Super Detective in the Fictional World

In fact, Wade is now like a radiation-contaminated, mutated sapphire dog, or... rotten, spoiled butterflies?

No wonder Wade didn't show up, just sneaking up on his girlfriend and letting her post the search.

It seems really too much to take a rotten, spoiled butter fruit to test a woman's love.

For a moment, he said, "Interested in going to a bar? My treat. ”

Wade didn't say anything, but he looked at the balcony on the third floor with a passion.

Luke was too lazy to talk and just pulled out a phone to “click” this butterfly.

Flash and photography woke Wade up: "What are you doing? ”

Luke: "If you want to play dead dog here again, I'll send your shi-like face to your girlfriend. ”

Wade: “I was wrong. Where to drink? Right, I don't have any money. ”

Luke glanced at him despicably: "Of course, you stole this outfit, didn't you? ”

Wade: “How could that be, obviously that guy felt hot throwing himself on the floor. ”

Luke: “Honestly.” The phone in your hand was raised and seemed ready to send the picture.

Wade snorted: “Truth is, the guy and a guy on the street looked at each other right in the alley and took off his clothes, and I grabbed them. ”

Luke: "Stealing is stealing. Is there anything to be ashamed of? Well, you have no face now anyway. ”

Wade: “Flower Q! ”

Ten minutes later, a black cape man stepped into the Sister Mary's or something, and then walked through the crowd and sat down in front of the bar, twisting his fingers and tapping the table: "A beer, a fake whiskey. ”

Viso turned impatiently back to the bar that was organizing the drinks in his liquor cabinet: "I don't sell fakes here... wax ~ taboo ~"

His last word, like the trembling sound of Yodel's song, wrapped around a few bends and closed with a sound.

But nobody laughed at him.

The original crowd in the bar, coming in from the shadow of the black cape, became less crowded and scarce, like the same piece of radio that pressed the stop button.

Luke crooked his head: “Another beer, then. ”

After that, his body turned to the lobby: “On the count of three, if I can't get out of here, I won't have to leave tonight. ”

The voice went down, shouting, fifty or sixty faces, and the vicious customer stood up at about the same time and squeezed towards the bar door.

Outside the bar, Wade stood on the side of the door against the wall, looking up to the sky and wandering again.

A sudden burst of noise quickly approached the door from the bar.

The next minute, the bar door was slammed a few meters away and a bunch of people poured out like ants.

From time to time, you can hear a few guys running out whispering, "Run. ”

“It's a smiley face. ”

Wade stared at a large group of people as birds and beasts scattered, then overturned for a moment, watching two bad luck bastards who didn't know if they were stunned or squeezed, sighing and squatting down, reaching out with hands they couldn't make.

A few seconds later, the door rang a few shouts: "Bastard, two poor ghosts. ”

“Poor ghosts are at home watching TV, eating shi, drinking shit! ”

In the bar, Veso gave two bottles of beer with great vigour, looked at the smiley face mask in front of him and looked bitter: “You want a beer...”

Luke flipped his fingers in the room, and a little bit of gold came out of his finger seams, one of the finest bounces, and the golden little object tumbled down to Veso.

Viso caught it subconsciously.

This thing is absolutely gold. He just saw the glow the first time, so sure.

When he got it, he became more familiar with the touch.

He looked down and looked frightened.

A continental gold coin lay quietly in his palm.

I just heard the smiley face say, “Is it enough for all the drinks here tonight? ”

Viso cried his face: "This, this... can I exchange it for cash? Just the knife. ”

Luke smiled softly: "What do you think? ”

Viso painfully closed his eyes and retracted his hand, throwing the continental gold coin into the bar drawer like a hot potato.

Each Continental Gold Coin is coded to confirm origin.

The vast majority of its passage is also documented.

Unless it is a transaction between two people and the recipient of the gold coin has not yet used it, the way the gold coin came will never be concealed.

Smiley had been surrounded by a bunch of killers in Muddy Tank Park before, and the news spread from Viso's cell phone, and he was a relative.

Even more frightening, dozens of killers who waited for news in his bar that day were never seen again, evaporating directly into the world.

Of course, he sold it to a lot of people to prove that he was just an outsider, not an accomplice of a smiley face.

And the odd thing is, the mainland hotels didn't react at all, as if a bunch of dead killers hadn't come at all.

Those mercenaries in the bar heard more or less about it, and they used it as a bargain, bragging for a while.

And so, at the moment of the smiley face, these people were resolute.

No one wants to make fun of the face because he can make 60 + professional veterans disappear, and none of these mercenaries want to be the next disappeared person.

So here comes the question: The smiley face and the killers of the mainland hotel have been leveraged, the killers have disappeared collectively, and the smiley face has reappeared. Where is his mainland gold coin coming from?

Smart Veso feels he doesn't need tips from others.

In fact, he was absolutely right.

This gold coin was found on the killers.

V has been too low-key lately, which is not very good.

Split will be back in New York soon, when V is also idle, and the same will come out.

Sooner or later, it's not a big deal.

If we figure it out at the high table, get some more killers to fix the V. Wouldn't we have this wool again?

With someone who is a backpacker king, there is no need to compare at this moment.

It doesn't seem inappropriate to be driven by a superhero in his grand age.

At this point, Wade, dressed in an old second-hand hoodie, walked in and sat down in front of the bar, throwing a scattered knife on the bar: “I'll buy you a drink. ”

He picked up a bottle of beer and poured it down.

Even if Veso was in a panic at this moment, he couldn't help but glance at it and say, "Twenty dollars a beer, you're only twenty-seven dollars here. ”

Wade didn't feel comfortable, pulling down his hood at random: "Come on, it's good to give you the money. ”

When Veso heard the voice, he had to stand still and shout subconsciously: "Wade? Didn't you die? Goddamn it, I pushed you in the trophy pool, and now it's over. ”

Wade: “I won't die if your son dies. Oh, no, you don't have a son. ”

Veso didn't really care about his tongue, measured his face, and frowned: “Wow, how do you look like a butterfly fruit? ”

Wade touched his face unexpectedly: "Is it that bad? ”

Viso shook his head: "No, it's supposed to be a butterfly fruit hardened from behind by an older, uglier butterfly fruit, and you're the crystal of their love. ”

Wade didn't mean it. He was afraid Vanessa would think he was ugly.