Super Detective in the Fictional World

Continental Hotel Manager Julius is still the same, black dressed in white scarf, walking from the side.

But this time, he didn't shake his hand forward, just stood two meters away in complexity, and the significance of keeping distance from the Night Demon was obvious.

He is not afraid of being killed, but does not want others to feel too close to the Night Devil.

Luke looked at him like this and didn't care about him.

It's just a normal human reaction.

If Julius comes up close regardless, Luke suspects it's a trap.

He turned around and said, "Is the room open? ”

The black sister glanced at her boss and handed her card respectfully: "Okay, in the westernmost corner of the top floor. ”

Luke lifted his hand and took the card, turning slightly to Julius and walking away.

The black girl at the front desk waited for Luke's back to disappear at the elevator and whispered, "Need to notify me? ”

Julius glanced at her with no anger: "You can resign from me first, go out the hotel door and do whatever you want. ”

Black sister shut up right now.

Julius glanced at the elevator again, his face changed for a moment, and he turned his head away.

Trouble with the Night Devil? That's something that nobody at the high table can make a decision about.

Though Kemorrah is speaking for the Night Demon, 11 other families are unlikely to speak for him.

In fact, that number should be nine.

The Night Devil directly beat the Tarasov family to half a cripple, and the new owner had to “drink for revenge” with him.

Then he killed Sloane and the name killer, making the boss behind the club a bareback commander, basically losing his say in the high table.

None of the ten remaining families want to touch this psychopath to kill the gods themselves, without any benefit, they will only lose their strength for nothing.

Anyway, the character of the Night Demon has always been very isolated. It belongs to the kind of person who doesn't offend me. I don't exist as a prisoner. The bad luck is that all the families went to mess with him themselves.

Three bloody sand sculptures up front, nobody wants to be the fourth.

Luke went to the room west of the roof, opened the door and went in, and he had to go into his heart.

Say 10 grand, and you're no better than a gun and a life!

This room is definitely presidential suite level.

At least two grades higher than the "best room" that Julius gave him last time.

In the kitchen refrigerator, he took out a bottle of Canadian ice wine, and he walked up to the window and looked out at the red sunset, poured a glass of wine and sipped it: "Is this life? Probably.”

He stood in front of the window, watching the sunset, taking a leisurely wine tasting stance to show his face, and countless texts and phone calls had been made at the Continental Hotel Rome.

Julius doesn't communicate, because it's not necessary.

There were a lot of killers in the hotel lobby who knew the Night Demon. These people didn't have the guts to do it and dare to send information.

John the Night Demon, reappeared in Rome.

Brightly, the most intense of these intelligences is the honorary meeting of one of the twelve principals whose subject is also in Italy.

After Kramola's brother's insistence, Glory looked at the right opportunity and did a lot of small moves to keep this opponent close at hand.

And Kemora's current owner, Gianna, apparently wore a pair of pants with the Night Demon.

The goal of the demon's arrival in Italy that night was most likely the Glory Club.

Now it's their turn to fear that the Night Demon will come from home to play with the little moves.

In the dark, another person received the message and frowned.

The suit pencil was strong, with black framed glasses, a middle-aged man with a financial elite head thought for a moment and pulled out his phone: “It's me, pause. ”

Over the phone: "No, James. When you decide and how to end it, I decide. ”

James looked disgusted: "Gianna called John the Night Demon, he was no ordinary opponent, and everyone who despised him died. Even the Soroptimist Sloane, combined with twenty named killers, did not survive in the hands of the Night Demon for an hour. ”

The silent moment on the phone, hey, sneered: “I'm not Sloane, I'm not those weak chicken killers. ”

James was too lazy to say, “You went to kill Sloane, remember? Then Sloane was alive until he met the Night Devil. ”

Once again, the silence at the end of the phone finally reached: "I'll give you three days to investigate all his information. Whatever you say after three days, I'll do it anytime. ”

After that, the man didn't wait for James to answer and hung up.

James threw his phone away and rubbed his forehead: “What should I do? This guy's getting out of control. Does he have to call his boss every time? ”

If you can't stop it, help this guy kill the Night Demon! That would make it easier for the boss to eat the table.

He shook his head and sighed, picked up his phone again and started preparing for action.

Luke came to Rome this time, and the biggest change was bright and upright.

John the Night Demon is no longer the ordinary killer he was before, he has told the high table with hundreds of lives, including Sloane, the fact that you can't piss me off.

For three days, Luke has spent a leisurely time in Rome, as if he were on a vacation.

No one came to die, but a bunch of girls came to deliver the food.

Unfortunately, Luke's eyes are getting higher and calmer today.

Even if some of the girls were with Ginny and Selena, none of them made it back to the hotel.

First, Max Pearl was in front, and these girls were slightly worse off than "eyes”.

And Luke didn't want to get involved with these girls.

Now, the high table must want to find John the Night's weakness.

Even if it doesn't work this time, it might work the next time, and the lives of a few ordinary women are nothing to these people.

In the evening, Luke routinely stood in front of the window looking at the sunset drinking wine and not forgetting to touch his mustache: “Alas, being handsome is also a worry. ”

The doorbell rang as he entertained himself and satisfied the slightly disgusting taste of his previous life.

Luke picked his eyebrows and was curious.

He came in for three days and nobody came knocking on his door except the hotel cleaner.

Open the door, look at the woman in front of the door, and he asks, “What is it? ”

Woman: "Handsome, don't you want to buy me a drink? ”

Luke takes two steps back and leaves the door.

When the woman entered the house, he closed the door and turned around, and saw that the woman had gone to the living room to sit down, picked up the whiskey on the coffee table and poured herself a glass, and asked, “Where's the ice? ”

Luke indicated the location of the refrigerator and sat silently on the couch.

The woman also stood up and twisted her waist toward the kitchen.

Seems to feel Luke's gaze behind her, her waist twisting extraordinarily seductive.

Luke had no fluctuations in his heart.

He looked at the woman, not because she looked good, but because she was tall.