Super Detective in the Fictional World

(Thanks to ally yyyyingy for her support of the book)

The cheap sister-in-law was wearing a mid-length dress of a similar silk fabric today, a little above the knee in length.

This kind of skirt is very conservative, but can not resist her to lie down, the skirt front fly, on the waist.

A few meters away was a slender, unobstructed view to someone with keen eyesight.

Luke couldn't help but chuckle, whispering sideways in Eleanor's ear, "Well, that's the artist's choice, isn't it? Love love love."

Looking at that warped dolphin, which was still wrapped in a small piece of light purple openwork cloth, Eleanor simply slapped someone with a mouthful of flowers, telling him not to gloat.

She also couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the puckered hips: Yeah, this Mary looks like she's almost forty, and she usually behaves in a dignified and polite manner, but she's still a child in private.

Margaret giggled for a moment, then turned her head, just in time to see both of them laughing at her, and was suddenly satisfied: Well, good, I made them laugh.

As far as she was concerned, there was no question of embarrassment in front of her two best friends, as long as everyone was happy.

Eleanor beat the sarcastic person, helped him to take off his own high heels, and then went forward to help Margaret untie the straps of her stiletto sandals.

By the way, she checked her knees and elbows to make sure there were no bruises, before the two women stood up together.

Margaret naturally handed Luke the pair of high-heeled sandals that had led to the "accident scene": "Hold this for me too, please.

Luke took them in passing, and saw the look on her face as she turned her head to look at the beach, "You want to go down to the sea to play?"

Margaret: "Yeah, too bad I didn't bring a bathing suit."

Luke didn't care, "Well you guys wait here for a while, I have a bathing suit in my car."

Margaret ohs, pulls Elena and runs to the beach, "Come on come on, look at that cloud, the shape and color and the empty space around it, does it look like a natural composition?"

Luke watched the two women run to the beach, treading water and chatting, before he went into the manor beach behind a circle of low landscape plants.

Of course he didn't have any bathing suits in the car, he did have normal clothes and towels, but there were a lot of bathing suits in the storage space.

It wasn't that Luke had a hobby of collecting bathing suits, it was purely an employee benefit - several of the villainous doctors in Space 2 had been in correctional labor.

But as he recruited a full research team and "logistics team" for the villain scientists, the results of his research began to come in.

Like his nano-armor, about 30% of the technology comes from this team.

The research and development of the Life One was basically entrusted to them.

From the team leader to the researchers, they were a bunch of big red names, but life imprisonment and reeducation through labor was considered an established policy, which necessitated some kind of reward mechanism.

Normal prisons had a prison sentence and parole, which Luke certainly didn't have here.

From the time they entered the second space, this group of bad guys can only work in it until death, so the reward can only be material.

Various specialized recreational facilities are naturally preferred, such as...a luxury pool.

Of course, normal people understand that the most attractive part of a pool is never the water, just as most bars are not the most attractive part of alcohol.

The second space "logistics team" was born.

Hundreds of men and women with no scientific ability and simply a bad red name are brought into Space Two.

Luke simply and crudely follows the near-star face plastic surgery, training, and then brainwashing with mental ability, and finally injects nanoworm surveillance control.

The "support team" is there to meet all the service needs of the men and women in the research team.

Things like bathing suits are just a basic consumable.

The research team is overwhelmingly male, and naturally there are more women in the "support team", of all sizes and sizes.

That's why Luke buys swimsuits in bulk and in all sizes and styles.

He stuffed two bathing suits, one swimsuit, flip-flops, a couple of large towels, and a beach mat into a large bag.

On second thought, he simply got a food box out with a bottle of red wine in it.

His sister-in-law had a fondness for red wine, but didn't want to drink it alone.

Today, the banquet trip is considered to be lost by those crazy dog-like clothes beast men, then she can only use red wine to make up for it.

They were ready in less than ten seconds, and Luke waited a few more minutes before walking back to the beach.

The two women were facing the sunset over the sea, engrossed in a discussion of the landscape and composition, and kept gesturing at the point of interest, completely forgetting he was there.

Only when the sun was setting in the distance, leaving only a faint glimmer of light and no more inspiring sunset seascapes in the sky, did Margaret remember Luke.

Turning her head, she saw someone lounging on the beach, elegantly shaking a glass of red wine in front of her.

Well, it wasn't that he was purposely pretending, he just really wasn't that interested in wine.

As for the glass in the hand waving, its purpose and in front of the nugget in front of the bell piece of grilled steak wobbling no difference.

Sure enough, my sister-in-law's eyes immediately lit up with cheer and came running over with a string of coquettish smiles, "Luke, you're so great that you knew I wanted this."

Luke smiled rather than said anything as he watched her happy over a little surprise: it's so nice to be simple, my dog's head is even harder to coax than yours now.

A few minutes later, Margaret downed half a glass of red wine, placed the glass on the food crate that was temporarily serving as a table, and sighed contentedly as she lay down, "Wow, this is so comfortable to lay like this."

Elena chuckled softly, draping the large towel Luke had handed her over her shoulders and draping one over Margaret as she lay beside her.

This was the open Long Island seaside, and the sea breeze brought a subtle chill after dark.

The fabric of her and Margaret's dresses didn't keep her warm, and it wouldn't do to get cold.

It was only when Margaret was covered by a large towel over her cool shoulders that she noticed more details, "Wow, is there even a towel ready? Well, and this beach mat, this case...Luke, you'd definitely get the highest tip in the world if you were a waiter."

Luke smiled and ordered, "Thanks for the compliment, but unfortunately I can't stand the job of being on time."

Margaret was slightly drunk and her words drifted, "Hmmmmm, so I should tip you now." Said Duang sitting up on his body, just looking for it.

Elena reminded good-naturedly, "You were chauffeured to the front of the manor and didn't even have your wallet."

Margaret froze and remembered this too, her hand subconsciously replaced to her chest, so she dug into the crevice, "Right oh, but Hallie told me to have at least one hundred dollar bill on me to save the day."

Elena reluctantly reached over and pulled her hand out which she had pulled out several times, "Are you trying to tell me that the boob sticker today was made out of a hundred dollar bill?"

Margaret stayed still for a moment before holding her head in her hands, "Oh God, I forgot. I didn't have my chest protector today, and without it I don't have the little opening to put the bill in, so I didn't have that money."