Super Detective in the Fictional World

Latest website: Luke looked at the corner vending machine with his eyes.

I saw a young woman in her early twenties holding one hand on the door of the vending machine, and the other hand covering herself behind her, her facial features wrinkled into a ball.

Her complexion was blue, her lips were biting, her tears and snot were all down, and her black eyeshadows washed out two black tear marks on her cheeks, like a ghost movie heroine.

But the woman couldn't cry, the unimaginable pain spread from the bottom up, and half of the abdomen and thigh roots collapsed and pulled like that.

She could only open her mouth wide and inhale and exhale.

The woman's white shirt with a fancy denim vest and a pair of tight jeans on her lower body looked very fashionable.

But at the moment her thighs were clamped, and she was still shaking, and the raised dolphin stretched the frosted blue jeans more rounded.

Just by looking at this, Luke understood why she was a victim.

And her companion, a woman who was slightly fat and dressed in home clothes, had much better luck and eagerly asked what happened to the jeans.

Sometimes it's not lucky to have a good-looking face. Luke could only shake his head slightly, sympathizing with it.

The millennium kill in reality is not as funny as in the comics.

No matter how good the relationship is, it is easy to make friends.

Not to mention that this is a heavy hand placed on a woman by a strange man, without joking at all, but still sneak shots.

Picking up the camera from the photographer's side, Luke calmly walked forward.

No matter the thin man who killed that woman for thousands of years, or this photographer, they are all little red bastards.

He had no burden to stun them.

Speaking of which, there must be a lot of women who have been "stabbed behind", and hitting them with a concussion is also considered to be fair for those women.

As he thought, he flipped through the documents in the digital camera.

I do n’t know, I was shocked at first glance.

From the time of the video, the two guys have filmed the attack on four women last night to today.

Looking at the performance of the women, Luke frowned, and turned around at his feet.

First back to the photographer, he stepped on the palm of this man.

In the clicking noise, the guy screamed in pain, but still didn't wake up.

Then Luke walked to the thin, stunned man lying on the side of the road, kicking one leg between his scruffy legs, so that this guy could also taste the taste of chrysanthemum residue.

Of course, he controlled the intensity.

Otherwise, the photographer can amputate his hands without surgery, and the thin male hands are normal.

Well now, just two months in the hospital.

And in the future they dare to do such things, they will definitely eat dogs when they run-they have been "defeated" by Luke, and their luck will not be very good in the future.

After cleaning up these two guys, the system actually gave a total of one hundred experience points.

Knocking out the two talents gave them only 30, Luke went back to make up the knife and then recharged 70, apparently the system thought they deserved it.

Behind them, the two women looked at the handsome guy in the black trench coat coming and going in front of the vending machine, their faces dull.

The victim's jeans had forgotten the pain for a while, and after a while, he returned to his senses, and then hey.

Her companion's home clothes were awakened: "Ah, do you still hurt? That **** change is too ... uh"

The home service couldn't help but looked at the thinner man who was even higher, and shivered, "He, he won't die, right?"

The victim's jeans resisted the severe throbbing pain in his lower body, and he gritted his teeth: "This kind of **** is good to die. Go, help me go home, don't call the police."

The home service helped her take a few steps, or asked in a low voice, "Isn't it alarming?"

He breathed in his jeans, and said hardly in his mouth, "Why, do you think I will revenge?"

I think it ’s the same for home clothes, then I smashed my mouth, and a smile suddenly appeared on my face: “So handsome, so cold, and the black trench coat, like the overbearing protagonist in the comic.

The jeans nodded subconsciously, and immediately found something wrong, and squeezed her arm firmly: "What blue hair do you make! I still hurt."

The home service quickly apologized, but then said, "I will take your time to take you home. Oops, I forgot to take a picture. Wait for the supermarket owner to see if I can monitor it. I will rip it down. . "

Jeans: "Recorded a copy for me."

Home service surprised: "You don't hurt anymore?"

Jeans: "It hurts, but maybe it won't hurt me to look at him!"

Home service thoughtfully: "That makes sense."

...

Luke took revenge for those women, and the camera was thrown into the storage space.

Now that things have happened, he will not change the fact if he sees it or shows it to Selena.

This video should be a case study material for the safety training class for Selena ... right?

Compared with the one hundred points just harvested, his work efficiency has increased more than a few times last night.

A day of intelligence reconnaissance made his actions more targeted.

The illegal drugs thrown into Tokyo Bay and the Neon Travel Fund, which has been put into storage space, have been greatly improved.

Correspondingly, the gain of experience points is 13,000.

Without such gains, he was not in a good mood to buy eighteen flavors of soda for a dog's head.

However, compared to Mexico's "sweat money", Neon basically has only sweat and no blood.

The situation where a gang has several lives on its hands is the norm in Mexico and dreaming here in Neon.

In the few dens he had taken away, he couldn't find a murderous rogue, and the evil degree was all piled up by selling illegal drugs.

Luke also let a few leaders disappear, and the other younger brothers did not move.

Maybe soon, there will be a legend similar to the ghost butcher in the Tokyo gang, but it doesn't matter, and the deity can be washed again.

...

During the day, Luke changed places again to determine the terrain of Tokyo from the heights.

After night, Tokyo drizzled again.

Luke went for a few more points until he finished at 10 o'clock in the night.

At this moment the rain became heavy and his figure turned out from the street corner.

With one hand holding the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella sent by the sweetie fellow, and one hand holding the sewn eco-bag, he walked slowly to a stall.

The "flat house" composed of red neon lights on the food stalls refracts the misty night rain into a light red halo.

This is Shinjuku Gyoen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is the stall where Luke has come.

It is one of the few open stalls open late at night-the rest are basically indoors.

At the moment when Luke stood before the food stall, the bald chef on the kitchen table put down his kitchen knife, took a white dry towel, and wiped his hands a little.

At the same time, his slightly drooping head was gradually raised, as opposed to Luke's eyes, which stood under an umbrella.

Then he grinned and stood upright: "Long to your name, Wick."

Luke also laughed, stepped forward, and put the empty eco-bag on the stage. "Thank you for your bag. Besides, just call me John."

Bald Chef: "Hi, please sit down. John Sand."

Luke: ... I'm lucky I can't do it.

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