Super Detective in the Fictional World

Elena knew long ago that this guy was indifferent to art, and she didn't think she'd like someone who didn't have an art bacteria.

In other people's tunes, she must have laughed with courtesy and never dealt with it again.

But looking at the tired, sunny smile of the driving teenager, she realized she couldn't get angry and wanted to laugh: “Don't you know, is it common for a painting to take months? ”

Luke shrugged: “When you painted me so fast, I sat there for a few minutes, and you... Mmm.”

Elena smiled and covered his mouth with a handful: “Swallow back, hold your breath. ”

Luke had no choice.

He didn't know that Elena had been having a bit of a bad time lately.

Originally, she wanted to paint a few scenes of Luke with her, and as a result, the pen exploded, drawing... a cloak man in a smiley mask.

After drawing this weird “masterpiece," she's pretty sure she's never seen this guy, real life or anyone else's work.

Even if the smiley face was covered in her figure, she always felt familiar.

Subconsciously, she thought she might have seen this smiley face in her dreams.

Now Luke asks the question of the painting, what can she say? He said he wanted to paint him, so “Don't fall in love" painted someone he didn't know?

She's not stupid.

This weird thing is still waiting for her to figure it out for herself before telling Luke that the smiley face had to be hidden too.

The idea was, instead of discussing the painting with some art blind person, she asked, "Where are we going? ”

Luke didn't notice anything.

When friends get along on a daily basis, he tries to avoid misusing their minds to communicate and make life a cop drama.

He just asked for the next itinerary: "Wander around here and find the right place for a picnic? ”

Elena would love to.

She has been holding up painting at the academy lately, and stepping out in the wind can soothe her mood.

In fact, whenever someone wants to hang out with her like this, it's okay to sneak around.

Next, the two of them walked, stopped and stopped.

North Burgan is close to New York by the south, and the population is quite small. Leaning to the northwest suburbs is vast and empty, almost in the wilderness.

The weather here is much better than in New York City, and today it's cloudy, with no high-rise suburbs, stacked white clouds stretching over your head to the sky, opening your mind.

For those of you who have been in the big city for a long time, it's a nice place to be, like Elena, and she's been checking it out with excitement.

But for Luke, who grew up in Texas, the landscape intelligence here is mediocre.

That little bit of space is common in Texas, and it lacks the coolness and crudity of the Texas wilderness, much less cattle and sheep and horses dotted with flowing myths, at best the air is a little better than New York.

So while the two of them were on tour, he took photographic assignments and from time to time acted as a tripod for Elena.

His shooting tool, a titanium phone, is ideal for photo killers like Luke.

Elena brought herself a very professional digital camera to capture her favorite scenery and leave material for future creations.

The camera, of course, was sent by Luke, in the name of contributing to people and art.

Elena knew about this luminous hint of someone and hit him several times at the time, but she took it.

Art and photography, Luke took a bunch of pictures under her own guidance when Marseille went out, and the memory cards were still in Luke's storage space.

Nearly noon, Luke found a place.

A few dozen meters away is a supermarket of hundreds of square meters, and the two of them start their picnic with a mat on the grass opposite the supermarket.

This was chosen because the supermarket was the only supermarket in the neighborhood that Carol had ever seen, with a small fast food restaurant.

Nearby residents buy or don't want to cook, this is the most convenient option.

Even in supermarkets, the neighborhood is not lively, and people rarely move around except for shoppers.

This picnic for the two of Luke is more authentic than the picnic in New York Park.

The two of them are not eating fast either, laughing while eating.

After eating, they did not leave and sat there resting.

Luke took his phone and wrote a drawing, marking the area he searched today.

Elena looks at the material taken today, organizes the selection, and occasionally asks for his opinions, without getting bored.

Suddenly, Luke looked up and looked at the supermarket not far away.

The monitoring of the vehicle sent a message reminding him of the discovery.

Only two young girls were walking into a fast food restaurant and sitting down to start ordering.

One of the girls, about a meter and a half tall, looked thin and small, not paying attention to who she thought she was, not Carol.

Luke thought about it, said to Elena, and walked himself to the fast food restaurant.

Pushing the door in, the bell on the small fast food restaurant door was banged and the ringing bell was not loud, but easily discernable.

The fat middle-aged waitress at the counter looked over and nodded with a smile at Luke.

It's not necessary, it's just that she sees Luke very smoothly, most likely like the kind of mother powdered sister powder on the internet who sees little handsome guys.

At the corner, Carol turned away from the door, but didn't notice this way.

The girl opposite her looked at the door, and when she heard the bell, she looked at it with vigilance, feeling that Luke was just a handsome, sunny big boy, and she retracted her gaze.

Luke walked over and sat down in the girl's amazing eyes.

He seemed uncomfortable, but naturally smooth, and Carol felt a person sitting beside him without reacting.

She turned quickly and stood still: “You...”

Luke smiled: "Hello, Carol. Long time no see. ”

Carol looked at him incredibly: "Luke? What are you doing here? ”

Luke smiled softly: "Picnic with friends, just across the street. When I saw you, I thought I was blind. ”

Carol was still amazed: "Ah, what a coincidence. ”

She didn't notice that the girl across the street was getting more alert.

But Luke noticed a long time ago, who made him a detective?

The look on the girl's face, like a criminal fleeing in awe of sin, or a wretched person being chased for debt, is always alert to the feeling of being blown up at any time.

He just smiled and reached out, “Hello, nice to meet you. You can call me Luke. ”

The girl hesitated, but reached out and shook him, but did not report her name.

Carol realized something was wrong, and she whispered to the girl, “Luke was my friend, and he helped me a lot. And... he knows who I am. ”

The girl across the street was stunned and her vigilance lowered a little, but she still didn't say a word.