Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's acute eye notices that everyone's attention is focused on the four high-profile figures in the center of the dance floor.

Even when they were talking to each other, their eyes did not leave them.

It wasn't until Luke showed up that it caught some attention.

Luke doesn't care about these people, and he moves steadily forward to a table next to the dance floor: "Alexander, it's time to reckon. ”

Alexander, sitting on the edge of this half-circle sofa, had a strange face: "You... who? ”

Luke laughed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Do you really think I rarely have your tailor-made clothes? Die, motherfucker! ”

He pulled his left hand between his legs and lifted it with a single shot.

Pfft!

Alexander had no reaction, and a bullet hole appeared in the middle of his head, lying on his back on the couch.

Almost as Luke drew his gun, a figure came out of Alexander's side.

Boom!

In the dull noise, Luke kicked the figure back on the couch, covering his face suddenly flattened, screaming painfully.

It was suddenly a little quiet around.

Except for the still deafening sound of the dance, all the voices paused for a moment.

And then a lot of people screamed.

“He killed Alexander! ”

“Alexander is dead! ”

“Kill him! ”

These are the cries of the Watchmen.

“Ah ~ ~ ~" That was the scream of the model.

Vanessa's three best friends were silent, just slowly retreating away from this side.

English-style Afro-descendant cavity sounds again: “I'm only in trouble with Alexander. Don't mess with me, 'cause I have a bad temper and I kill people when I get angry. ”

In the audience, a voice suddenly startled to say, "Are you a... day walker?! ”

As soon as it came out, the surrounding crowd suddenly pulled back together.

A lot of people are angry with each other, but the fear component is more like encountering a natural enemy.

Luke looked around and was stunned: Damn, what daywalker? I'm just going to whisper a few words. Go on, hide!

Good thing these people didn't mean to let him go.

After retreating some distance, the surrounding people gradually gathered around him and slowly walked around him, like a pack of wolves looking for an opportunity to attack.

Lukerton was relieved: I finally didn't put myself up there! Looks like it's better to do something.

At the temptation, his right hand pulled backwards, the long knife behind him sheathed out, the silver bright knife flashed under the dance floor light, frightening the surrounding people for another disturbance.

Looking at these people surrounding themselves, Luke became more and more strange: Why do they seem scared away? This isn't right!

But the knife in his hand did not hesitate, and the silver flashed, splitting into a man a few meters away.

At the same time as the knife was cut out, his figure followed the rapid forward protrusion and instantly came to the man.

Pfft!

The man just lifted his hand in horror, and the silver light flashed from his neck, and one head flew away, spraying a blood column from his neck.

But Luke's figure was long gone, and the knife slit backwards.

Pfft!

A woman who leaned forward slightly, her claws wide, and made an offensive gesture paused, then her head fell off as well.

Several people shouted around the dance floor.

“Him! That's him! ”

“He's a daywalker! ”

“He's a blade! ”

At that point, the bar door slammed and the two doors were kicked in.

A dark man walked in, swept around the field, grinning at the only white spot: “Who's calling me? ”

A bunch of people on the dance floor were stunned.

Even Luke, who had just killed two people, stopped and watched with interest the people at the door.

Quiet again in the air for a moment.

A bunch of people's heads are almost exactly the same —— look at the door, look at Luke on the dance floor.

There was a very diligent person who even looked back and forth two or three times in a second.

Luke and his comrades are also in sight.

On the dance floor, two men and women whose heads he had just beheaded blew up a spark and disappeared.

Luke crooked his head and gauged, “Daywalker? Or a blade? ”

People: “Both. Who the hell are you? ”

Luke shrugged for a moment and said, "An enthusiastic crowd against racial discrimination? ”

Someone: …

Four models: …

Bar crowd: …

“Kill them, they're a team.” Finally, there's a voice in the bar.

LUKE SIDE: You don't seem to spill!

Although he and the newcomer both had guns and had a knife, clothes one black and one grey black, it was obviously two styles, okay?

At least he's not an Afro-Erite!

But the people in the bar didn't think that much, and people gave orders, and everybody moved.

A lot of people pointed guns at two people.

Luke and his comrades raised their guns almost simultaneously.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Several bandits who raised their guns were immediately killed.

These are normal humans, but it's not a good man to protect vampires here.

Luke's targets were almost all one bullet in the head, and most of the people who came were swept to death by random guns.

Solve the gunmen, who appear to have a rhythm of heart, bounded by the center line of the dance floor, killing them left and right.

The movements of the two men were very similar, with the guns plugged back in and the long knife raised.

In the strong music of the dance floor, two people stepped on the rhythm, with a knife in their hand flying and chopping it on a man who had come.

Most of those who rushed forward were killed and dissipated as spark ash, leaving a small part of the body behind.

Less than a minute later, the two stood opposite each other again.

This time, they divided around the dance floor, where only more than twenty bodies of human bandits were left.

Someone pinched a man's neck in his hand and looked at Luke's long knife: "Your weapon can't. ”

Saying, he stuck a knife in the back of the person he pinched, and the long knife passed through.

The man screamed and blew into a spark.

“Silver weapons, or concentrated garlic and ultraviolet light, are needed to kill them effectively.” Someone retrieved the empty left hand, and the right hand knife danced a knife flower, inserting the knife back into the sheath behind it.

Luke picks the eyebrows: “Thanks for the heads-up. I'll keep an eye out next time. ”

Someone grinned: "Next time? ”

Luke also danced a knife and a long knife went back to the sheath, almost as good as anyone else: “They pissed me off. ”

Someone silently said, “Don't let them bite you, or I'll kill you together. ”

He waved and turned around and left.

The black trench coat danced with his movements, revealing the dark red lining inside, like blood.

Luke watched him leave helplessly: Hey, you're pretending too much! Why do I have to wash the floor every time?