Super Detective in the Fictional World

At the end of March, it's the cherry blossom season of the neon.

Luke, who transferred by tram, got off at Shinjuku Yuen and walked in at leisure.

Today's weather is bad, in a shady, light rainy day, cherry blossoms do not have the kind of powder dripping in the bright early morning sun, it feels like yunxia.

The advantage is that there are a lot fewer people watching cherry blossoms.

The old lady, who warmed up her sleeves, was gone. Everyone was honestly wrapped in a long coat and walked under a cherry tree in the rain with an umbrella.

Of course, photographers are still everywhere.

Cherry blossoms in the rain also have a sublime temperament and are no less bright than in the sun.

Luke enjoyed the environment and had never seen such a spectacle of cherry blossoms in his life and deserved his taste.

The rain is not small, there are not many people, and the pink, light red flowers and rain spill down like a calm scroll.

He strolled down a cherry blossom-covered trail and soon met a warm man.

Two early 20-year-old girls took pictures of each other on the trail, and one of them saw him slowly coming from the cherry blossom rain and couldn't help but stand still.

“Sugar, are you Paige? I can't stand my waist!” She screamed angrily in front of a girl with a high-difficulty look.

The girl with the camera, Sugar, looked back, the decisive lens turned slightly, aimed at her girlfriend... Luke behind the side is a click.

The concave girl was like, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

Saying she wasn't concave anymore, she jumped in a few steps, grabbed a glimpse in front of the LCD screen of the digital camera, and couldn't help but say, "Damn, where's the good-looking guy! ”

She was accustomed to exclamation while “How can there be no culture?" and couldn't help but look where the camera was.

Only Luke walked leisurely in the trail, not rushing forward, but walking with him and gauging around with interest.

He didn't swing his head back and forth like a regular tourist, and his idle footsteps gave him plenty of time to enjoy the view.

Anyone can tell by his appearance and temperament, this guy... um, rich and idle, typical pretender.

Luke doesn't feel like he's pretending.

If he can, he likes to bury death and blood in the night of Tokyo, cherry blossoms and light rain in the day of Tokyo.

So now he's relaxed and doesn't really care about other people's concerns.

For example, not far away, the two girls clapped and clapped and muttered, and he pretended not to hear.

The bigger reason, however, was that the familiar phrase "bastard” brought him too many memories.

It's been a long time since I've heard such authentic Chinese online language, and this is a truly cordial feeling.

Why is he sure it's a web term? Because when a girl says that word, she actually pronounces "shit."

Primary sound waves don't get this wrong.

In this time of day and space, the handsome groups of boys in Europe and America, who let girls faint, are almost still on their hot tails right now.

And the Asian crowd is at a time of crazy addiction to this handsome group of boys.

Luke, who traveled to Tokyo this time, did not have the image of an uncle with a mustache, but made a new vest based on the similarity of 80 per cent of the 20-year-old Ginullivis.

With this face, he doesn't have to add the soft effect of television like those boys do, and he can keep girls out of their mouths.

He faintly walked past two girls.

I thought I'd run into two old townships once in a while.

But then came the sound of the footsteps.

The one named Sugar, the first to photograph his original figurine, chased him up: "Wait, wait. ”

It's in English.

After all, with Luke's present face, it's hard to think of him as a neon, and this time without choosing the face of a past life, you just don't want this kind of trouble.

He turned his head and said, "Hmm? ”

Sugar looked at his calm expression and stopped in awe, but hesitated or handed him the umbrella: “Here you go, it's raining too much, it could be long on your head... bugs? ”

Her English has a distinct Chinese flavor, but it's much better than Luke's last plastic English, but she seems to have forgotten what to say about "lice”.

Luke Gual, still took the umbrella in her hand: "Thank you. ”

Sugar seemed encouraged, dared to rub the digital camera with both hands: “Well, can you, can you...”

The girl who followed her behind was more nervous than she was, silent, and pulled her clothes back behind Sugar.

Whether to rush or stop, only God knows.

Luke nodded slightly and made a listening gesture.

Sugar finally said the request: “Can you take a picture? ”

“Yes.” Luke turned around: “But here it is. ”

Sweetie: “Is that okay? Just one... Well, you agreed! ”

Luke smiled, much colder than his own smile.

After all, Keanu never takes the warm male wind.

As an actor, Luke has never taken the qualities of a movie character in his last life to demand that he avoid being the same.

Anyway, the vest is handsome and the temperament is too great. Isn't that a waste of his acting talent?

Less than a minute later, Luke leaves with the umbrella from Sugar, leaving two girls sharing an umbrella and seeing his back disappear into the cherry blossom rain at the star spot.

Say one, just one.

Sugar and her girlfriend each, plus one of them together, Luke, without going against his own words, gave the two townships an incremental price increase.

Speaking of umbrellas, he couldn't help but think of the White Girl and now he's an American superhero.

So the new bat snake from China and America... ahhh, what the hell are you thinking! He shook his head slightly and roamed the park with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

His temperament was suddenly adorable with a long, windy black trench coat, a pair of light orange sunglasses, a clear umbrella with a round drum and a Katie cat motif on the umbrella.

Chinese girls at the beginning of the twenty-first century have generally proved to be far more restrained than neon girls.

Just now the two sweet little girlfriends should have good economic conditions to travel to Tokyo in March.

Their love for Luke, a handsome stranger, is limited.

Perhaps with this face, he can succeed in meeting one of them if he tries, but it takes time for them to speak voluntarily.

And after that, more than ten women were sending direct dating signals to Luke.

Younger, shy, come up and ask for a phone number, or go somewhere.

At an older age, it's probably embarrassing to pay directly - he's too handsome to disrupt the atmosphere of chance.

Luke just closed his smile and spoke English in a very American tone, denying it.

Neon people are polite, but Americans certainly don't have to follow that.

These women's moods? I'm sorry, they're not from Luke's last life. They don't have any privileges.

If you can refuse with proper etiquette, it's that he's tall enough.

Perhaps a lot of girls would rather have him trained so low that they could talk to him a little more.

But Luke's basic psychology + hypnosis didn't give them a chance to get involved.

One word out, yahoo!