Super Detective in the Fictional World

Happy daytime.

Especially when Luke's inner soul was about to split when he turned down a bunch of neon women.

That's what I want! In the face world, it's interesting to see a man with a higher face value than most women.

But he didn't have fun, he just refused.

But looking at the forest species, their different faces were rejected, as if they had participated in a romantic painting.

This continued into the night when he sat alone in a chair in a small park eating all kinds of food packed.

Since space number two surged, he's chosen to put in a lot of hot food.

There is an insulator in space two, and a microwave to heat the food.

As for cold food or space number one, the first foods he put in for experimentation were still unspoiled, and the first artifact was actually stored.

Finish a crispy seafood tempura, put the wrapper with the residue back in the bag to cover it up, and take an eel rice out of it.

He was clamping up a piece of fish with chopsticks and reached out to him with one hand.

Several tens of thousands of yuan bills were pinched in his hand, and Fukusawa Orange stared at him with a dead fish's eye.

Luke looked up calmly and looked at a young woman in a thick coat and a white dress in front of her: "What's wrong? ”

The girl in the white dress looked a little out of sight at him: “Well, that, I just wanted to help you...”

Luke frowned slightly: "Hmm? ”

The girl in the white skirt knew what he meant and bowed in a hurry: "Sorry, I just, just watched you sit here all night, thinking you might not have a place to stay. ”

Luke lowered his head slightly and looked at his clothes, completely missing the other person's brain circuit.

This pure Alfred DIY cape is a trench coat. The raw materials cost $500,000.

How does this guy know the smell of poverty? And who gave you the courage to do good?

But looking at the dead fish eye on the note, he understood: it was Fukusawa Orchid who gave this young lady the courage.

That's right, this is definitely the lady in front of you.

Just a quick scan and Luke will find Barbary's handbag and towel, Tiffany's earrings, Gucci's watch on her.

Dresses without brands Clothes shoes appear to be made exclusively by hand “tailors" and all brands are luxury goods.

And a few tens of thousands of yen to save the "homeless" on the side of the road, not the young lady and what?

Ten thousand yen notes, similar to the feeling of a hundred denomination knives in the United States.

If it was in America, Luke would think it was the first time that the young lady was looking for herself to buy weed.

Luke occasionally gives so much money to someone, but usually to someone special, like Bell.

A homeless man gives $5 and $10 to be generous.

He turned his mind quickly and turned slightly: "Thank you, but I don't need help. ”

The girl in the white dress said softly: “But you...”

Luke ignored her, not slowly sent the stuffed eel meat into the import, squeezed his eyes, delicately tasted it, basically recognized the cooking skills of this small shop.

Meat is not expensive, but the quality is not bad, not good enough.

The sauce tasted sweet, not his favorite, but with Selena Gold, he could eat some of this sweet fish.

The point is that neither fish nor crafts are lazy, nor is this roadside stall expensive.

It can be said that the vendors have done their best at this price.

The girl in the white dress reached out with the money in her hand and was a little overwhelmed: this, shouldn't she say another word to herself?

Luke swallowed the fish in his mouth and lifted his eyes again, pointing at the note with chopsticks: "Take it back. Excess kindness can be given to others. ”

After that, he focuses once again on the eel rice in front of him.

Come to Neon, always learn some dishes to go back to.

Luke's biggest impression of food in his last life as a Chinese was that -- in many small restaurants, there were always surprises, even some of them without a name.

Because most famous restaurants pay more attention to quality control, try to ensure that food standards are within a reasonable range of fluctuations.

It is also worthwhile to lose a large part of the "delicious cap" for this purpose.

So many of the top restaurants in the United States, but Luke wasn't interested at all.

It's mainly the Neon who slaughtered America's wrongdoers and slaughtered them properly. For example, the sushi god is typical of "what I do, what you eat, what you don't eat”.

So he never goes to a neon restaurant.

Small restaurants are different.

Today the chef is in a good mood and the Guest eats beauty.

Tomorrow the chef is beaten by his wife, and the Guest may feel that the national salt price has plummeted and the dishes are salty.

By contrast, most of the stalls here in Tokyo have a good attitude, at least he gets what he wants.

The woman in the white dress watched him eat slowly for a moment and finally woke up from her senseless state.

She is now aware that she has made a mistake.

The way Luke eats is enough to show that he has pretty good economic conditions.

Ordinary Americans don't have this calm look, much less this “authentic” chopstick attitude.

At this time, look at his outfit. Although you can't see the logo, the workmanship materials are top notch and should be custom made.

This kind of guy wouldn't fall into a little park hiding from eating, would he? It's still raining.

But he took the food out, it was an old, non-woven bag with stitches.

So when she accidentally saw him eating there alone, she subconsciously assumed that he was a… met with a difficult person.

Luke doesn't know that.

The bag carrying the food was for the owner of the stall, see how much he packed and the "insurance” on the gloves.

The bag is a bit old, but clean in itself, and he's never been used to it in his last life.

At one point, Luke tasted the craftsmanship of the small stall owner, and the girl in the white dress stood in front of him and watched him eat, and the air suddenly calmed down.

He looked uncomfortable, but ate one eel less than two minutes before continuing to pick out a Kanto boiler from the bag.

Take out a string and take two bites. He thinks it tastes ordinary and is ready to switch to the next one.

Suddenly he looked at the girl in the white dress in front of him and said, "You want some? ”

The girl in the white dress sounded a little overwhelmed.

She was just swallowing spit, but not because she was hungry, purely because she watched him eat too much, not because he was a good eater.

Luke nodded and reached out and handed Kanto the cooked box to her: "You are a good man, please eat this one. ”

Kantong boiled a string of small wooden sticks and took out a string to eat alone, which doesn't count as inviting each other to eat their own saliva.

But if it's right in Neon, he's lazy.

Mainly because he doesn't like to eat, this “kind lady” is swallowing again, why not just “give back”.