Super Detective in the Fictional World

After a while, Luke came to a two-story seaside villa.

He looked at the light that was looming through the crack of the door. He thought about it, stepped forward, and knocked on the door three times with even speed: "Hello, is anyone home?"

The voice that originally came into his ear stopped suddenly, but no one came to open the door.

Luke: "Don't answer, just assume you're the default, then I'm in."

As he twisted the doorknob, he opened the door with a slight click, and stepped in, and the free look was just like returning to his own home.

Three meters into the room, he walked through the entrance hall and partition, and saw the situation on the right living room.

Then he stood still, the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider, making the smile on his face brighter: "Hi, how do you call it?"

In the living room, the two stood one by one.

Sitting on the sofa was Harry, in a white shirt and denim shorts, she just looked at Luke with a look of muna.

Standing behind her was a thin, calm, white male, about 25 to 30 years old.

While Luke looked at him with a smile, the skinny man let go of his hands holding Harry's head, and a curious look flashed in his eyes: "It's you, joker."

Luke gave a gorgeous bow: "It's a great honor to let you know my name."

The skinny man was curious: "Your name is Jeff Richardhausen?"

Luke: "Yes, but I prefer everyone to call me a clown."

The lean man nodded thoughtfully: "So, the clown is the body? Interesting."

Luke walked into the living room unhurriedly, and then sat down on the armchair on the side of Harry: "No, it's you that's interesting."

Then he picked up a cup of coffee on the table, raised Erlang's legs, and took a leisurely sip: "Should I call you number zero?"

From the couch where Harry was on, the thin man walked to the single sofa on the other side and sat down likewise.

With Harley as the apex, the three positions are just in an isosceles triangle.

The lean white man leaned his back close to the sofa, his hands rested on the armrest, and ten fingers struck the armrest rhythmically, full of rhythm: "Simon, Simon-Nepel."

Luke glanced at his smart finger and sipped his coffee again with a smile: "Do you know why I came to you?"

The opposite Simon was silent for a moment before answering: "Because you want to find me."

Luke raised an eyebrow: This guy, a little interesting.

From the knock on the door, he had been paying attention to Simon's mental fluctuations.

At that time, Simon's mental fluctuations were slightly agitated and a little joyful.

Almost made Luke mistakenly think this guy was doing something indescribable to Harry.

Fortunately, both the sensitive sense of smell and the primary sound wave denied this possibility. After entering, he saw that Harry was also fully dressed.

In the face of the sudden self, Simon not only did not panic, but was very excited.

This excitement was suppressed well by another mood of concentration, making him look normal.

But Simon's excitement was extremely strong, but that concentration was stronger.

As the old saying goes, "It's half fire and half sea water."

Luke Tao's words did not reveal more than the other party's willingness to tell him his name.

At least Simon did not disclose who was most likely to send someone to arrest him.

With a telegram in his heart, Luke nodded: "Yes, I'm interested in your research, so I want to study you."

Simon nodded slowly: "I think so too."

Luke moved his hand holding the coffee cup out of the armrest, released his finger, and let it fall on the colorful Mexican carpet, spattering a tan stain.

He then withdrew his hands and applauded, "Wow, it looks like someone wants to play a wonderful game with me, which is great."

A strange smile appeared on Simon's face: "It's great to meet you. So am I here?"

Luke applauded and nodded again and again: "Come, please hurry up."

System: Unknown mental energy was found trying to link. Accept? whether.

Luke chose whether or not, and then continued to look at Simon in that oblique state: "Have a little hard work, isn't that hard work without dinner at night? Would you like me to call you for a taco?"

Simon froze slightly, but his eyes glowed even more: "Sure enough, you are a unique existence. Let me see what secrets your body contains."

The voice didn't fall, and his voice suddenly bounced off the sofa and swooped at Luke.

His slamming speed was much faster than ordinary people.

Just moments later, Simon's dim figure fluttered, grabbing Luke's head with both hands.

Then ... his eyes went dark.

Huh!

Simon, who was hit by something, drew back a few steps as he stared at Venus.

On the sofa, Luke slowly put down Erlang's left foot with his leg standing on it.

Simon flew fast, but his fighting skills were not outstanding.

Luke just stretched his left foot and bumped his face against the sole of his foot.

Simon, who barely stood still, touched his nose with his hands, and two nosebleeds flowed down.

He didn't care, just murmured: "Your fighting ability is really strong, no wonder you can fight the Dark Knight head-on."

Luke wrote it down again.

The clown's fighting method is basically only known to those who have arrested the clown.

Ordinary mental hospital patients are not people who can access this hidden information.

So, is the reconstructed Sky Eye giving the information of the clown to this Simon?

Simon didn't delay, and when he said this, he caught up again.

But this time he was much slower, apparently guarding against the problem of hitting his feet.

At the same time, his hands stretched forward, dancing fast like a shake.

Luke didn't care.

The fighting skills of each other are too far apart. Unless Simon uses his physical strength to crush Luke's fighting skills, otherwise he will always be himself.

At this moment, Harry, who was stunned by the sudden appearance, jumped up and rushed to Luke.

Harry and Simon ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ formed a pinch on Luke.

Luke ignored Harry at all.

In her ordinary person's physique, a hundred punches at him were useless.

The next moment, he slapped a fan in Simon's hand, and Simon flew out a few meters and rolled a few circles on the ground.

Luke looked at him, looking at Harry, who was thrown on him.

I saw Harry grabbing his hands under his left arm and left rib into claws, and grasped them hard.

In the harsh creak, a suit-style clown suit was scratched out of her mouth, and her sharp ten-finger nails slammed into Luke's muscles.

Luke's face was surprised, his arms trembled, and two muscles trembled on one side of his waist, immediately squeezing out the ten fingers grasping the muscle layer on the surface.

Harry was stunned: "Physical superpowers?"