Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke hung a transparent umbrella on the hook of the door post, which took him to the stage with his hands on his knees: “Last time I didn't ask, Mr. Pingjia's title on the high table? ”

The bald chef looks exactly right: “Zero. ”

Luke said, “Nice to meet you, Zero. ”

Bald Zero lowered his head again: "Nice to meet you, Night Demon. ”

Luke laughed: "No, please call me John. ”

Zero doesn't mind.

People in this line of work are a lot weirder.

It's not like he didn't call it a freak who killed the whole family right away.

He nodded, “What would you like to eat today? ”

Luke: “Just the pork bone ramen. ”

Zero: “Please wait. ”

Luke grabbed an old silver shell lighter, then a metal cigarette box, opened it and took a cigarette out of it: "Okay? ”

Smiled. “Whatever you want. ”

Of course he won't allow it if it's someone else.

But... people who are capable are always given preferential treatment.

Besides, maybe he's the only chef in the world who can get the Night Demon back to eat ramen again.

More than a year ago, this “honor” might have been nothing.

Because Zero didn't think he'd be worse than Night Demon.

There's nothing to brag about in the killer business that everyone can do to kill ordinary people.

Only by killing professionals can you truly prove your status.

And colleagues, the most professional professionals.

The name of the Mutual Society killer, the industry by default is the existence of the "quasi-legend” beginning.

Sloane is one of the most mysterious of the legendary killers - living to the age of seventy in the killer business, still suppressing a bunch of namesakes, which is even rarer than a legendary killer.

But it was such a top killer organization, with eighteen killers and a leader, Sloane, blocked in the nest by the Night Demon, all killed overnight, and hundreds of heavily armed ordinary killers.

This is coming out.

The Night Demon also changed from the original "suspected” Legendary Killer to the "suspected” Goddess of the Legendary Killer.

Second, in the last two years, superheroes and all sorts of villain monsters have appeared in front of the world's population.

In the killer business, it is recognized that the Night Demon is the one who can fight these extraordinary beings.

Because everyone suspects that the Night Demon is also extraordinary.

What does zero demand when faced with someone like that?

He was polite enough to ask him, "Yes,” and he could only say, "Help yourself.”

Luke threw the lighter lid off, lit the cigarette, took a sip, and put it at the table, letting it burn slowly.

A gust of wind blows from the outside, the red dots of the cigarette butts are bright and dark, and a little soot falls with the wind.

Zero focus on ramen.

This is the most serious thing he's done in years.

But even so, less than ten minutes of hot ramen served.

Luke bounced at will, and the table flew along the cigarette butt of the only remaining filter into the beach outside the door, and the last bit of red light went out instantly.

After holding the chopsticks, he ate the noodles slowly.

Like other foods, he seemed impatient, but ate it in two minutes, drinking even noodle soup.

Put the bowl down and Luke nods: “This is the best food I've ever had in Tokyo. ”

Zero's eyes revealed joy: "Thank you, Your Excellency. ”

Luke touched a handkerchief out of his pocket and rubbed his mouth: "Zero, for the sake of this bowl, let me ask you one last question. ”

Zero's face was solemnly raised: “Go ahead. ”

Luke pulled his handkerchief back into his trench coat pocket and asked softly, "Can you accept that if you never take the initiative to kill anybody from now on and focus on being a promising cook? ”

Zero silence.

He looked at the knife on the case board and took a long time to breathe out: “I accept. But I want you to officially fight me once, please! ”

The corner of Luke's mouth curls slightly: “You'll die. ”

And then he bowed, “Please make sure you give me this opportunity, please. ”

Luke: “Time and place. ”

Zero: “Now, here. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: “Are you sure? ”

Zero also laughed: "Sure. ”

In the talking room, he held a kitchen knife in his hands and placed it on the table in front of Luke: "This is your weapon, okay? ”

Luke dropped his gaze on the kitchen knife and nodded momentarily: “Yes. ”

Zero extended left hand indication: “Please. ”

Luke raised his gaze: "You first! Otherwise you wouldn't have had a chance to pick up that knife. ”

Zero's right hand moves slightly, next to it is the little knife he cut the fish with.

Compared to the 25-cm-long kitchen knife in front of Luke, the knife looks old and old, only about 15-cm-long.

By way of analogy, Luke, this is the adult model, and the zero is the elementary school model.

But for a professional expert, it is the right and familiar that is the strongest weapon.

Zero's eyes flashed and his mouth whispered: "Thank you. ”

The scene was quiet, and three seconds later, his right hand instantly blurred.

The old knife that was grabbed pulled out a gray trajectory under the light, if any, and cut it to Luke's neck.

The cold light passed away.

That's when the zero knife came out of Luke's neck.

The gray knife is less than a centimeter from the neck, but this is the limit of zero attack range.

If he wants to go any further, his movements will deform, and deformation will slow down, and the knife that slows down will have no chance of touching Luke.

Zero choices take this near-perfect knife and continue to finish until your arms return to your side.

He looked down and looked again at the kitchen knife that Luke had on the table and smiled bitterly: "How hard did you do? ”

Luke twisted his head and said, "Half. ”

“It's only half.” A frank sigh of zero tone: “Thank you for your teachings. ”

Luke turned slightly: “Yo, Zero King. ”

A smile appeared on his face: "Yoo-hoo, Johnson. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly fell on the table.

A dark red gushed from his neck, spreading over a clean kitchen table.

Luke took out the cigarette case again, lit a smoke and spit out a cigarette ring.

He doesn't smoke in this life, but he smokes in the last.

Watching the cigarette ring rise, he put the cigarette along the table in front of zero: "Have a safe journey on Huangquan Road! ”

After that, he got up and picked up the clear umbrella hanging by the door pillar and slowly walked into the red mist outside the door.

In the large platoon, there was no sound, only a moment of water wind blew in, and the cigarette in front of zero bald head flashed uncertainly.

Suddenly, a slightly stronger wind swept in.

It only burned a small half of the cigarettes rolled up along the table and fell to the floor.

One foot stepped in at this point and instantly crushed it to the sole of his shoe, making a drunken noise: "Pingjiasan, here we go again. Um, are you sleeping, Pine Son? Ah ~ ~ ~"