Super Detective in the Fictional World

The two little ones at the door were talking, and Luke, Selena, and the gold blocks on the second floor stood silently in the window.

Selena laughed, “Well, some of them don't understand a girl's heart at all. ”

Luke didn't mean it: “The question of principle has nothing to do with gender. Of course, the ways and means can be discussed more. ”

Selena was very interested: "Oh? What would you do? ”

Luke: "Why don't I make a private customized version in minutes? ”

Selena listened to this too perfect answer and stunned for a moment: “… you are a professional indeed. ”

Luke: “Of course, who made me do it? All right, Joseph's coming in. Let's split up. ”

Two men and a dog split apart.

When Joseph went upstairs and looked in the empty living room, he said, “Gold, are you there? ”

Gold barely lifted the dog's head: “Pfft. ”

Joseph went over to plate it a few times and clapped his hands: "Okay, you play yourself, I'm going to take a bath. ”

In the basement, Luke moped his chin: "Game? Looks like we're getting closer to the truth. There's only one truth! ”

After saying the “famous” line, he laughed two times and left it behind and played with his shielded nano helmet.

Mindy and Joseph made a little noise, and sooner or later, he was in no hurry.

Maybe in a few days, they'll tell them everything themselves.

The same is true.

Since it was the first time that a company had been set up, it really didn't take much of a precautionary mind, and Mindy was quickly discovered that they had set up a company.

The corporate names are Nikki and Monica, and the other information matches, which is correct.

This left both Luke and Selena with regrets: they hadn't pushed themselves, and the firm's second commission was almost over.

Everything can only be blamed for the fact that the firm's detective skills are too strong.

……

A few days later, MNJ Software was founded and a little game - Angry Birds - was set up at the Titanium Game Store.

Luke watched Selena and Jinjin play this game smelly, and he didn't know what to say.

This thing is not exactly the same as the last one, but the core play and style are basically the same.

Joseph wanted to do some research, and he talked to Luke about the game.

There are so many people in Luke's past life who have caught the first barrel of gold, and it requires relatively little technology, and the returns are quick - if the game is fun.

Joseph wasn't sure what was funny, but his brother knew.

Luke talked randomly about the approximate patterns of some of the smaller games of his last life, and Joseph, who had a superior memory, apparently remembered them, and then developed a similar game.

And Luke was hilarious.

He had no condition to go this way.

After all, we didn't even have a smartphone in the last few years. It's not easy to sell small games.

Until he makes his own smartphone, he doesn't see the money the game makes.

Turns out my brother picked up a cheap one.

Joseph is not short of money.

His research consumption and information are provided by Luke, without looking for a girlfriend. Children's toys don't make their own interesting things, and the daily allowance is hardly necessary.

And the game was produced by Nikki's registered software company, whose fees were paid for by Damon's account.

So it's obvious that Joseph's technology is in stock, and who makes his brain so much stronger than three "limb developed” girls?

Luke doesn't have a problem with Mindy having a private gang with his brother.

Just so you know, there's nothing strange about D in there.

College girls' dormitories have five groups of four, and this is never a joke.

It is not realistic in itself to want all of us to be close together.

Luke just thinks about it and he understands why Mindy did it.

Or the PDD and Justice League, and the rules remind her: Batman's got so many peripherals, why can't he do one himself?

In safety codes, this has never been banned.

Besides, Bat Squad is basically an old grease bar. Mindy and I don't have a common language. It's not funny.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly much more interesting for her to pull out the little turtles of her age, together with her fellow martial arts classmates to regroup into new groups.

At least she'll be the boss.

Luke almost guessed where it came from and stopped paying attention, leaving it to these little guys to play.

With him, they can't do anything big.

Rich, so confident.

And he didn't know, and when Joseph came home, he sent a message to a man named Handicapped, using his own flying account, that the game was up and you were just waiting for the dividend.

In a bungalow in Nassau County, Skye stopped and wiped her sweat with a towel, picking up her phone and watching.

Spin, she smiled and responded casually: “Just a little help, no dividends needed. ”

On the screen, the “Heavenly One" immediately sent another message: "Cooperation is cooperation. The conditions agreed upon at the time cannot be cancelled at will. ”

Skye shook her head helplessly and had nothing to do with this Iron Girl: "Well, call me when my dividend is up to a million. ”

When she finished sending the message, she threw her phone away and smiled, “Isn't that what you're trying to get me to do with the money to join her group of women? ”

The other side was a girl, and Skye was judging by the conversation.

She doesn't think it's ridiculous that a group of women, for the time being, would run out of a man to recruit.

Mindy on the other side is on the move.

She quickly arrived in the Harlem area in a stealthy battle suit, and the light car entered an old apartment building on a well-known road to reveal herself and rattled a door on the bottom floor.

A moment later, the door opened a stitch: "Bear? ”

Mindy: “Shadow. ”

The signal is on, and the door opens quickly.

Mindy walked in.

Only the living room is lit with a rechargeable energy-saving lamp and the curtains are fully closed.

A 16-7-year-old black teenager watched vigilantly from the curtain crevice for a moment outside the house to rest assured: “No one should follow. ”

Mindy turned a white eye: "Come on, Tyrone, I'm a professional, and who knows you're here? ”

A black teenager named Tyrone shook his head: "You don't know how horrible they are. ”

Mindy: “Can it be worse than the Zithari? Or is it more than Hydra? ”

Tyrone thought seriously and nodded: "Not worse than Hydra. ”

Mindy didn't really believe the answer, so she just asked, "How'd you think about my proposal? ”

Tyrone: “Why me? You know I'm in big trouble. ”

Mindy whispered, “Because I'm not afraid of trouble. ”

Tyrone looked at her unbelievably: "Really? ”

Mindy: "I promise you, as long as it's not your fault, you're not in enough trouble. I'm only asking you who the enemy is. ”