Super Detective in the Fictional World

Four long legs were out of his sight.

Instead of rushing in, Luke took a deep breath and determined where the four men were.

They are all resting in a small private loft in the corner.

From the window of the attic, you can still see the movement below, although visibility is obviously limited.

Luke flipped in cleverly, not slowly approaching the car in the shadow of the warehouse.

The car is just under the attic, a little movement, and the four big legs upstairs will hear it.

Luckily, they didn't use much high-tech, and of course Luke wasn't afraid.

Parked under the attic, Luke breathed again slowly to reposition several long legs upstairs.

Two watching TV, one playing with a cell phone, and one... well, in the shower, the scent of shower gel and shampoo didn't have to be deliberately hard on him to drill into his nose.

Luke smiled and approached the car.

Moving the dark plastic cloth slightly, Luke frowned: this thing made a sound as soon as it moved, no wonder they didn't have any security devices.

Luke lay low and gauge the environment carefully.

It was found that the plastic cloth on the car was not tight and pulled back from the front, leaving the plastic cloth in the back 10 cm from the ground.

Luke lay down, gently crashing a small sheet into the exhaust pipe and pressing it against the exhaust wall with his hands.

When he finished, he took out a microlight and a small mirror and looked into the exhaust pipe.

The color of the flakes and the exhaust pipe itself is essentially the same, as long as it is not carefully measured, it should not be noticed.

Luke nodded with satisfaction and retracted the torch and the small mirror.

And then he pulled out a wire, put it under the back door, and he got up quietly and was ready to leave.

All of a sudden, he heard a noise from the bathroom door in the attic next to him, and a woman murmured.

Luke: What?

He's in the back of the car right now, and nobody's fully up yet.

The window in the attic was already ringing and he smelled it and knew there was a long leg probe coming out to see it.

Luckily, before she pushed the window, Luke got up quickly and hid in the void under the attic, without a deep look.

But the next moment, the attic door opened and the stairs rang, and the three legs came down.

Luke is speechless.

Shit, it's a dead end.

If he goes out, he can definitely be seen in his long leg, which protrudes upstairs.

If he doesn't go out, these three long legs will definitely come to see the car, which carries eight million dollar knives.

As the three long legs came down, the light came on.

They toured around the car, paying particular attention to the problem of getting out of the car, and found that the plastic cloth was still the same as before, and that the lights were sweeping around for a few laps without any anomalies.

The long, frowned leg of the head was undried and undressed.

She was a little overwhelmed by the temperatures at night in New York in November.

After a chill, she took the torch and circled it, making sure it was okay: "It's okay, I'm probably too nervous. ”

No one else complains. There's a lot of money in this car. There's nothing wrong with being alert.

Three long legs slammed upstairs again, closing the door.

The TV was turned up again, and so was the conversation.

Luke: —_—!!

It was only then that he retracted his supporting hands and feet from the bottom of the attic and landed silently on the ground.

Beneath this attic there is a small block of wooden steel shelter, mainly to provide the attic with fixed areas for various line pipes.

Luke was just in the outermost corner, using his hands and feet to support himself on the steel frame.

That's more than 30 centimetres wide, and not everyone can hide in it, and that requires a lot of strength and balance in the body.

And that's a habitual blind zone of vision.

Just now, Luke was actually right over her head when that long leg ended up looking under the attic.

Though the light was dim, his vision was extremely sharp.

The closest distance between the two bodies, less than 30 centimeters, was almost entirely beneath his eyelids.

And this big leg of the bath, Luke's most memorable electric eye.

She barely covered her back with a large bath towel.

But the back of the waist goes down, and the front begins with the chest, clearly falling into the eyes of someone who is high and low.

What can Luke say? Of course he held his breath and silently filled his eyes with bliss.

The deviation from this action is still the most positive, spinning back and forth for a few laps, without any restraint of the perfect body, just so excitedly shaking, wet hair still dripping water, scratching from body to body.

Luke can't do it anymore.

This... is a bit like shower gel or something!

After jumping, Luke calmed down and barely removed the exciting image from his brain, then slowly circled around and slipped out of this corner from the side.

Luke looked back at the people in the attic after he jumped out the air window, hey, smiling, biking away.

Return to the apartment and find movement in the curtain door on the ground floor.

Luke went up and knocked, “Hey, is that Bell? ”

Bell's voice came in: "Ah, Luke, you're back. Come on in. ”

Then the curtain door closed, and Luke bowed in and looked at the taxi that had taken out a bunch of parts, and he had to say, “What's wrong with your baby? Was it an artillery attack? ”

Bell was full of depression: "No, it was hit by a tsunami. ”

She sighed when she saw Luke's face full of disbelief: "When it's in the water, a lot of things have to be changed, I don't know if I can catch up with you. ”

Luke gauged it carefully for a moment and nodded: “The workload is a bit heavy. Well, I can help you for an hour, and I'll come back tomorrow when I have time to help you get your baby back on track tomorrow night. ”

Bell looked at him skeptically: "Can you fix a car? ”

Luke shrugged: “A little bit. Besides, aren't you there? Just think of it as my hand. ”

Bell, think about it. Start directing him right away.

Luke is now capable of Tony Stark, and machining is one of them.

Though Tonystack's specialty is not automotive, it's only a hobby, so he doesn't offer many opinions, just follow Bell's lead.

Help for an hour, it's two o'clock at night.

Luke claps his hands: "Belle, you can go rest now. ”

Bell didn't even lift his head and put a bolt on it: “I'll get it for a little while, I can't sleep anyway. ”

Luke shook his head: "This car can't be fixed at once. You haven't slept in days, okay? Get some sleep and get up in the morning. ”

After that, he went upstairs to rest himself.