Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke didn't know either. Uncle Phil just got his new gear, so he had a psychotic incident.

Even if he knew, he would just laugh and give all the little couples one more word of advice: no diamonds, no porcelain. Driving irregularly, ED tears two lines.

If you dare to drive a wildcar, be prepared to encounter a psychic vehicle.

Like when he saw Phil's information, he didn't respond immediately. Instead, he did three days of prep work to make sure there was no problem, and then he called Phil: “I got it. What do you need? ”

Phil was super crisp this time: “Better get rid of them all, they'll be in trouble to live. ”

Not to kill these people, I went to Batman! He added a sentence in his heart.

Luke nodded satisfactorily: "That's it, I'll give you the results when it's over. ”

Hanging up the phone, he slipped his foot on the ground, and the whole person turned on the bench: "Not in America, so don't worry about it? Tsk, treating people like dogs... well, dogs should be better than that. The son of the beach who came to the door, he deserved it! ”

Far away in the living room, the golden pieces looked back in confusion and said, "Ooh? ”

Luke grabbed a cupcake off the table and smashed it: "That's what dogs do, okay? ”

The golden pieces didn't move. One big mouth. One big mouth. Let the cake fall into your mouth. “Woo woo."

Snacks are good when you call yourself. The head of the dog was satisfied and turned back again to continue pursuing the play.

“What treatment?” Selena dragged Claire down the stairs and asked.

The two had just finished their training and showered down, waiting to eat.

Luke grabbed another cake and threw it over.

Selena lifted her two fingers and gently blocked it, turning her wrist lightly to remove the impulse.

That's when she pinched her thumb and took a bite of the cake: “emumu ~”

“How long has it been since you added new flavors to your cake?” She frowned.

The cupcakes are delicious, but they can't hold up to three people eating too much.

From creamy chocolate nuts to coffee yogurt fruits, Luke's over a hundred cupcakes are almost familiar with the flavour of each rotation.

Luke smiled and grabbed the other pastry in the front plate and threw it away.

Round pastries spin in the air.

Serena reached out her other hand, her finger caught the pastry, her face changed, her hand quickly turned half a turn with her body, her palm in a pocket before turning back.

After weighing this little snack, she threw it in her mouth. She hummed: "It tastes good to sneak up on the nest emumu ~ ~ with a hot egg tart. ”

Luke nodded: “Then make more Chinese snacks, it's just not convenient to have a lot of good snacks on the outside. ”

Selena: “Then bring it too, at most... um, move the back seat out? Anyway, the gold blocks are stalled every day by the elders, and it's annoying to watch. ”

The golden pieces turned their heads silently, staring at a woman's pig from behind the oblique, thinking, why don't you go up there and have a bite, it hurts this girl?

But when he thought about it, he hesitated between eating well and lying straight in pursuit of the play: this… is a real problem!

Claire ignored her brother's flirting with the devil's tutor, and she moved to the table impatiently, picking up the snacks in the plate and eating them in two bites.

Luke didn't teach her a lesson either.

Because training lasts only half a month, Claire is now more than doubling her training volume.

Claire doesn't know yet that her mother, Catherine, is a director of the brokerage firm and has been helping her screen out bad offers.

Even if she dragged the event for two weeks, even a big order for a titanium cell phone wouldn't have dragged it for a month this time.

It's been so long, Claire doesn't understand anymore, it's not a monkey, it's a pig.

Luke can only concentrate on the course, at the cost of madly squeezing Claire's strength.

With Golden Block 2 symbiosis, the food supply keeps up, she can quickly regain vitality, but tiredness in training is essential.

More than a dozen hot tarts fell on her stomach, and she slowed down and asked: "What treatment were you talking about? What are you doing at the police station? ”

Luke:... I'm not a fucking dog.

He slipped his mouth and turned the subject to training, deflecting her attention.

Looking over there, Selena showed the dim sum in her hand, compared to a dozen numbers, and he nodded decisively.

Ten new flavors of dim sum in exchange for her hard work training Claire, which is really cheap.

……

One day later, the first class walked off the plane.

Luke in a thin black trench coat is empty-handed and stripped to the extreme compared to other travelers with luggage accessories.

Walking out of Narita Airport, he took a high-speed bus to Tokyo.

His mission begins without a rush of time and the need to compete for seconds.

So this trip to Neon was arranged for… a tour, and by the way, the task was done.

Luke had seen some comedy, some American films, and he had a basic impression of the United States.

Neon, on the other hand, is a rather special country, which in many ways is out of line with the rest of the world.

From cell phones to books, from television to movies, you have to face the mainstream.

But it does get out of its own way, and the books are different from the novels, the reasoning, the comics.

Animation films on television have been transformed from children's programmes in other countries into national favourites.

What's even weirder is that neon shows are bigger than movie brands, and TV stars are bigger than movie stars.

Like in most developed countries, television drama stars try to squeeze into the movie industry, something that doesn't exist in Neon.

Neon's TV show stars star in movies more akin to "Losing Value.”

Side evidence is that foreign films have historically not performed well in Neon's box office, and have largely failed to do theatrical versions of popular Neon animations, including the global sale of American films.

Specifically to Luke, he had a slight impression of Neon life, basically about comics, animations, Akihabara, and the warning he gave in conjunction with the FBI.

He was not too old to grasp the tail of a bit of residential culture.

The last generation is five to ten years older than Luke, and the temperatures in Lower Tokyo are not hot, and the culture of the house is basically incompetent.

Once again, Luke never came to Neon.

There are two reasons, one too far away, to waste too much time without Bat Armor and Split.

Second, China is right next to the neon.

Even in this time, this great kingdom still poses a great threat to the United States and perpetuates targeted repression.

If Luke frequently flies back and forth in armor, he will sooner or later be discovered by the United States.

His harvest was only a short distance away from Mexico, and it was naturally difficult to recall Neon, a “western country” in the East.

At the same time, the Neon community is a legitimate organization that rarely uses guns.

Most of their revenues come from eating, drinking, and having fun, and there is no basis for the American people to be high grass on contraband drugs, much like that.

They watch more on a street than the American gangsters do directly across the city's neighborhoods.

However, the death of a group of community members in Neon is far more serious than the death of a pile of cartels in Mexico.

(3rd corrigendum in code)