Super Detective in the Fictional World

These nests are “entertainment grounds” where vampires don't live, and many are opened only before delivery.

The real vampire, Axela, knows only one thing —— L'Aquilli.

Lukerton's balls hurt: it's over! I blame myself for my hands too fast!

It's been confirmed several times, and the answer hasn't changed.

The only vampire Axela knew was Raquel, who had just been killed by him.

Axela, a woman with both the appearance and the ability to learn, has done so many acts of extinction, all she wants is to be “young forever”.

Or “first embrace” from a real vampire.

Vampires use this technique to gather a great deal of power in the dark.

Not everyone can watch over life and death, especially some rich and powerful people.

By the end of the day, they will still succumb to the desire to survive and become vampire slaves.

And what they have, naturally, becomes a vampire thing.

But vampires who dare not highlight will only eat the benefits of not seeing light, and will never dare to come forward and occupy important industries.

They have done this several times, but the result is that several agencies and forces came to the door and beat the crap out of them, throwing up even the industries they got.

Vampire slaves, who have been converted by talented figures, have also been cleaned up.

They can only hide honestly in the dark.

It is not too difficult for these forces and institutions to extinguish vampires.

But it's all about the good.

No one wants to bear the cost and possible devastating consequences of annihilating vampires, so they all close their eyes to their existence, with little friction, but without a full-scale war.

Of course, it had nothing to do with Luke.

He does not need that kind of "immortality”, nor is he a member of any power or institution, and his immediate department is the LAPD, which does not deal with security issues in Europe.

……

At 5 a.m., Luke walked out of the villa and released a light helicopter from the factory.

A few minutes later, the helicopter rose and flew east at the darkest hour before dawn.

As he approached the border, Luke strayed the helicopter and his body had jumped out of the open door.

An unmanned helicopter slanted out an arc and ended up in a deep valley river.

The hopper Luke was again equipped with a triangular wing, passing at high speeds from the air and entering Polish territory.

When Chaoyang slowly rose, Luke rode back on another scooter.

Something that needed to be destroyed on this mission, part of it crashed into deep valley water with that helicopter, like a used motorcycle.

Consumables find the right time to centrally destroy and even clean the used white wolf armor.

Luke himself has a sensitive sense of smell, and he's never so-so about these traceable details.

Now he's a new tourist to Poland, and he's on his way to the next stop.

On a small pedal, he wandered to Chopin Airport and bought tickets to board and take off.

Looking down at Warsaw, Luke sighed: "I don't have time to play here. It's a shame. ”

More than an hour later, Luke came out of Ollie Airport in Paris, switched a black face again, and the light car bought a semi-new, old-fashioned Volkswagen Golf in cash, heading west.

Hours later, Volkswagen Golf crossed the submarine tunnel into London.

Early in the morning London was covered in fine, dense rain, and Luke looked at the ancient city in the rain and felt like it was a beautiful day to do things.

Driving to 174 Bleecker Street, he weighed down this ancient five-story small building and walked into the bottom floor shop.

Similar to the ancient buildings of the small building, the decor of the shop is rustic and elegant, but cleaner and bright lights keep people warm and comfortable.

A woman came forward with a faint smile: "Welcome. ”

Then she stood not far from home, no closer, much less greeted.

Luke waved his hand, and the waitress walked over not so slowly: "What can I do for you, sir? ”

Luke smiled, “I want to buy two suits and some matching leather shoes and stuff. ”

The female clerk's smile was immediately sincere: “May I introduce them to you, sir? ”

Luke nodded and the two of them walked around the store and chatted.

Twenty minutes later, Luke walked out of the store with a paper bag.

This is a small shop of handmade suits, not in stock and it takes a week to customize.

Luke regretted that he was anxious to use it and eventually bought a pair of off-the-shelf calf leather shoes to leave.

Standing in front of the store, he measured around, seemed to be thinking about where to go, but his mind was counting: this is not a vampire's nest, nor does it smell like vampires walking, so it seems to be the only way to go to that costume conference.

He looked down and saw a small building not far from the oblique, and there was a pattern of two horizontal arcs in a hemisphere on the roof, sort of like a circle with a substandard "well”.

He doesn't care either.

There are too many strange sculptures in this ancient city.

Like this handmade suit shop behind you, in the hidden corner of the roof, there's a line pattern that looks like a hourglass, just a straight line up and down.

There's a lot of old things hidden in this city.

Luke mumbled in his heart, retreated his gaze, and drove his own golf to the Paddington Hilton Hotel.

The main body of the hotel is a Victorian-style building, centuries-old and well maintained, giving it a reasonably good look and a classic vibe.

Before entering the hotel, Luke handed a paper bag with leather shoes to the co-pilot to a homeless man on the street.

The homeless man opened the “gift" with surprise and found it to be a truly beautiful pair of leather shoes, and suddenly had the idea that "you might as well discount the dog".

Luke doesn't care about this. He wears customized leather shoes, and he's afraid to leave clues, which is worthless.

He wouldn't have bought a pair first if he hadn't spoken to a female clerk.

Driving into the hotel parking lot, he interrogated the reception desk and found a ballroom.

There's a fashion conference going on here, and it belongs to Alexander McCartley, a little famous fashion designer.

Looking at a security guard standing in front of the ballroom, Luke scratched his head a little.

He didn't have an invitation.

Such mini-presentations will be invited in advance and will not be overcrowded.

He can't go up there and knock security out. He's in charge, not a bad guy.

With his eyes spinning, Luke suddenly reached out and stopped two walking kids: "Kids, do you feel like peeing now? Ask the uncle where the toilet is. ”