Super Detective in the Fictional World

When he reached level five, he got a super practical learning module, and today, when he reached level 10, he got a second expansion module, the Storage module.

Driving the car, Luke did not hesitate to turn it on.

Then... 1000 points is required for the Storage module to open, is it on?

Luke: On!

Can you not open it? This is carry-on space! Essential tools for systematic home travel, homicide arson, mutilation, and XX looting.

Simply in terms of convenience, this is better than a super learning module.

Of course, just convenience, importance is not comparable to super-learning modules.

When the storage module was turned on, Luke immediately felt a place connected to his spirit.

He didn't know exactly where it was, but the spirit felt there.

He thought about it, holding the Glock 17 at the waist, and he thought about it.

… well, the gun is still there.

Luke was a little embarrassed, but luckily he was alone.

He hurriedly pulled the car over to the side of the road, closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, he sighed softly: “Get in there. ”

The glock in his hand was like a stunt, suddenly blinking for a moment and finally disappearing into the air.

Luke opened his eyes and was glad to be satisfied: "This storage module needs to be guided by mental force, but after more practice, it shouldn't swallow so slowly. Well, the system, you explain to me, 1000 points gives me 0.001 cubic meters of storage space, isn't that too dark? ”

He doesn't curse the system anymore.

Although it is touching, it is irresistible that it is useful and definitely not fictitious as long as a little function appears.

He's a thankful man, of course he can't call it that anymore.

The system is silent.

Luke knew that there was no explanation for that, which meant that 1000 points could only drive 0.001 cubic metres of storage.

How big is this space? The simplest explanation is that a square is 10 centimeters long and 0.1 centimeters wide and tall.

Of course, this storage space is judged by the approximate shape of the item, not by the true square, so Luke can put in Glock, which is nearly 19 centimeters long.

Luke shook his head helplessly and drove on.

He has no complaints about the system. Anyway, he harasses it if it's all right, and he always tries to find more useful information.

Driving, harassing the system, suddenly the system reacts.

Luke's hands trembled and almost didn't drive up the road.

System: 10,000 points are required to upgrade the storage module functionality. Do you want to upgrade?

He looked at the points, and now they're all over 20,000 points, no need for nothing.

In an instant, he felt that the space connected in his mind had suddenly expanded… a thousand times.

One cubic meter!

Luke stumbled and muttered a moment later: "Sure enough, your father will always be your father! ”

Ten times the amount of points, the open storage space is actually ten times the length of the edge, not ten times the volume!

He has only one feeling: OK! Cheap!

Yes, it's cheap!

10,000 points, though significant, is really nothing compared to a cubic carry-on space.

This storage space holds a ton of water, and the human specific gravity is slightly lower than that of the water, but it's basically close, which means that as long as he's not a big fat guy or a super strong guy, he can fill more than a dozen at a time... cough, don't think.

Even the previous 0.001 cubic metres of storage were extremely useful for Luke.

That's at least one glock and a few magazines, or less, and an iron pineapple.

It's definitely a life-saving card and a killer for him now.

The gun, which he was going to dismantle and throw away when he got out of the car, could be kept for now, but there was nothing in the storage space.

Shortly afterwards, he drove his car to the 18th arrondissement, parked randomly in an alley, left the door wide open, and he quickly walked away.

If one of the lucky ones finds the car, he can see it. He didn't even pull out the keys.

If the car is thrown into the 18th arrondissement like this, it will surely disappear by tomorrow morning, and the tail will be cleaned up as well. (Operation Luke, always gloves and gloves all the way and only new, so there's no hair fingerprints left over)

Luke, this is Daniel. Take a ride back to the XVI Express Hotel and go back to your room to wash up and sleep.

The next morning, Luke leisurely went out.

Today, he needs to relax, walk outside, sneak up to a few tens of minutes later, find a nice little park, sit in a bench, and look around at the crowd.

Looking at those who were full of sunshine and warmth, Luke's mood grew easier.

A moment later, a dark-red-haired sister paper finally came over and said, "Excuse me, do you need help? ”

Luke looked at her with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth: "Oh, thank you, but I'm just enjoying this beautiful morning, enjoying this wonderful city. ”

This little piece of paper is a little silly.

She opened a painting stand more than 10 meters away, and there was a small iron box in front of the frame, which dropped a few bills in zero, all in Euro-American pounds, but it was basically five or ten denominations, obviously normal business.

As an artist who writes, her larger purpose is to observe the crowd and gain inspiration, not to make money.

Therefore, she enjoys watching interesting people.

For example... the teenager in front of you.

At first, she didn't notice him, he wasn't the most visible category in the crowd.

He was not overdressed, just clean and refreshing, brown hair, handsome flat hair, the five officials at first glance were just medium, definitely not a bright handsome guy.

But when she put her attention on him, she realized that the more she looked at that face, the easier she looked.

It was barely a seven-point appearance, and after a long time, I thought it was very good.

His appearance was also slightly tender, with his eyes spinning, but cold and indifferent, as if he was not interested in the outside world.

Until a moment, when Luke's face suddenly had a smile that looked like nothing, the young girl felt her heart struck.

It's hard for her to describe that feeling.

Looks like the boy went from being a regular stone sculpture to being a superhero in the movie with a full sound and light on, electrically powering her up.

She felt that this seemingly ordinary boy had a paradoxical trait.

So she came to talk to me.

I heard Luke's answer, matched by his smiling face, and the girl blushed slightly.

As an artist, and an artist in the romantic capital of Paris, she sees a lot more handsome and beautiful women, and she can be touched a lot.

But like this boy in front of me, one didn't.

“Can I have your number, please?” She couldn't help but ask.

Luke was stunned and smiled: "Sorry, I'm a tourist from the United States and I don't have a phone number here. So..."