Super Detective in the Fictional World

Kritch attaches great importance to the secret research institute and the Ishichida family.

In fact, he wondered what kind of project the Institute was working on to bring Shiro Ishichida of Kichi back to life.

Shiro Ishichida is really dying of old age, not of illness, according to the information received by Kritch.

If the Institute wants to save lives, it's going to give the old man more life.

How many people don't like this stuff? Especially those who hold power in their hands, like Kritch, and have a lot of wealth, will not be indifferent.

And that's why he thinks the secret institute is so important to the United States.

And Luke wasn't very interested in increasing life expectancy.

After all, he has Kunlun gastronomy and dragonbones that are safe and have no side effects, and life number one, which needs long-term research to verify, also has longevity effects.

However, he was interested in the secret research institute and, of course, had to facilitate a meeting between the two parties as soon as possible and, in the meantime, gather some information for the clean-up institute.

To think of it, he sent a message to Ivan from Beidou, with an address on it.

That's the safe house he spent the last two days in, with a psychic remote control terminal.

Ivan can “go online” there.

Ivan's ears moved after a crisp chirp in a luxury suite at a Dingshan Creek hot-spring hotel and woke up half asleep and half awake.

Pushing away his warm body from both sides of the building, he rolled over and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

When he came to the bathroom, he pressed and pressed the circular control key on his phone to align his eyes with the screen, through fingerprint verification and iris verification.

The phone entered the hidden interface and a new message appeared on the screen.

He lit it.

For a moment, the tech guy's super powers didn't use a pen or a password book, and he combined certain letters on the information in his brain to get an address.

Breathe out, he closes the hidden interface, walks out of the bathroom, and quickly puts on his clothes.

When he saw the two women in bed, he smashed them and smashed their mouths. He couldn't help but think of what someone said about "service fees”.

So he took 20,000 each from a Hermes Chanel bag by the bed and smiled with satisfaction: “Finally, it's my turn to take the rich woman's money. ”

“sugar, yes, please. Won 'tyoucomeandputitdownonme..." Ivan hummed the song and slackened out the door.

……

At night, Luke arrived at the Institute at a junction in Platinum Taiwan, Meguro District, Tokyo.

He didn't get out of the car, just called to let him know he could go to Shichida's house.

Luke instructed his driver to drive and was surprised that the director of the institute did have character and had no face for Neon Grounder Snake Kritch.

He's not Kritch, he's not angry at all, he's happy.

It's not always a little grocery fish if you don't give Kritch face, is it?

The higher the tone, the higher the score, which is likely.

Besides, the institute has at least a thousand lives, and even lower is tens of thousands, and Luke certainly has to give this big fish face.

Soon, the two cars drove back and forth into a traditional neon courtyard in Platinum Taiwan.

Luke's art cells can't, but he also knows that the courtyard is not easy to clean up, and maintenance costs can bankrupt the average little rich man.

And in a high-end residential neighborhood like Platinum Taiwan, with a courtyard this big, it's much higher than having a building.

When he got off in the courtyard, Luke found himself dumped as a fake minister again.

The lab car didn't go all the way with him and went straight to the other side.

Luke picks out the eyebrows: Kritch, this idiot, doesn't even know there's deep private communication between the two sides? Damn it on my own, totally stupid.

Both sides let Kritch show up here and say it sounds good as a guarantor, and that it sounds bad as a “collateral”.

The idea of the institute is that we're pressing Minister Graham, and if something goes wrong, you can handle it.

With this image in mind, Luke wanted to laugh.

Two young maids in kimonos stopped in doubt and looked at him suddenly standing, looking up at the night sky: "Sir, please go this way. ”

The night sky of Tokyo, with its neon glow, does not see the stars in the sky.

Luke lowered his head and pushed his yellow polarizer, smiling: "Oh, okay. ”

Above the night sky, an invisible medium drone is cruising slowly, controlling a large number of microdrones and monitoring all over the courtyard.

Two hundred meters away, on a five-story small building, a transparent shadow was also watching, sending a message to Luke: a little crowded and scattered, not easy to kill.

Luke smiled and returned a message: because this is not the target, please don't be so aggressive.

Ivan fought in arrears and didn't say another word.

He's free.

Bat squads never target innocent people, and there's a lot of regular servants and staff in there who can't kill him all.

The maids dressed in kimonos, he was a little blind: "How can you cover up so much? Yeah, but there's nothing else in those two robes today. It's the same style as the suit. Find a nice exam later? ”

Luke doesn't know. Now that Ivan is a man who has gone completely astray, he's bored to think about it.

He was following two maids to a tea room.

The maid opened the door and told him to take off his shoes and go in.

Luke looked indoors and picked a frown: "There's no chair here? ”

The maid froze and hesitated a little: "Well, I don't think so. ”

Luke said, “Oh, I've been walking to Wei's feet lately, please get me a mat. ”

The maids looked at each other, but took out a mat.

Luke grabbed the mat and put it on the edge of the corridor, sitting right outside the tea room.

The corridor is 40 cm from the ground of the courtyard and feels almost like a stool.

He nodded satisfied: "Well, tea's ready. ”

Maid: "… please wait, sir. ”

When the next maid turned around and left, the other stood a few meters away, silent.

Luke didn't mean to make a scene, but he was very uncomfortable sitting and kneeling.

And it wasn't a good choice for him to take off his shoes.

His shoes are private handmade nano-armor kits, how could they be handed over to each other?

Whatever the guest is, it's bullshit.

He was picked up tonight as Minister Creech, a little dissatisfied and normal.

If they can sit here, they should know better.

Soon, the tea came up.

The other party clearly knew that Minister Ke was not in a good mood and did not make any more neon tea ceremonies to ignore him. Instead, he served the black tea that Europeans and Americans were used to, accompanied by fresh milk and sugar.

From this, it can be seen that the Shichida family is not unprepared.

If they obey their arrangement, they will not give preferential treatment because he is good.

Luke poured himself a cup of tea and smiled: "Neon, do you finally remember me as your American father?"