Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke and the young staff arrived at the garage and the young staff indicated: "Your car is here. ”

Luke pointed to the driver's seat: "Drive, take me out. ”

Young employee: "Ah? ”

A moment later, an extended version of Lincoln drove out of the garage.

Throw the knife on the copilot, and he said, "Okay, park the car in the underground parking lot in front of you. ”

He won't use the car, but he just spent a little money on the manager just to save time.

When he arrived in the underground parking lot, he drove away the young employee who had taken the last roll of the car and left the car keys directly in Lincoln's locker.

Anyway, the young employee said that the car rental agency had a location system, and when the time came, they would naturally find it, so he didn't have to bother to return the car.

Up next to second-hand Boronez, Luke headed southeast.

Looking at the notebook, Miss Beth, the route that their Mercedes-Benz was going through, his mouth curled up: "Determination is discretionary, miss. ”

He was in a relatively relaxed mood along the way.

There is no absolute objective in this operation, and whether something happened to Miss Beth is in the right place.

Open windows with summery vibes and pretty Polish views in July.

The roadside is filled with green, occasional buildings with orange red roofs and white beige walls, or cute square or round shapes that make them look like little castles in fairy tale books, full of fantasy.

Luke can only sigh and not stop.

In fact, Warsaw has no worse cultural scenery than Paris, and many painters like to come to the capital of art.

If you have time, you can come back here and play for two days. He's got this in his mind.

At night, Luke dumped second-hand Boronez in Poland, quietly crossing the border and entering Slovakia.

He picked up a used Vespa scooter from storage, bought with Boronez, and he entered over 100 kilometres of Slovakia all the way.

A sign has finally appeared not far away - "Welcome to the natural hot springs, the scenery of the town of Nolia! ”

He turned around and drove into the highway.

A couple of decades ago, we were in a small town, like many European towns, ancient and small, full of literary and artistic flavors.

Luke rode his motorcycle through the streets, analyzed the various odor lines in the air, and slowly crossed the town.

On the eastern edge of town, he put out his pedal.

Looking at a dark forest, those tall trees or straight or songs, the shadows of the night are enough to be as frightening as demons.

Luke didn't stop and stepped straight into the woods.

Dozens of meters out, a small pile of bonfires burning in a pit, occasional beeping noises, a small shed stacked with various kinds of iron wooden slabs by the fire, about twenty or thirty.

Luke kept walking into the pit.

The squeaky noise came in, and the little shack drilled out a child.

They have men and women, big and small, about seven or eight of them, but the biggest ones are as young as they were in their early teens, and the smallest ones seem to be five or six years old.

The children watched Luke silently and no one spoke.

Luke finally said, "I want to ask you something, three American girls, in their early twenties, who showed up here yesterday and today. ”

There continues to be silence around.

Luke touched it in his pocket and put an extra roll of green oil in his hand and threw it directly at a boy around the age of 10: “Reward. ”

The boy reacted quickly, grabbing the knife, pulling the belt off and pulling it with his hands quickly.

And he just looked up: "That's not enough money. ”

Luke smiled softly and threw another roll of the knife over.

The boy caught it and looked again and nodded: "OK, we met these three women who came here yesterday to soak in the hot springs and headed east in the afternoon. ”

Luke picked out his eyebrows, pulled another roll of beautiful knife out of his pocket, and gently threw it in his hand: “It's your height, your looks, your outfit, as long as you're right. ”

The boy's eyeballs turned and nodded: "No problem. A dark square face, a blonde pointed face, and a... a little old, a lot of wrinkles on the forehead, why...”

Luke suddenly leaned back and put the money in his pocket, reaching out and grabbing the back neck of the two big boys behind him.

The iron stick in the hands of the two older boys fell to the ground and waved his limbs in the air in horror.

Luke grinned softly: "Well, I like people who don't follow the rules the most. ”

Throw away the two older children at will, he pulled them under his armpit, and a P226 appeared in his hand, pointing them at the child who was collecting the money: "Now, tell me where the three girls are, or you'll be the first to die. ”

Speaking of which, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "There are a lot of people. One doesn't say, the next one, I think there's always someone here who wants to live. ”

He lifted his left hand's three fingers: “I'll count to three. If you don't answer me, I'll ask someone else! ”

“I."

“I said.” The boy with the gun pointed at him immediately screamed.

“Nice. You'll get all the answers.” Luke nodded satisfied, picked him up and walked more than ten meters away.

However, the gunpoint of the P226 in his hand had been facing this side of the campfire.

More than ten minutes later, Luke's questioning ended.

He reached out and pulled out two rolls of the knife he'd given before from the child's head pocket, and the roll of the knife he'd put back in his pocket.

Shake these three rolls in front of the kid's head, and Luke threw one of them back at the kid's head.

“Look, I'm a very creditworthy person.” The gun in his hand pointed to the child's head: “I gave it to him as a reward. ”

Despite the life-threatening situation, the child's gaze could not help but look at the remaining two rolls of knife.

Luke sighed: “This is punishment. Did it hurt that you made the $1,200 knife business? ”

He looked at the anguish in the child's head and was satisfied.

Regret, too, is a punishment, and that tastes new and unforgettable.

He knocked on the kid's head with the gun: “Maybe next time, the 400 dollar knife is all yours, you won't need it. ”

After that, he turned and walked out of the woods.

A group of children watched his back disappear, and they all looked at the money in the child's hand. There was a sense of heartache: that was three volumes! It's a roll now. It's a beautiful knife!

The head of the child noticed the eyes of his companions and yelled angrily, "Weren't we all doing this before? And he asked about the group. Why didn't you just tell him? ”

All the children trembled and lowered their heads silently.

After the child's head said this, his heart was also stirred.