Super Detective in the Fictional World

From the 17th district all the way to the northeast, the 18th district and the 19th district along the way are quite unsafe.

The ninety-three provinces in the periphery are described by Jelena. There is hell, not France.

Luke thought about it. The eighteenth district can go to see it today, but in the ninety-three provinces, he went to work only last night and is not in a hurry.

And, compared to the current art student paper, he has a more suitable informant-Daniel.

The taxi driver, who is obviously not very law-abiding, has to say that he is not clear about the situation in Paris. Perhaps he will disappear in this world even with people in a few days.

Making up his mind, Luke relaxed and talked to Elena in front of her.

After chatting for noon, Luke said that he was going to rest, and gave the rent by the way.

Elena followed Luke and said she wanted to call her father.

As a result ... no one.

Elena said sorry, but Luke saw that the girl had already expected it, and suddenly realized that they were following him intentionally upstairs.

However, he had to do a little preparation, obviously he couldn't get tired of talking with this girl anymore, he could only smile and said that he would rest for a while, and then closed the door.

With a keen sense of smell, he could clearly feel that Elena stood at the door for at least a minute, and her keen ears even heard her slight cheering.

Unfortunately, the cheers were in French, and he couldn't understand.

Luke just shook his head with a smile, sat on the bed, opened his backpack, took the modified notebook out of it, and started looking at it.

There is a map of Paris in advance and various materials.

He repeatedly inquired various information on it, such as the distance from here to the eighteen districts, and the ninety-three provinces, traffic conditions, store construction, and resident population.

This kind of world-class big city, the effect he did in this way is average, but the preparation work can be done, there is still something to do.

Unfortunately, Tony Stark's technology hasn't reached the point of making mature artificial intelligence, and Luke certainly couldn't figure it out.

Luke was very skeptical that even if he learned Tony Stark's abilities, he would probably not be able to make Jarvis.

In Tony Stark's current ability, there is no way to create Jarvis, and Jarvis's appearance seems to be an accident.

Therefore, he did not give much hope for this.

It took more than an hour to knock on the door.

Luke looked up, and when she saw the floating glass without the curtains, Elena's face was all smiling.

He couldn't help laughing: This Elena, why is he a little childish? What does it mean to run to the window when I knock on the door?

He stuffed his notebook into his bag and opened the door. "Ilian, what's the matter?"

Elena: "My dad is back. He wants to see you."

Luke couldn't laugh or cry: he was like a son-in-law, so he rented a house.

Then, he passed over Elena, who was only one-meter-six meters in front of him, and looked at the old man in his fifties, a few meters away: "This is your father? What should I call him?"

Elena: "Well, just call him Pierre."

Luke nodded, and went out and reached out to the old man: "Pierre, nice to meet you."

Pierre did not respond immediately, but looked at him up and down, and finally nodded: "Well, good boy." Then gave him a hug.

Luke was a bit confused: have we been so familiar? Or are the French so passionate?

Pierre's English is obviously average, and after a few words, it was translated by Elena, probably to welcome him temporarily, but reminded him to return early at night, preferably before six.

Luke smiled and nodded: "I will pay attention. If I don't come back, I will tell you before I go out."

Elena was strange: "Don't come back?"

Luke laughed: "I came with the teacher, and sometimes I need to learn from her."

Elena was curious, but she didn't ask much. Everyone was not so familiar, so she nodded to understand.

In fact, Luke was going out soon.

Leaving the rent to the old Mr. Pierre, Luke went out with his bag on his shoulders, leaving Elena with a look of disappointment on the side, and she thought about talking to the boy in the afternoon.

Luke said goodbye to the two with a smile, then turned to the street.

I got on the bus and walked for a few stops. I bought a cheap and practical Nokia slab in the storefront of Bouygues, France's three basic operators, and bought several prepaid mobile phone cards, and then went out to call.

Twenty minutes later, Daniel appeared. He still looked like a little sister-in-law, but the smile on his face was very bright: "Big rich man, I'm so happy to see you again."

Luke smiled, got in the car: "Yes, because you won that bet." Then he threw a thousand euros past.

Daniel continued with a smile and ran into his arms. "Where are you going to play today? Rich man."

Luke: "Take me to the 18th district, don't go too fast, and talk to me by the way."

Daniel tangled: "Yes, I'm a driver. The tour guide is not professional."

Luke immediately threw a thousand euros over again: "500 for the fare, 500 for the consultation fee, and the fare is extra."

Daniel: "... I suddenly appeared and I am still familiar with the situation in Paris. Rich, what do you want to know?"

Luke: "The eighteenth district, the red light district, and those dangerous groups."

Daniel glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "hoho, do you want to play? I can recommend a safe one for you. Well, but remember to put on safety measures. I say safety is only life and property, not the body Healthy, remember that last time a guy missed this advice, he could only go to the doctor ... "

Luke interrupted the chattering taxi driver: "No, what I want is the whole to the details, where is my freedom. Daniel, is it better to be more professional for more consulting fees!"

Daniel shrugged. "Well, what do you want to hear?"

In more than two hours, Daniel drove around a few places in the eighteenth district with a normal degree, and then put him somewhere.

Luke threw another thousand euros to Daniel: "The most is the consulting fee ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When I need your car, don't drop the chain."

Daniel picked up the banknote with a smile and kissed him: "For your generosity, I'll be happy to help."

In just two hours, he had three thousand euros.

This guy is different from a normal taxi driver, he is a black car.

That's right, this guy's driving license is forged, and his driving license is even less. His name has been on the black list of the Vehicle Administration for a long time, and no license will be given to him.

However, he has a good car skills, a flexible mind, and a license plate. The police cannot find him at all. His people and cars do not exist in the Paris police database.

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