Super Detective in the Fictional World

(Thanks to Allied Against the Grass for supporting the book)

The left hand that hasn't been retracted is pulled backwards, just in time to connect with a backhanded overhand slap.

Crack!

The dutiful, business-minded security guard was also brought spinning in place twice by the twisting head and pounced to the ground.

Except for the fact that his companion was spinning clockwise while he was spinning counterclockwise, their pouncing movements were identical.

"Keep up." Luke withdrew his hand, as naturally as if he had just casually shooed away the annoying flies.

Max, however, didn't move.

When Luke glanced away obliquely, he saw her lip-lined, charming mouth wide open and asked a curt, "What, am I weird for hitting someone?"

Max perked up, his face soaring red and his eyes sparkling, "Oh, that's a cool pose, I like it."

Luke chuckles, "I'll show you later then."

Max covers his head, "No, don't laugh. I'm talking about that look on your face, well it's not just a look either, it's just that..."

She mimics the way Luke just smacked someone and tries to keep her face straight, trying to explain what got her point.

Luke was surprised, "You like that?"

Max nodded evenly.

Luke chimed in, casually set in his arms and took out a regular mask for her to put on.

Max was curious, "What for? It's not like they're having a masked ball, it's conspicuous to wear this."

Luke: "Your face can't match mine, what if people laugh at you later?"

Max felt so logical, "Okay, so do I need to prepare my lines?"

Luke: "No, as long as you act like a bigot when I ask you questions."

"No problem." Max agreed in one breath, then, "Well, what does a big brother look like?"

Luke: "Like when I ask you "which one", you do."

He said lifting his chin slightly and turning his head slowly so that it drove his gaze down to her before jutting his head slightly and making a small mmming sound in his nose.

Max's mouth went wide again, "WOW, I can be this cool?"

Luke instructed the action points, "Remember, don't roll your eyes around, only head drive it, that's about right. Here, do it for me."

Max did as she was told, and as a result, it took five minutes of practice to get through all of these simple movements.

Mostly because she was actually quite jumpy, and her eyes and body would always move unconsciously and randomly.

Because ordinary people do need all kinds of exaggerated facial expressions, body language to attract the attention of other people in the situation.

Big Brother, however, doesn't need these little tricks, they are naturally the focus of other people's attention.

In addition to slowing down the action, one has the "momentum" feeling, and two can also leave others enough time to think.

As for the language... does it matter? Even if it's just one breath and one look from the big man, all that is revealed is a slow lofty cross.

Of course, to put it more realistically, that's when he gets Max's vibe.

It was nothing more than a gesture that he showed before doing it, as he walked down the process of kill → kill bad guy → kill very strong bad guy.

It seems that the big fierce cake maker actually prefers this cold type of handsome guy in his heart, so maybe he can try it tonight. He thought to himself.

After the rehearsal, Luke walked in front and Max walked behind him.

Even the large bath towel she was wearing he fiddled with in passing, looking more like a white shawl.

The little bad seeds should not have the heart to tell if it was a bath towel or a shawl later anyway.

Even if the big brother was wearing a bath towel, did people dare to disrespect her?

From the bottom back deck up to the second front deck, at the moment this place has fallen into the rhythm of revelry.

Five twenty to thirty year old rich guys around, per capita two to three youthful, hot and active girls milled about, polishing off guns already started the first half of the party.

Luke wasn't interested in watching this, the rich scum he'd killed were much more fun than this.

One step onto the front deck and he was in sight of the last security guard guarding the stairway.

This security guard was here to prevent the hi-fi dudes from rolling down, or simply tumbling out over the guardrail.

But his mind was already on that fleshlight scene, so he didn't react for a moment.

Then the bushy slap landed on his face.

Slap!

Security's body spun and tumbled through the air, adding up to over three and a half weeks, and smashed into the reveling crowd with a thud.

Whoever the guy was was a big red name, and conservatively had a day of innocent lives ahead of him, so naturally the shot at him was much heavier than the next two.

Besides, this guy was there when Max just jumped into the sea to escape.

If you let this happen, and you didn't check on Max's safety afterwards, you just took the boat and left, and it's also on his head.

Luke didn't think those high dudes would go and drive the boat themselves.

If they accidentally hit another yacht or washed ashore, someone could die.

In addition, the group of people on the yacht party body with three security habits, obviously the family is very concerned about their personal safety.

Even if the sons don't want to die, security also don't want to find death.

The face of "uninvited" security, a group of men and women stunned for a moment, many of them laughed.

Someone is still asking if he can't hold it in and we can share two hot girls to treat him.

For a moment, no one even noticed that the unfortunate man was already unconscious from a severe concussion.

Luke raised his hands and snapped them twice.

It was a cue for many occasions to signal public speaking and everyone to be quiet.

A small, not too exaggeratedly high half of the group of men and women subconsciously looked over.

Luke lowered his palms and walked slowly towards them, "Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but I'm going to need a little cooperation from you next, so please keep quiet."

The slightly more sober part of the group didn't know what was happening for a while, but they didn't open their mouths yet.

One of the guys in the hi-great part of the group turned his head and cursed, "Get out of here, match the fucking fit, Rau..."

Snap!

The slightly older, worse looking, head-balding mouth-breather turned 360 degrees in place and plopped down with both eyes straight.

Why not seven hundred and twenty degrees? Because his body wasn't as strong as those two security guards, and it was only a little red name.

If he pushed too hard, this sand sculptor middle-aged might only have enough head to turn twice, but his body would only turn once.

Quieting for a moment, a group of people let out a roaring wave of noise.

The girls screamed or were dazed, the guys had two incapacitated guys jumping on them and two just drinking in place.

SLAP! Snap!

The two guys jumping left and right enjoyed similar treatment from the back deck security, landing two big slaps to the left and right of their faces, one right and one left.

They slumped to the ground on either side of Luke and didn't move.

Luke wasted no time in reaching into his chest, scaring the girls into frantic screaming, but the two men kept their mouths shut and their faces unsightly: isn't the standard movie move of a killer pulling out a gun to silence a murderer!

Then they saw... a white handkerchief being slowly drawn out of the chest lapel and exposed to their eyes.

What the hell was this! The crowd was stunned.