Super Detective in the Fictional World

In the mess, the brothers and sisters came to the front row of the lab against the wall sealing cabinet.

Claire also stopped struggling and looked curiously at the dark things inside: “What is this? What does it look like... tight leather jacket? Luke, you're not going to learn anything unusual about love, okay? ”

In her little head, I suddenly thought he was wearing this leather coat, holding a long whip with his hand... Ew ~ That's disgusting! You can't think about that!

Luke slapped her head: “What are you thinking? You think of yourself as a singer, not a movie star. ”

He went up and pressed his palm against the scanner.

Blu-ray swept through and the transparent closed glass door opened, indicating that Claire herself went up and took out the clothes hanging on the shelf.

Claire clasped her mouth and waited for this black garment to come into her hands, revealing a surprise: “It's not leather, it's not rubber, it's very comfortable to touch. ”

Luke pointed to the room on the edge of his finger: "Change it yourself. ”

One minute later, Claire jumped out and jumped there: "It's kind of like an agent's tight suit. It's a little tight, but it's convenient to move around. ”

Luke raised his hand and struck a loud finger: “Turn on authentication mode and record first-level authority: Claire Vincent. ”

Claire felt a mosquito bite on her arm when the voice dropped: "Is there a thorn in this dress? ”

Luke: “First authentication permissions, it takes blood to identify your DNA, as well as sound prints, fingerprints, palm prints, iris. ”

“woooow ~” Claire glared: “When did you become a mad scientist? ”

Luke's fingers were more than two strokes, indicating that she stood still and twisted.

Certification doesn't matter, but it's a bad attitude, and the monkey might think of it as a game.

After a moment, the black clothes quickly spread up from the neck, wrapping Claire's entire head around it.

Even her eyes covered with black lenses, combined with a fully-fitted design of the uniform, made her a dark... night monkey?

Claire: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this? What the hell is this, Luke?"

Luke pressed his hands down: "Listen to the prompts of the auxiliary system and come back and experiment with its function. ”

He walked to the training room on the other side with his hands behind his back.

Claire had a ghost face on his back: "Slightly, you little old man! ”

“I heard" Luke's lazy voice.

Claire: "Ha ha, you heard wrong. ”

A few minutes later, a whirlwind-like shadow swept into the training room.

This is really a cyclone shadow because Claire flipped in front and back + side hands all the way in.

And not only did she flip on the ground, but she was able to jump and jump on walls and ceilings like DuangDuangDuang.

Luke grabbed a cup of green tea and sipped, not slowly: "Is that fun? ”

Claire is still rolling: "Fun. ”

Luke: “Can you play? ”

Claire kept spinning around him: "Yes, yes. ”

Luke: "You haven't played? ”

Claire: “No. Um, are you mocking me? ”

Luke has no words:

Experienced some of the functionality of a nano suit, Claire obviously took it a lot more seriously.

Though she has a mysterious grandfather, much better than this uniform, that's the bottom card for her life.

Grandpa said, not at this time of crisis in nine lifetimes, she will not be allowed to use all of her abilities.

And Luke gave it to me, which is fine.

Since Luke gave it to her, it must be whatever she wants.

Well, can't you just use it? Then rely on him for a few more grinds, and he'll still loosen his mouth.

She's right.

Luke wouldn't have a problem with it as long as he didn't wear it to play monkey tricks in public.

When it comes to Golden Block Two looking at her, Claire's sense of confidentiality is pretty good, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

Next up is Luke, the designer of the nanowattire.

What works, what works, what adapts better than the auxiliary system.

Luke, the average nano-uniform expert, may not understand the principles of technology, and it's obviously unrealistic to let Claire, a sophomore at the university, “know for sure.”

It's like saying to a person who doesn't need a gun that any caliber warhead launcher is false, it's a direct indication of what can be punched through and how to ensure safety.

Claire played with her uniform for a while, and her mind went novel and turned to Luke: “Ha, eat me. ”

Her body bounced out of the wall and kicked blankly into his pig's section.

Luke was holding his green tea in his right hand, but he couldn't help laughing: “You seem to forget, I taught you that. ”

During the conversation, his left hand seemed slow and fast. He grabbed Claire's ankle and threw her back the way she had come.

Claire turned around a couple of times in the air, stepped on the stage, and jumped over again: "But I have a new uniform. ”

Luke turned his head and lifted his palm and blocked the opposite foot: "But I designed it too. ”

At the same time, his palms hit her on the soles of her feet briefly and quickly.

Continuous attacks of high density provide enough impact without allowing the adsorption function of the suit to take effect.

At the end of the day, when his palms were pressed, Claire's feet sank sharply and his torso was carried against him.

Claire noticed something was wrong, so she bowed down and took refuge. He pulled her down from the sky and pressed her head against his side.

Without waiting for her to strike again, Luke crooked his fingers and gave her a chestnut in the head: "Okay, I'm going to have tea, I don't want to go in the cup. ”

Claire stood up with a groan: "Come on, you're getting less and less lively. ”

Luke: “Of course, I'm 20 years old. How can I be as childish as you? ”

Claire couldn't help but despise: "Are you sure you took high school English classes? Give you another chance to re-choose the appropriate adjective. ”

Luke: "Innocence? ”

……

Whether naive or childish, or naive together, Claire is busy the next day.

When she reported the trip to the broker, she simply asked a few questions and said she understood and let her work hard.

Claire's face: My brother gave me special training. What do you want me to do?

Later she received a message from her broker that the titanium cell phone company had asked her to train for a period of time to match the new phone's youthful and healthy qualities.

Because there's going to be an ad for a titanium phone waiting for her.

Claire is even more obsessed: I know I'm such a good girl. But I cover my face, and how do the audience see these qualities on my wig, wearing a wig made of children's hair?

But no matter how surprised she is, the itinerary company has set it up for her.

And she can find her own coach for this training, which is reimbursed by Titanium Mobile at the market price.

(3rd corrigendum in code)