Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke glanced over at the corner vending machine.

Only a young woman in her early twenties was seen holding onto the door of the vending machine with her other hand covered behind her and the five officers wrinkled together.

Her face was blue, her lips were bitten tightly, her tears and nose were all down, and the black shadow flushed out two black tear marks on her cheeks, like a ghost movie lady.

But the woman couldn't cry, and the unimaginable pain spread from the bottom up, half of her abdomen and thigh roots collapsing and pulling toward that point.

She could only open her mouth and breathe out loud.

The woman had a white shirt and a fancy denim vest, and a pair of tight jeans underneath her, which looked stylish.

At this moment, however, her thighs clamped and she continued to tremble, and the raised pork bandaged the brushed blue jeans more and more round.

That's the only way Luke understands why she's a victim.

And her companion, a slightly fat woman in a homewear, was much luckier, and she was anxious to ask what happened to her jeans.

Sometimes it's not lucky to have a good face. Luke could only shake his head slightly and show deep sympathy for it.

Thousands of kills in reality aren't as funny as they are in comics.

A better relationship, so it's easy to be friendly.

Not to mention that it was a strange man who put a heavy hand on a woman, not kidding at all, but filming secretly.

Pick up the camera from the photographer and Luke moves forward with ease.

Whether it's a skinny little man who killed that woman for millennia or this photographer, it's a light red little villain.

He had no burden on knocking them out.

Speaking of which, there must be a lot of women who were "stabbed in the back”, beating them with a concussion is also a way to get justice back for those women.

As he thought about it, he looked at the digital camera documents at random.

I don't know, I was shocked.

From video time, these two guys have filmed the assault of four women from last night until today.

Looking at the women, Luke frowned and walked back under his feet.

Return first to the photographer, who stepped from his hand.

In the clatter, the guy screamed in vague pain, but still didn't wake up.

Then Luke walked over to the skinny little man who was in a coma on the side of the road, stomping his legs between his legs and letting the guy taste the smell of daisy.

Of course, he controls the strength.

Otherwise, the photographer could have amputated his hand without surgery, and the lean little male hip dissociation was normal.

Now, just two people stay in the hospital for a few months.

And they dare to do this again in the future, and they will definitely eat shi when they run away - but they have just been “beaten” by Luke, and they won't have too much luck in the future.

Pack these two guys up, the system actually gave them a total of 100 experience points.

It took two knockouts to give them thirty, and Luke went back to make up the knife for seventy, and apparently the system also thought they deserved it.

Behind her back, those two women, in front of the vending machine, looked at this handsome black trench coat coming and going like a wind, her face stuck.

The victim's jeans forgot the pain for a moment, and came back to God a moment later, only to shout.

Her companion's homewear was woken up: "Geez, are you still in pain? That damn thing got too... eh”

I couldn't help but look at the taller skinny little man over there, and I couldn't help but chill: “He, he's not going to die, is he? ”

The victim's jeans withstood severe pain in the lower body, biting his teeth: "This hentai, it is only good to die. Go, help me home. No police. ”

Home clothes held her for a few steps, or she whispered, “Are you sure you don't want to call the police? ”

The jeans sighed and breathed hard, saying, “What, you want me to take revenge? ”

Just think about it, then smash it, smash it, smile on your face: “So handsome, so cold, and that black trench coat, like the hero in the comics. ”

She nodded consciously under her jeans and found something wrong. She squeezed her arm hard: “What's wrong with you? I'm still in pain. ”

Housewares hurried to apologize, but added: "When I get you home, I'll think about it. Oops, I forgot to take my picture. I'll go to the supermarket owner later and see if I can get to the surveillance. I'm going to record it. ”

Jeans: “Record me a copy. ”

Housewares surprised: “You don't hurt anymore? ”

Jeans: "Ouch, but maybe if I looked at him, I wouldn't hurt! ”

“That makes sense," he said. ”

……

Luke took revenge on all the women, and the cameras were thrown into storage.

Now that it's happening, he can't change the facts either by showing it to Selena.

This video is a case study for Selena's safety training course... right?

Compared to the percentage he just harvested, his productivity increased more than a few times last night.

One day of intelligence reconnaissance makes his operations more targeted.

Prohibited drugs thrown into Tokyo Bay and neon tourism funds put into storage have increased dramatically.

Corresponding to this is the gain of 13,000 experience points.

Without such a harvest, he was not in the mood to buy an eighteen-flavored soda for a dog head.

But compared to “sweat money” in Mexico, neon here is basically just sweat without blood.

A group like that, with several lives on its hands, is the norm in Mexico, and dreams are here in Neon.

In the nests he took away, even a murderous villain could not be found. The evil was piled up by selling illegal drugs.

Luke let a few of his bosses disappear, and the rest of his dick didn't move.

Soon, there may be legends in the Tokyo gang that resemble ghost butchers, but that doesn't matter, and you can wash your son of a suspect.

……

During the day, Luke switched places again to determine Tokyo's topography from the heights.

After nightfall, Tokyo once again rains heavily.

Luke went to brush the batch again until 10 o'clock at night.

As the rain grew, his figure swung out of the corner.

Holding the transparent Katie cat umbrella from that sweet little country, he slowly walked to a large platoon with the stitched eco-friendly bag.

A large platoon of "flat homes" with red neon lights refracts the cloudy night rain out of a circle of light red halos.

This is Shinjuku Yuen, and this is the big platoon that Luke came to.

It's a small number of late night open platoons - everything else is basically indoors.

As Luke stood in front of the big platoon, the bald-headed chef in the kitchen set down his knife and grabbed a snow, white and dry towel to clean his hands a little bit.

At the same time, his slightly lowered head gradually rose, opposite Luke's fourth eye, which stood on his umbrella.

Then he grinned and stood up: “I've heard so much about you, Vic. ”

Luke also laughed and stepped forward, first putting the empty environmental bag on the stage: "Thank you for the bag. Besides, just call me John. ”

Skinny Chef: “Hi, have a seat. Johnson.”

Luke:... thankfully I can't yellow.