Super Detective in the Fictional World

The red-haired girl in front of her is temporarily undergoing a “fantasy phase” transition to a “practice phase”.

If she had the chance to talk about Luke, she would have succeeded.

But now she... doesn't seem like a failure? Luke took a sip of tea and was really interested in the Shichida family.

Without saying anything else, the bottom of the Shichida clan can't be cleaned by Snow Odd alone and the bunch of red-named bodyguards.

That Shingen Ishichida might be an experience gift pack.

He thought in his head and asked, “Does Shingen Ishichida like killing people? Well, like you and the guys the bodyguards killed, did he order it? ”

Snow's not surprised he knows about killing people.

Hiding a murder before a killer king is unreliable.

She landed neatly and vomited her killings and Shingen Ishida's bottom.

Luke's Philomon manipulation, her desire for freedom, her hatred for Shingen Ishichida, gave her a choice.

After listening, Luke said in a moment of silence: "Leave your contact details and I'll find you. ”

Snow immediately asked the waiter to bring the paper and pen, wrote down a series of cell phone numbers and placed them respectfully on the desktop in front of him.

Luke nodded and pulled out a neon coin: "Last look at your luck, positive or negative? ”

Snow vest is a little chilly: can't it be the kind of game that spares my life on the front and raises the sky on the back?

“Reverse.” She hesitated, choosing Reverse.

Because "positive” does not seem to match the feeling of survival in her death.

Ten seconds later, the coin stopped on the desktop - facing up.

Snow was shaking all over again, and the death perception was unresponsive.

Luke nodded, pointing to the coin: “It's the luckiest thing you've ever done in your life. Take it, you can go. ”

Snow Odds, though full of questions, immediately grabbed the coin and squeezed it in his hand. He rose a ninety degree bow: “Thank you, Your Excellency, for your generosity, then I will leave. ”

Luke waved his hand, picked up his phone again, and began to draw.

Snowy bowed his waist for a few meters before turning around slowly and leaving in small steps.

Luke really didn't lie to her.

If she hadn't guessed the coin was lost, he would have had to knock her out to gain power, so she was really lucky.

At this point, the system panel shows: Death Perception (Special Mental System, Partially Learnable): Prerequisite Spirit 40, Point 100000.

Luke learned it at will.

He doesn't really care about the side effects or anything. Now the vigilante is mainly doing it separately, it's hard to die and he's not afraid to die.

Besides, he doesn't feel how many people can scare themselves through death perceptions.

If this ability is too sensitive and Yuki sees a murderer and scares the shit out of her, she's already in a mental hospital.

When the snow leaves, Luke drops his phone and thin senses of death.

This ability is far more fantastic than Snow's verbal description, perhaps more accurately with a sense of death.

Snow can see death, but she has to be there.

Just like last night when Luke was killing those two bad guys' bodyguards, she felt like they were dying.

The stronger the hunch, the easier it will be for both of them to die.

This hunch was described by her as the scent of death, and it was actually Luke pointing to the killings of those two bodyguards?

Whether this “killing intent” is specifically a spiritual fluctuation or something is uncertain.

After all, Snow Odds, like most psychics, lacks systematic and in-depth research into their psychic abilities, using them only with instinct + experience.

And when Luke gets the power, he only analyzes the experience of the original master as experimental data, not as truth.

The key to each capability is to use it for yourself, not simply copy it.

After a rough analysis, he suspended the study.

No one is releasing the "kill intent” on him now, and the effect of this capability is not intuitive.

But it's not that hard. You can get tested by the gang of traffickers later.

Thinking about it, he stood up and walked out of the cafe.

……

After a night, Tokyo opened its doors again with a busy morning.

Large numbers of social animals from Chiba County, Kanagawa County and Saitama County flooded into Tokyo and began to be squeezed and exploited by the company for a new day.

The tram was a sardine-like crowd, just like some of the action films Luke had seen.

The difference is, there aren't many pretty women in there.

Luke stood in front of a street vending machine and repeatedly weighed the drinks inside.

In Neon, you can never guess what beverages are in these machines.

Luke tried many soda drinks last night, such as cucumber soda, coffee soda, blueberry soda, and finally bought a bottle of soda.

He only tasted a small bite of each, and the rest was shipped to New York by storeroom, leaving it to Benjamin to ignore a dog's head.

Just say it's Neon's secret eighteen flavors of soda or something, and the dog's head will definitely be interested.

Its taste is quite different from that of humans. If you can really find something to like, you can buy an extra batch and leave it as a prize.

Now Luke is buying mustard soda, curry soda, green tea soda, and octopus soda.

This kind of surprise can be bought more at once, it's a little wasted time buying one at a time.

At this point, he heard that the vending machine at the corner was also shopping, and the sound should be of two young women.

Because there's a 90-degree corner, you can't see each other.

But Luke could hear them looking for drinks, chatting about last night's TV show.

He didn't mind either, stuffing the machine on his own and watching the drinks fall off.

Just picking up the beverage, there was a woman's grunt, followed by another woman's surprised questioning, with a fast away footstep.

Luke turned a white eye and couldn't help but twitch in the corner of his mouth: Are you kidding me? Is this really happening in Tokyo?

He grabbed the curry soda from the vending machine and tossed it around the corner.

Primary Precision Start!

Boom!

The plastic bottle of curry soda crashed outside the wall five or six metres and then spinned towards a skinny little man on the street, pulling his legs out.

Boom!

The skinny little man's head collided with the curry soda, making a slightly empty sound in the dullness, and a dog fell to the ground eating shit, and several white teeth flew out in between.

But he was knocked out by curry soda, and he didn't know about it anymore.

Luke handles one bottle while also enhancing the listening range of the primary sound waves.

Soon he discovered that there was a man with a hat and mask, more than 10 meters from the side, who was shooting everything here with a camera.

He grabbed another bottle of mustard soda and stepped aside, throwing it at the corner of the wall with a high artillery shot.

Duang!

The man with the digital camera also fainted when his back brain ached.

Highly ejected mustard soda hit the road light pole behind his side and flexed it to the back of his head before it rolled to the ground.

Luke grabbed the remaining bottles of drinks, stuffed them in his own eco-friendly bag and walked out.