Super Detective in the Fictional World

While most of the women on the beach are still of ordinary standard, there are many beautiful Brazilian women and beautiful women among tourists everywhere.

Beautiful weather, beach bikinis, they have an amazing view of their bodies.

Especially where you play beach volleyball, Luke doesn't even nod consciously after a long time.

The waitress who brought Luke something to eat smiled: “If you want, I can play with you after work. ”

Luke glanced at the Brazilian beauty who was 16 years old at the most, but had exploded more than many 20-year-old women, and laughed: “It's a shame, I have work to do later. ”

The beautiful woman shrugged her shoulders unexpectedly: "Good luck with that. ”

Luke nodded with a smile and took out a five-dollar knife and handed it to her: "But thank you very much for reminding me that I'm not going to miss everything here. They're wonderful. ”

The beautiful Brazilian woman, Guan 'er, smiled and smoked the note in his hand: "You really know how to fool girls. ”

Said she pulled it out in her pants pocket behind the denim shorts and pulled out a business card and stuffed it to him: "You're cute, so for the first time, I don't charge anything. ”

Luke stunned, saw the man leave, looked at the card in his hand, and laughed.

Together, he's a professional player.

No one bothered Luke after the little tune.

He shrunk in the corner of the small restaurant, took out his notebook and looked at the information.

The owner of the newsstand pointed out that there was no sign of a wild jungle bar, but he zoomed in on a nearby satellite map to observe traffic.

It's a big nest, and once someone escapes, he needs to chase.

Hopefully things won't get that much trouble. He thought so in his heart.

In the evening, after Luke had settled his dinner at the diner, he packed his back and went out to get on the bus.

After spending 40 minutes wandering around the bus, he arrived at the Wild Jungle Bar.

At seven o'clock, the bar has begun to be filled with entrances.

Luke figured it out, found a quiet corner, and added another look to his face.

At night in the bar wearing sunglasses, that's really nasty, either as a movie actor or a movie character.

Now, he adjusts his skin slightly brown, which solves the problem of how he can't tan.

With black glasses in his eyes, covering his ice-blue eyes, quick sprays of black hair, a half-length beard, and a slightly picked corner of his eye, Luke looked like another person.

A few minutes later, he walked into the bar empty-handed.

The layout is similar to that of most bars.

Slightly blurry lights, some of the colors dotted between them, and very quiet music, together with whispering customers, seem normal.

Luke sat directly in front of the bar and asked for a bottle of Guarana.

For this request, the bartender looks the same.

Alcohol allergies are not uncommon for foreign guests who come to the bar to play, but most of the guests who come to the bar are not drinking.

Luke drinks the juice and has used a sensitive sense of smell to detect the situation here.

Don't worry, the main object of the reconnaissance is the upper two floors of this expansive three-story building, which should be where the Christians gather.

There are a lot of people on the upper two floors, about 30, but there are not a lot of people on the third floor, especially in a generous office.

According to the tattooed middle-aged man, this is his home nest, where the host Pedro da Silva works during the day and usually returns to rest at night.

Luke didn't rush, he drank Guarana and ordered another cup of Brazilian berry juice.

It has to be said that Brazil's tropical fruit piles, excluding road goods, are the specialties of dozens or hundreds of species unknown.

It's a pity Nat didn't follow us, otherwise she wouldn't be able to drink fruit juice here.

Shortly thereafter, he sat on the right with a beautiful woman.

Luke actually noticed her before she walked over and looked rather strange with her back to her face.

But it was just a brief moment, and he was calm, and he thought, "What is this guy doing here? You're not robbing your head with yourself!

As he thought about it, he turned over and said hello with a smile: "Hi, can I buy you a drink? ”

This Latino beauty is about twenty-three or four years old, and her face is covered in black half long hair.

When she heard Luke's invitation, she glanced at him with a side glance and was not cold: “How old are you? Does your mother know you're drinking here? ”

Luke shrugged his shoulders and took the cup in his hand to indicate: "Juice. Actually, what I'd like to buy you is fruit juice. ”

The brunette stunned and glanced at the drink in his cup, her mouth twitching a little.

It's not uncommon to come to a bar without a drink.

But buying a woman a drink, buying juice is definitely rare.

And she looked back: "Keep your allowance and buy the girls at school a soda, I don't need it. ”

Luke didn't think, “Can we talk? ”

The brunette wanted to refuse, but looking at his tender face and his sincere eyes, she somehow felt soft: “What do you want to talk about? ”

Luke sang for a moment and said, "You said," If a man feels he can't keep up with you, and wants to go home to grow a field, how do you get rid of this man's mind? ”

The dark-haired beauty was stunned, but her eyes flashed through the colour of her thoughts, silent for a long time.

The question is simple, and the key word is actually two words, "go home," “leave," which can easily trigger the reaction of certain specific groups, such as the person around you.

She sighed for a moment, “I don't know. Perhaps... returning home with her is also a good option? ”

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? What if..."

The two of them are just like that, with no word of idleness.

Luke didn't ask a lot of questions, and he pulled on other things in a random way, and the topic quickly strayed from its original direction.

The brunette also pulled herself out of the initial question, but she also felt a little strange about Luke.

She always felt that the young man, who looked very young, seemed a little old in the autumn.

But there's a big difference between him and a boy in school dressed in melancholy, but she can't describe it accurately for a second.

Luckily, Luke and her conversation was completely gossip, and even if she didn't say anything for a few minutes, he was leisurely enough to measure it up on the side, without asking her to answer.

Two people are like strangers who are both chatting and casually spending their time.

It's eight o'clock, and the bar has become busy.

Hot beauties and men of all colours poured in and the atmosphere was completely different from when Luke first came in.

A Latino DJ with a dirty braid walked onto a small stage, wiggled a few pieces of equipment, and slowly lifted his hands: "Areyouready ~ ~” (Ready?