Super Detective in the Fictional World

(Thanks to WillyHung, the head of the book, for his support)

(Thank you to the master of one sin, Rustproof, for your support of this book)

Luke can't be blamed for his lack of determination, but the design of this red dress is just stunning.

The opening at the back is wide open, but the back line is very soft.

The front opening is like a fish mouth and the rounded curves are half-hidden.

It's also a great way to get the most out of your time.

While commenting on the dress from an artistic point of view, Luke didn't forget the classic line: "May I introduce you? Madam, you look a bit familiar to me."

The woman in the red dress looked a little startled, not because she was shocked by the cheekiness, but because she didn't expect to hear such an "old" provocative phrase from the white guy in front of her.

Without waiting for an answer, Luke continued, "I'm Bruce Bell Wayne," he said.

The woman in the red dress looked oddly pale, thinking she might have met a psychopath: "So, you're saying you're the chairman of the Wayne Group?"

Luke laughed, reached into his chest again and felt a ...... bat dart, "Oh Fuggsquat haunt! You may address me as - Knight."

The woman in the red dress was almost certain that she had indeed met the psychopath, except that this impersonator was not the tycoon, but the superhero.

But then her eyes glazed over as Luke across the room had thrown the Bat Dart.

The bat dart on the matte surface spun into a blurred shadow as it spun rapidly, swept silently across half the restaurant, and flew back into his hand.

The entire process took less than two seconds.

Crack!

Luke placed the bat dart gently on the table, pressed it against two fingers and pushed it in front of her, "Here's a little souvenir, hopefully we'll be a little nicer to each other the next time we see each other."

With that, he got up and left, shoving a one hundred dollar bill into the chest of the waitress next to him as he passed his own table, "Table six pays the bill, the rest is your tip."

The waitress was shocked, whirled by this big spender of big handsome than mesmerized, in addition to nodding a time actually forgot to clear the table.

The woman in the red dress: ...... this technique, a look is LSP.

But she quickly withdrew her eyes and landed on the bat dart in front of her.

When she brought it in front of her, she could smell the smell of several kinds of food in her nose.

At this moment, several tables of customers in the cafe are wondering about the "accident": "Waiter, I want a sandwich cut on the wrong side, why is there an extra knife in the middle?

"Darling, can't you be careful with your cake? Spilled coffee all over my shirt."

"Waiter, why is my egg even yellow?"

They are unaware that the "murder weapon" that caused these accidents is in the hands of the woman in the red dress.

The woman was playing with the bat dart, spinning it around like a small fish, and muttered, "This is not like an ordinary counterfeit weapon.

That being said, she sensed something was amiss.

While it was true that Batman was sometimes referred to as the Dark Knight, it was more of an "adjective" than the nickname Luke had been given.

The difference between the two was similar to the difference between a green pepper and a tiger skin.

So this guy isn't a clumsy impersonator, but a ...... new superhero? Or someone who wants to be a superhero?

The woman in the red dress's heroic sword eyebrows were all knitted up: most annoying of these psychotic heroes, they don't talk honestly at all.

Walking out of the café Luke turned his head, smiling inexplicably: interesting! I've just met a goddess of war who resembles Tiana 60-70%, is it because of the time rift?

Why would he "provoke" this woman in the red dress named "Diana" and even dare to "reveal" his own family to her? Of course because she is dark green goodness in the system panel.

A good person of this color, a little bit of disrespect can not hit someone, of course, is forgiven him.

And this kind of strong woman won't remember the uncharacteristic cats and dogs, so it is important to distinguish the "first time" from the others.

With this one, the next time the atmosphere will be much better.

......

In the blink of an eye, it's already Luke's third month in the DC world.

Watching a group of guests chattering on his phone bickering there, eventually even devolving into table flipping + full-on martial arts, he closed the video to skimp: "In a different world, the American people are still playing this boring old game ah, no technical skills at all."

Looking up again, he saw a group of American sand sculptors old and middle-aged teenagers a few hundred meters away, holding a variety of placards, chanting slogans and demonstrating in the square in front of the halls of Congress: "Down with the Dark Knight."

"We don't want abusive vigilante lynchings."

"We want freedom, we want peace, not "black" vigilantes."

"The authorities are incompetent and let the black forces loose."

Luke took a sip of coffee from the stone ledge at hand and cocked his head in passing, a mocking grin on his handsome face.

The middle-aged white woman in professional attire in her early forties leading the line of people passing by had a jump in her heart and couldn't help but slow down, her gaze glancing askance at him.

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Standing still for a few seconds, she resolutely turned and sauntered to Luke, "Hello, excuse me."

Putting down his coffee cup, Luke, who was holding a cake miamiamia, raised his eyes, "What's up?"

God, this man is so damn attractive! The middle-aged woman swore that she seemed to see a big, lazy cat at this moment.

Cold with lethargy, casual with pride, it was obvious that she could eat with her face, but she had to kill with her temperament.

Hmm ...... Well, this was just a fragment of the middle-aged woman's unconscious thought, what she was really considering was another thing: "Excuse me, would you be interested in a new job?"

Luke raised an eyebrow and shook his head no, "I'm sorry, Councilman Finch, but I'm not interested in an official job."

The middle-aged woman whose identity was called out froze, "You know me?"

Luke visually glanced down at the group of sand sculptures a hundred meters away, "Aren't they making a scene here today in solidarity with your proposal?"

Councilman Finch was thoughtful, "You don't seem to approve of them?"

"An intelligent man is either stupid or bad if he approves of a bunch of seduced fools." Luke gazed at her calmly, "What do you think?"

Councilman Finch frowned.

A follower behind her duly stepped forward and spoke in a small but loud enough voice for both Councilman Finch and Luke to hear, "Councilman, there are only ten minutes until you have your time to speak."

Councilman Finch, who had been ruthlessly rejected and even implicitly mocked, had a step up and decidedly gave up on recruiting Luke.

She just saw that he had an outstanding face and temperament, perfect for PR targeting the female population.

After all, even a knowledgeable councillor like her could be attracted to him at a glance, and ordinary women listening to this man speak were guaranteed not to argue - why bother listening to him when you can lick the screen? Agree and be done with it.