Super Detective in the Fictional World

Looking at the fierce circle of fire that burned all over the land, all the reporters immediately realized that the Dark Knight was in such a state of emergency that the circle of fire emitted by Joker was dangerous.

Think about it, these little witches are more obvious, and Joker is going to let the Dark Knight choose one, and if he wants to chase him, he's going to give up saving his own people's lives.

The Dark Knight, who targets Batman for cosplay, will not let them burn in any way.

So he's destined to not catch joker today, not even... ever.

In this way, the knight always needs to be stronger to let joker play this hand.

But Joker is extremely good at playing with people and doing whatever he can.

It's so painful to want to be a good person in this world.

When you think about it, the hearts and minds of the journalists can't help but be deeply thankful: this is cosplay Batman to the ultimate loyal fan, you can protect yourself and rely on Batman's spirit in heaven to protect you!

Well, have to go to Batman's fan website tomorrow for a fragrance.

As for the Dark Knight, he left as soon as he had saved his life. He didn't say a word of crap.

It was this silent rhetoric, the silent act of saving people's lives, that touched the journalists.

If they were themselves, they'd have to stay for a few words and fry up some heat.

That's why they're the Dark Knights. They're just reporters.

……

Three minutes later, Luke walked into Kowloon Tang Tea Restaurant.

A waiter at the door who is cleaning his desk is very distinctive and doesn't play the American waiter's manners at all.

He didn't lift his head. He just lifted his eyes slightly and said lightly: "What do you want? ”

Luke likes to say hello in such a straightforward way: "I'm looking for someone.” The head never goes back to the innermost.

When we found Selena, each dog hid in the corner in a casino, eating and drinking.

When I saw him come, the gold swayed his tail, even if the process was over.

Selena handed over the menu directly to the side: "Point it yourself. ”

The menu at this tea restaurant is too complicated for her to hold and she can only let the big gourmet come alone.

Luke just glanced at what was on the table and shook his head helplessly: "Hong Kong style tea restaurant, you don't even order Faithful. ”

Selena: "emumu ~ what run? ”

Luke was too lazy to talk, he swept through the menu quickly, and just greeted him with a little book, and the indifferent waiter brother came over.

He just held the menu in front of him and lit his finger on it: "This, this...”

Waiter Xiao's face was full of surprises, but he habitually wrote down a long list of nearly twenty foods, desserts and beverages.

Luke didn't give him a chance to talk, just a faint “three copies each," listened to him repeat the menu, waved the sign and could back off.

In this Hong Kong style tea restaurant, time is money.

Guests are quick and talk less, never upset the waiter, but relieve them.

Luke probably knows a little bit about ordering "black words" like "pretty girl”, “eggs”, "flying sand milk”, “flying oil”, “double buttons”, but he doesn't need them, and he's lazier.

Most Chinese dishes are not picky anyway, and they are no better than regular American food.

Fortunately, it's almost 10pm and the peak dining season at the tea restaurant has passed.

Otherwise, the waiter's attitude would be a little worse.

It is also impossible for two people and one dog to use a card holder, because there will definitely be someone to put the table together.

The waiter will also use the closing plate to remind overtime Guests, "You may leave now."

When the waiter left, Selena asked, "Over there, is that it? ”

Luke knew what she said about the Life Foundation and nodded: "Find a few more people and wipe your tail completely, and you'll be fine. ”

Selena: "How many of its kind?” Her eyes glanced at the dog's head.

Luke: “There are two missing, and you're going to have to tell the department to keep an eye out. They don't know each other well enough to make a little noise. ”

After a brief conversation, the waiter sent up a pile of food.

Then, for the first time, he saw what he called a "human flesh turning machine.”

The speed at which the two of them eat is just faster and more precise than his meal delivery.

Even the empty tableware was neatly stacked aside so that he could send a batch to take away a stack without delay.

Of course, Waiter Brother misunderstood a little.

What really eats fast is some dog's head eating big and fast under the table.

It gets up quickly and swallows a table of food with all the dishes in one bite.

There was this food regulator, and Luke and I ate it very leisurely.

……

Eddie's stubbornness didn't last long, and on the third day after the war at the Life Foundation Research Building, he signed a PDD temporary employment agreement.

More precisely, it was a few years of social experience that forced him to endure the urge to sign the contract that night.

In fact, if Selena could have waited that night for him to read the terms of the contract, he might have signed it.

I can't help it, Luke. They're giving too much.

As a temporary PDD worker, his base salary is $100,000 a year.

For a reporter in the online red column, this treatment is appealing enough…

Because this is the base wage, it is equal to a living allowance for drought and flood protection.

But this alone, at best, is living a good life among ordinary people, and those who are a little ambitious must be unhappy.

So, the real focus —— commission and intelligence bonuses -- is the focus.

Each time a commission is completed, or valuable information is provided, there are different levels of bonuses, a minimum of 1,000, a maximum of… no limit.

As illustrated in the agreement, if Eddie found out that the Life Foundation was kidnapping homeless people to experiment, he could get a thousand bucks if he gave the information to PDD.

Symbiotic intelligence, even more so, is 500,000.

When Eddie saw this place, he knew he was stable.

Who is he, Eddie? An emotional American West Coast news mining machine.

Ever since he powdered Batman, he's been focused on the black business for two years.

No, it's intelligence. He's got dozens of them now.

More importantly, he used to spend a lot of time investigating, finding iron evidence, writing articles, and fully promoting the negative energy of society in order to do a column.

Now he can report as much as he finds out, and it's not hard to report three or five a month. Realization efficiency and credit are dozens of times higher than in previous newspapers.

And in PDD, not every black material is worth a thousand, but at least a thousand.

Eddie feels that with his ability to do black materials, coupled with the “Venom Card Plugin” that just came online, it's not necessarily possible to meet 100,000 grades, but 350,000 is definitely not difficult to do black materials of this grade.

As a columnist, he exposed the most heinous villains and made it difficult for them to accept legal sanctions.

So what he really expects is that one day his story will be seen by Bat Squad and superheroes will have the best direct airborne cruelty.

Now, he's got a direct black material channel for black cat girls, so fuck the useless columns.

What stylistic two blossoms, doesn't exist! The biggest dream of an angry journalist is to let those villains blossom directly.