Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke grinned and pinched Harry's arms: "Congratulations, you're right, your winner prize has been awarded. ”

She looked at her gripped arms, one of them with a small paralyzed dart.

She was stunned for a moment and her eyes became cloudy: “What is this? ”

Luke chuckled and threw her on the couch: "Guess again, you're right, and I can reward you with another one. ”

In the talking room, he threw a second paralyzed dart at him, shooting at “Simon” a few meters away.

Unlike the calm on the surface, Luke's mind was filled with tremendous confusion, and powerful spiritual perceptions were gathered all over the men and women in the house.

Harry just asked that sentence and couldn't resist being drugged, closing his eyes and falling into complete unconsciousness.

Luke looked at the system and frowned.

Sure enough, the system doesn't give a defeat cue, it just gives a hint of success in rescuing Harry.

He didn't hesitate to throw her and that “Simon” into space two, but there was no new indication.

Luke tapped his toes and opened the door while removing the kind of psychosensory device Tony had made from the storage space.

This thing has been modified to look exactly like a cell phone.

After adjusting it to a maximum detection range of 500 meters, he did find an unusual red dot 300 meters away.

Instead of rushing past the first time, Luke chose the option to record the mental fluctuations and lock them on the LCD screen of the detection device.

A small percentage progress bar appears at the top of the screen, slowly moving from 1% to 5%.

At the same time, a man just 300 meters away opened his eyes for a moment and revealed a surprising look: “What kind of ability is this? It seems to be... testing me? ”

His calm face turned gloomy: that's not good.

He was supposed to stand undefeated and seemed to meet an opponent who could target him.

Thinking so, he turned his eyes and went back to bed.

On the other hand, the man's wife in the next bed was still asleep and had no awareness of her husband's mumbling in the middle of the night.

On Luke's side, he saw the red dot on the screen suddenly disappear, and the progress bar recording the spiritual fluctuations stopped.

He frowned and walked back inside.

After counting the interest, he floated to Tijuana in the north into a state of invisibility.

Over the next few minutes, Luke looked at the red dots that disappeared from time to time on the detection device and the mental fluctuation characteristic progress bar that climbed to 6%, gaining a deep understanding of the level of difficulty of this opponent.

And he knew it was going to be hard to grab Simon this time, because Tijuana was flourishing ahead.

Compared to the narrow, north-south moving beachfront villa belt, Tijuana is a big cake full of people.

Once in there, this weird “Simon” can easily get out of the effective range of the psych probe and even directly into San Diego, USA.

There is a border between the two cities, which is no different for Simon than a city.

Indeed, Simon's red dot disappeared quickly after entering Tijuana.

Faced with a brilliant night view, Luke sighed helplessly at Tijuana, singing the swallow dance, sending Selina a message of temporary closure before wandering around the city fatally.

He's gambling if Simon's paralyzed or out of his mind, hard not to leave the city.

Then maybe there's another chance to try and catch each other.

……

Harry woke up from his sleep and looked at this strange environment in front of him.

It took a while for her to think of a series of things that had happened in those days.

Her face was uncertain and she returned to God after a while before beginning to observe the surrounding environment.

This is still the beach house from last night.

Her little bag is still in the room, and there's a little change in it, as well as tissues and sunscreen and stuff.

No wallet, no passport, not even a cell phone.

Follow Simon, she doesn't need them, and he's naturally not interested in making them.

He just took control of a millionaire and let him come to San Diego overnight on a private plane.

One more member of the Coast Patrol will easily come from the sea to Tijuana.

And the owner of this villa, naturally, is searching for it.

He then temporarily settled here with her.

I go to Tijuana once in a while to shop for dinner, and most of the time I mess with her as an experiment.

In Simon's words, if she wanted to study him and was really involved in studying his project, he would double everything to her.

It's not revenge, it's “bliss” sharing.

Because being studied is a very happy thing for Simon.

Harry now remembers all kinds of weird psychological experiments, and he can't help but tremble.

But what's even scarier is that she's afraid of Simon, and she can't disgust it.

Specifically, she has begun to worship and even worship this devilish man.

As a genius psychologist, Harry knew something was wrong with his spirit.

But she knew better that the problem couldn't be solved by itself, and she didn't want to.

For her today, these spiritual problems are not torture, but the release of the repressed inner self, what is commonly called (valley arrears) hope.

This is also why her attitude towards Simon has changed so rapidly.

Simon didn't create a new personality for her, he just destroyed normal social bondage and made her an unethical person.

So she was free, but she didn't get to call Margaret the first time.

Margaret can't be ridiculous, but it's unnecessary.

But thinking about this simple sister, she couldn't help but think of an idea: tell her, or don't let this guy come looking for me, which is too much trouble.

So she drove to Tijuana at night, easily grabbed the phone in words from a young American, and sent Margaret a video message through the phone.

Then she quietly returned to the beach house to hide completely.

She has to wait here for Simon, and although he's unlikely to be back here, Harry has to wait a month.

Because that clown is probably staring at her too.

Harry thought of that a long time ago, otherwise it was hard to explain why the clown ignored her.

Simon's conversation with the clown that night made it a game.

The game is currently the only two protagonists of the game, and she's just a "tool man”.

But Harry wasn't discouraged.

Perhaps one day, she will change from a chess player to a chess player, and the three of us can play this dangerous and interesting game together!

With this in mind, Harry's heart is overwhelmed by exhilarating (valley arrears) hopes, and they are in the midst of a freshman cheer jump.

She couldn't help but get up and turn on the lights, walked straight to the beach balcony, licked her red lips, and felt the flames inside.

Harry followed the steps down, and the faster he walked, the last one ripped off his robe and plunged into the sea.