand the bear biscuit, but Lipton black tea is that kind of convenient tea bag?"

Wade: "Yeah."

Luke: "I haven't drunk. Actually, I prefer to drink."

Visso's chin is almost hitting the stage: Wait, are you sick or is there something wrong with my worldview?

Lipton black tea + bear biscuits + what a British master is?

It's a pity that no one bothered him.

Wade seemed to be interested: "Wait, don't talk first. How do I feel like you're a bit familiar?"

With that said, he leaned back on his upper body and patted Visuo in the bar with his hand: "Did you think he was like that ..."

Visuo also seems to have the same feeling: "Yeah, very much like the guy who promoted the plot. If you change a black suit and tie, maybe there will be six or seven imaging. Well, but this must be a high version.

Wade nodded thoughtfully and asked Luke, "What's your last name?"

Luke Hehe: "As long as you want, just call me (Mr. Smith)."

Wade and Vesso looked weird and said in unison: "(Agent Smith)?"

Luke turned his head and showed a "modest" smile to the two.

The two were together again and again: "This is the expression, this is the expression, it is so much alike."

Luke didn't bother to care about these two hundred and twenty-five.

In fact, he just had to make sure that Wade wouldn't commit suicide.

Deadly demanding money, professional ethics, and a mercenary of extraordinary strength, he has only found this one.

But at the moment, he didn't know that if there was the most boring thing in the world, Wade's suicide could only be ranked second-see Wade's suicide absolutely ranked first.

"So what are you talking about Agent Smith?" He asked casually.

With this question, Wade talked about his tragedy.

Simply put, this guy fainted on Christmas Eve and was sent to the hospital for examination and found cancer. He could not live more than a year.

It happened that the five million Wade earned hadn't moved much, Vanessa ran with him for a month, and the money spent hundreds of thousands. No one can guarantee how long he will live, even if it is three or five Will not work.

There is nothing I don't understand about Wade.

Those private professional cancer hospitals that said there was hope just wanted him to live in and spend money. Anyway, when cancer patients die, they can't blame them.

When he came to this bar to drink, he met a black suit that claimed to work for the government medical department, a face that looked a bit like V, the one Wade dubbed as Agent Smith.

They are said to provide rehabilitation for terminally ill patients, but the treatment is experimental, and Wade can contact him if he wants.

Wade chose to accept it within a few days because he knew normal medical treatments and he didn't have a chance to survive.

He didn't even care about it, but letting Vanessa watch him die day by day was too unfair to her.

As a result, his terminal illness is now cured with a less experienced therapy, but the person is disfigured.

Wade didn't elaborate on the specific treatment, and Luke didn't ask.

He just felt that if this guy didn't get it right, he would have taken some weird medicine, killed the cancer cells, and restored his physical strength. The only drawback was that his appearance was contaminated by radiation.

There are too many people engaging in black technology in this world. All of William Stella's research materials are in storage space. He hasn't had time to study. Where can I find time to care about this "destructive" technology.

"I have to find the **** Englishman and let him recover my face so I can see Vanessa," Wade muttered to himself.

Vesso subconsciously looked at a listener who was close at hand, authentically speaking in a London accent, and said insincerely: "There is love in the world, and she loves you so much ..."

Wade leaned his head closer to him: "Are you talking about this face?"

Weisuo could not help but start sideways, and spit out: "Okay, this is really a bit difficult, um, but you sure she doesn't have any special aesthetic hobby, such as falling in love?"

Wade: "She liked me very much, because I was the most handsome man in the world at that time, not the avocado that was stronger now."

Vesso nodded in agreement: "It seems you have only one way out."

Wade: "Yes, find Francis."

Visso said at the same time: "Make a horror movie."

Wade stunned: "What?"

Weisuo: "Looking at your face, it looks like a monster protagonist in a horror movie. It doesn't need makeup, and it's a waste of being an actor."

For a moment, Wade decided to return to the subject: "I want to find Francis, and start with his men."

Visuo shrugged. "Well, he thought you were dead anyway?"

Wade: "That plant was blown up into the sky. He must have thought I was dead."

Weisuo: "Then you need an ultra-thick mask to cover your face so that he doesn't notice it. In addition, you also need a code, um, what about Wade? Or Wade?

Wade waved his hands impatiently: "I have a mask and a code-deadpool! It scares all the villains out of their pants."

Vesso can't help glancing at someone somewhere in the distance: I'm so scared that I'm so scared, can you take him away quickly? I won't leave my lines anymore.

Fortunately, www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Wade, consciously planning, has been immersed in the fantasy of restoring his appearance, and got up and left.

Luke laughed softly and didn't stop him.

Picking up the beer, he also stood up.

With a click, the smiley mask was raised and closed again. He took the Zorro hat on the bar and put it on: "I wish you a good dream."

When the black cape also disappeared at the door, Vesso took a breath and leaned against the wine cooler: "Maja Fako, scared Dad."

If it hadn't been for inertia to talk to Wade, he would have been paralyzed.

It's not that he is timid, but he can't afford to smile, and doesn't want to disappear as mysteriously as those killers.

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