Super Detective in the Fictional World

Max looked like: "But there's always a man who wants to sleep in your bed, use the condom you bought, sleep in your people, and finally slap his ass off. Of course, it would be perfect to steal dozens of dollars of cash from you again. ”

Luke was shocked: "Are you serious? ”

“Really.” Max nodded without hesitation: “But be handsome. ”

Luke: "You got me handsome? ”

Max glanced at him obliquely and thought for a moment: “At least have 70% of your level, including your face and muscles. ”

Luke listened hey Naoto: “That's me... can you at least take the 200 dollar knife? ”

Max: "If I had the money, I'd pay $2,000 a night. ”

Luke: “Thank you so much for your generosity. ”

Max: “Fuck off, I don't have any money. Why don't you go find those rich ladies who are 40 or 50? ”

Luke laughed and encouraged her: "It's okay, you try to make cake, maybe you'll be rich when you're 40 or 50, I'll wait. ”

Max smiled and said, "Thank you so much for your kind words. ”

Luke: “You're welcome. I think we should go inside and discuss the theoretical knowledge of making cakes. ”

Max: “Wait, I didn't make any cake tomorrow...”

Luke: “When we're done studying the theoretical posture together… ah no knowledge, I'll come back and finish it. Even if you don't believe in my abilities, you have to believe in my strength. ”

Max turned a white eye and was held up and she shut the bedroom door at will: "Don't be too loud, Carolyn said she was prone to insomnia. ”

Luke: “I'll remind you to keep your voice down. And Caroline's still in the bathroom, I can't hear her. ”

Saying this in his mouth, he is muttering in his heart: people are much busier than us, self-sufficient sorceress... life is really too hard.

I just don't know if the new "Magic Prop” Lotus Head is powerful enough.

……

The next day, Luke Benjon had reported to the police that he was sitting in Max's living room drinking coffee and eating cake.

Although there are only 10 points in the three-way data, the actual coefficient is four or four times the body mass of a normal person plus the recovery effect of primary self-healing, which was not exhausting at all last night.

He took a bath at 4 a.m., took out a bag of coffee from the storage space, made a pot of coffee and took out his computer to start browsing the news.

On the folding bed in the corner of the living room, Caroline was in a coma when he came out.

The sorceress tossed herself in the bathroom until three o'clock, came out soon and went back in, and came out exhausted at four o'clock.

Luke thought the sorceress was a little hard, so don't let her flip the pancakes over and over again.

So he filled up with a special sleeping pill, and Caroline immediately fell into a deep, sweet dream town.

Looking at the night news, Luke couldn't help but laugh about the Batman Black Cat Women's War New York gang.

Perhaps the word ”war" should be replaced by the word "beating”.

Because there was no fighting at all, two people in a hurry against the gangsters, one punch at a time is fine.

If you use a second punch, it's not because they're too strong, but because they need to break each other's second arm.

After watching the news, he got up and transported the bagged cake through the storage space to Max's house, while preparing today's lunch for both women.

Luke doesn't worry about how much meat they'll grow after eating this abundance of Fernandezer and Stollen.

How long Max is, he can control it.

Carolyn, the sorceress, was not naturally fat, and she drummed herself in the bathroom for over an hour last night. A few desserts would be fine.

It wasn't until noon that Luke realized Caroline was about to wake up before he got up and walked out the side door.

Outside the side door, a beautiful but slightly old horse stood there staring straight into his eyes.

Luke stuck the carrot out of his hand on the wood next to him and touched his horse's head: “Chestnut, eat quietly, do not tell your master. ”

Chestnut winks, hisses slightly, and puts his mouth together with the carrot and starts eating.

Luke couldn't help touching his neck and remembering a little black horse that exploded: "Alas, you can't start a fire. ”

Then he smiled and opened the small door on the fence and walked out: "What can you think of? It's the Evil Knight, not the horse that can ignite."

Five minutes later, Carolyn got up and looked around blindly.

When her gaze fell on the cake chest over there, she had to turn a white eye: “Every morning she couldn't see anyone, leaving behind a bunch of cakes and leaving. Is this guy a wizard? Well, maybe I've cooked before in my life, haha. ”

Caroline just remembered something when she defamed someone who was out of her mind: “Perhaps I should suggest that Max change a silent door in her bedroom, or that she shut her mouth herself in advance, otherwise my insomnia is inevitable. ”

Thinking about it, she was a little envious: when would it be better if I let Max sleep?

But where to find a handsome, thoughtful, strong, capable boyfriend? That's the biggest problem for a sorceress.

The problem is as elusive as where a male magician goes to find a girlfriend.

……

Luke and Selena, who went to work at the police station, decided to touch the fish and hadn't forgotten to bring a bunch of cupcakes.

The cake is made by the smart kitchen utensil. The work of removing, packing and boxing is also carried out by the small snail operating the robot robot of the robot, without effort or effort.

Several overnight colleagues are grateful for the refreshments that Luke and his team brought.

They were called out of the house last night to work overtime, and it doesn't feel like anyone else.

They can't complain yet.

Batman and the Black Cat Girl gave NYPD a little awkward on the doorstep, but the meat was fed to the mouth, and those who didn't eat it were fools.

Walter, shortly after his new assignment, just looked outside at Luke and the two of them saying hello and chatting, and sat down and waited for the two of them to bring their snacks.

Sure enough, Luke came in a few minutes later.

Walter was more direct than Dustin, and the office door wasn't closed, and he said, “Shall we split the case? ”

Luke grinned and shook his head: "No, John, Joe, Ricky, these old guys aren't involved. Why am I involved? ”

Walter turned a white eye and knew this guy was trying to lazy.

He doesn't believe what Batman and Black Cat did last night could be hidden from Luke.

This guy's only been in New York for most of the year, and he's had no fewer relationships than himself, and the superior relationships are beyond compare.

He slept honestly at home last night and didn't make a single phone call, clearly he didn't want to share this credit.

He thought about Luke just over twenty days old, the rank of second lieutenant in the head, and the battle cross medal that had been set, and it was a little too much to rob.

Luke's not John.

The more credit John receives, the more likely he is to continue to be promoted.

Because John had been a superintendent for several years, his promotion was long enough, purely to kill himself and demote himself.

Luke now has to be stable in this position for two years. After all, even if this guy's sergeant level is broken, the sergeant is broken. Who the hell dares to break in the rank of police commissioner?

The commissioner can be delegated to the station as the director, a 20-year-old commissioner, what do you think of the other young people who are still on patrol at the age of 20?