Super Detective in the Fictional World

From Sector 17 to the northeast, Sector 18 to Sector 19 along the way is quite insecure.

Ninety-three peripheral provinces, in the words of Elena, are hell, not France.

Luke thought about it, and District 18 could go today, and that part of 93 province, he did the next thing last night, not in a hurry to go.

And he has a better informant than the artist sister paper in front of him, Daniel.

The obviously ill-disciplined taxi driver, who is unclear about the situation in various parts of Paris, may not even disappear into the world in a matter of days.

Make up your mind, Luke, relax, talk to Elena in front of you.

It wasn't until noon that Luke said he was going to go up and take a break and pay the rent.

Elena followed Luke, saying it was a favor to call her dad.

As a result... nobody.

Irena said she was sorry, but Luke noticed that the sister's paper looked unexpected and understood that she was following her upstairs on purpose.

But he had to do a little preparatory work, and obviously he couldn't get any more bored with the sister. He had to smile and say he was going to rest for a while and shut the door.

With a sensitive sense of smell, he could clearly sense that Elena stood at the door for at least a minute, and that her sharp ears heard her very slight cheers.

Unfortunately, cheers are in French and he doesn't understand.

Luke just shook his head with a smile, sat on the bed, opened his backpack, took the modified notebook out of it and started looking up on it.

There's a map of Paris in advance, and there's all sorts of information.

He repeatedly searched for information such as his distance to District 18 and to 93 provinces, traffic, shops and buildings, and the population.

This is a big, world-class city, and he does it normally, but he can do the prep, and he does it a little bit.

Unfortunately, Luke certainly couldn't get it out before Tony Stark's technology had reached mature artificial intelligence.

Luke doubts that even if he learns all about Tony Stark's abilities, he probably won't be able to make a Jarvis presence.

Tony Stark now has no way of making Jarvis, and Jarvis appeared to be an accident.

So he doesn't have much hope for it.

It lasted over an hour and knocked outside.

Luke raised his head and saw the floating glass without the curtains closed, and Elena's face was full of laughter.

He couldn't help laughing: How could Elena, too, have a little child temper? What do you mean, knock on the door and run to the window and watch?

He stuffed the notebook in his bag and opened the door: "Elaine, what's up? ”

Elena: "My dad's back. He wants to see you. ”

Luke couldn't help but laugh: This is like a son-in-law, just renting a house yourself.

And then he crossed Elena, who was only a meter and six in front, and looked at the old man, who was about 50, a few meters away: "Is this your father? What do I call him? ”

Elena: “Well, just call him Pierre. ”

Luke nodded and went out to reach out to the old man: "Pierre, nice to meet you. ”

Pierre didn't respond immediately, but looked him up and down, and finally nodded: "Well, good boy.” Then gave him a hug.

Luke: Are we that familiar? Or is the French so enthusiastic?

Pierre's English was obviously average, and he spoke a few words quickly afterwards, or was translated by Elena, who was probably welcome to stay temporarily, but reminded him to come back early at night, preferably before 6: 00.

Luke nodded with a smile: "I'll pay attention. If you don't come back, I'll let you know before I go out. ”

Elena wondered, "Don't come back? ”

Luke laughed, "I'm here with my teacher, and sometimes I need to follow her. ”

Elena was curious, but it wasn't easy to ask. Everyone wasn't familiar enough, so she nodded to understand.

In fact, Luke is leaving soon.

Give the rent to the old Mr. Pierre, Luke goes out with the bag on his back, disappoints Elena on the other side, and she wants to talk to the boy for a while in the afternoon.

Luke smiled and said goodbye to the two of them, then turned to the street.

Take the bus, walk a few stops, randomly buy a cheap and practical Nokia board brick at the store of the three major French base operators, Clothes Garment, while buying several prepaid cell phone cards, then go out and make a phone call.

More than twenty minutes later, Daniel appeared, still like a little fool's hangman, but the smile on his face was so bright: “Big millionaire, I'm so glad to see you again. ”

Luke Gual, get in the car: "Yes, because you won the bet.” He threw a thousand euros over it.

Daniel grinned and carried it into his arms: "Where are we going to play today? A millionaire. ”

Luke: "Take me to the 18th arrondissement. Don't be too quick. Just talk to me. ”

Daniel tangled: "But I'm a driver, and the tour guide is unprofessional. ”

Luke immediately threw another thousand euros: “The fare is 500, the consultancy fee is 500, and the fare is extra. ”

Daniel: “… I suddenly found myself familiar with Paris. What do you want to know, Millionaire? ”

Luke: "Zone 18, Red Light Zone, and those dangerous gangs. ”

Daniel looked at him in the mirror and said, "Hoho, do you want to go play? I can recommend you a safe one. Yeah, but remember to put on security. I said safety is just life and property, not including physical health. Remember the last time a guy missed this advice, he had to go to a doctor...”

Luke interrupted the chattering taxi driver: "No, I want the whole thing to the details, where I'm free to go. Daniel, for more consultancy fees, be professional! ”

Daniel shrugged: "Okay, what do you want to hear? ”

Within more than two hours, Daniel drove at a more normal speed around a few parts of the 18th arrondissement and put him somewhere else.

Luke threw another thousand euros at Daniel at random: "There's a lot of consultancy fees. Don't lose the chain when I need your car. ”

Daniel grinned and kissed the note as a gesture: "For your generosity, I'd be happy to help. ”

In just two hours, he got 3,000 euros.

Unlike regular taxi drivers, this taxi is black.

That's right, this guy's driver's license is forged, not to mention no driver's license. His name is already on the Vehicle Administration's blacklist, and he won't be issued with any license.

But he was very skilled, flexible, he could change plates, the police couldn't find him, and his people and car didn't exist in the Paris police database.