Super Detective in the Fictional World

The overall style of the house after maintenance remains unchanged, but the details such as lines, plumbing, waterproof, rust proof, and switches are all refreshing.

Before that, Luke fixing Max's bathroom plumbing in the middle of the night would never happen again.

Other tiles and switches that have not fallen due to adhesive tape are either poorly closed or inaccessible doors and windows, or they become new.

Most importantly, the rent remains unchanged.

It's legal, but it doesn't make sense, for the host to offer a maintenance fee.

The original landlord, however, commissioned a professional property management firm to collect the rent, and the landlord didn't have to inform Max about the change at all.

Maintain this as long as the landlord tenant doesn't have a problem with it, just let the management know.

Most of the time, however, tenants force management firms to contact hosts for maintenance, which is rare.

Look, Max was there laughing at the old landlord, and Luke certainly didn't care.

Anyway, it's the former landlord who gets scolded, so it's normal to get scolded.

I got a very premium ex-host from Luke, and I don't feel comfortable getting scolded.

Two months ago, in the New York War, Fort Williams was sparsely affected, and Max here was nothing more.

They had a good life, and Luke didn't mean to make them rich anymore.

It's easier to get rich slowly and stay in the mood than outburst households.

Besides, neither woman is stupid, and now this is a little too much.

Luckily, they just felt a little vague, and Luke double-crossed them and said, "Do I look like a fool?" and blurted out the past.

Someone on the road doesn't care if they call themselves such things.

Maintenance, which is one of the most important improvements in the security of a remodeled home.

Secondly, these “maintenance” are still in use after all.

He enjoyed the renovated room and the brand new bathroom was a necessity.

Max's bath water, doesn't it smell?

Cough, retract the dissipating thoughts, and Luke smiled at a horse who came in through the side door: "Chestnut, don't sleep in the middle of the night, want to eat carrots again? ”

The horse gently punched his nose and licked him with his big tongue.

This is Carolyn's horse, sort of the only luxury left by this once golden lady.

Of course it's old, it's worthless, it has to be taken care of.

Luke's eyes hurried and instantly dodged the big tongue raid: "No, you're good. I'll get you a carrot. ”

Keeping a carrot out of the door attracted Chestnut's attention, he suddenly moved out and closed the side door.

A two-step small run, he jumped up and pulled his hands on a two-metre high railing and went out, quickly disappearing into the night.

……

In a small street, a woman is confronting five men.

The five men are typically mixed up - mostly without money - and full of the smell of poverty.

The blonde across from them was dressed in formal luxury, but a slightly tight red business dress made her hot.

Said it was a pair of five, actually only four little gangsters were standing, and a little gangster was screaming on his knees: “Eyes, my eyes. You Bichi, I'm gonna kill you! ”

Tracy held the package in front of her with one hand and placed the anti-wolf spray behind the bag with one hand so that the gangsters across the street could not see the movement of this hand.

This maximizes the threat of anti-wolf spray.

She's crying bad luck in her heart too.

It was just a normal overtime, the same as usual, but the only accident was that the car suddenly went out and had to park in this neighborhood.

The neighborhood used to be less secure, even worse after the war in New York.

However, the number of crimes committed with armed violence has not been forthcoming, and young gangsters across New York have been beaten to the shadow by Batman and Black Cat women.

They would rather rob and run than threaten the victims with weapons.

Because according to the group members' private exchange statistics, those who do so rarely go to the bone injury department and are at best occasionally unconscious in the streets.

Just one or two more times, a lot of gangsters can guess what's going on.

As long as it's not violent, the Batman and the Black Cat are too lazy to break their bones.

In other words, violence is the dividing line.

Beyond it, being caught by the Batman is the beginning of a fracture, disabling.

But Batman and the Black Cat disappeared after the New York War.

The confusion caused by the war, and the two months that have elapsed, has left many gangsters clumsy.

According to police data, incidents such as violent robbery are rapidly increasing.

For example, the five little gangsters saw this woman's famous bags and cars tonight and immediately moved their minds.

If you rob it, you run. If you cancel the bill, you'll get a few hundred dollar knives.

Many of my companions have done this recently and have not been hospitalized.

It cannot be blamed for their indifference, because the world in New York is so difficult today.

Illicit drugs are now more than ten times more expensive in Manhattan, while local distributors collectively claim to be in short supply.

This is the biggest fucking city in America!

I can't get it, it's like starving next to Golden Mountain.

The gangsters can barely sustain their lives unless they come out and steal from the thieves.

Of course, it's impossible to work, not for the rest of your life.

Even if the reconstruction of New York is now starting, the brick work is huge, the pay is not low, and the little gangsters, who are used to idle, do not want to suffer.

Too bad they met a more real woman at the robbery tonight.

Faced with the robbery of so many people, she didn't stand scared to shake Cersei, but when the first mixed hands, the spray ready to teach him to be a man immediately.

Tiger riding on both sides is difficult at this moment.

Tracy is not wearing high heels, but she is also a medium heel, and she is wearing a skirt, which is not suitable for running in a mixed heel race.

The little gangsters knelt down on one of their brothers and shouted for revenge.

Four of them were intact, and the opponent was just an ordinary woman, and nobody was ashamed to say anything.

The four gangsters finally pulled up their clothes, covered their faces and prevented a spray attack before approaching Tracy collectively.

As a black figure descended from the sky, a huge shadow swelled behind him as he approached the ground.

Black people's shadow speed dropped sharply, and the huge shadow turned into a soft cape again, and people banged, falling between the gangster and Tracy.

Looking at the dark shadow close by, the familiar black cape and the two little pointy ears on the helmet, Tracy shouted almost subconsciously: "Batman! ”

The four little gangsters across the street stood still, shaking their hands like chicken claws could no longer hold the clothes off their faces, lips one at a time, like fish away from the water, but no sound.

In front of them is the same “the adult” as the legend.