Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke was alone with Daisy, and he used the Beidou clone, so there was no scruples.

After finding a clean restaurant for afternoon tea, he took the monitor that Daisy was holding.

After feeding Daisy a cup of tea and snacks, and after asking about Dr. Shavig's current situation, he quietly put the monitor back in Daisy's bag and sent her back to her residence.

Watching Daisy enter the building, Luke started the car, still somewhat satisfied.

The monitor was built by Dr. Jane and Dr. Shavig together. It is not top-notch in terms of raw materials, and it certainly cannot be compared with a rich man like Luke.

However, both of them have unique insights and research on the theory and practical application of Einstein-Rosen Bridge (also known as Wormhole).

In addition, the monitoring algorithm can be integrated into Luke's monitoring system.

After driving out for a while, Luke finished adjusting the monitoring algorithm and suddenly felt like he had forgotten something.

What did you forget?It must be insignificant, but it's today's business again... Luke frowned and looked back through his memories.

A few seconds later, his expression relaxed: "It turned out to be the intern of Daisy. He seems to have been forgotten over the factory."

It was six o'clock in the evening, and he shook his head: "A person so big, with a phone, a wallet, and a car, can come back by himself, so I don't need to remind Daisy."

Thinking like this, Luke left the intern behind.

Daisy on the other side went upstairs and entered the room, lying on the sofa, and exhaling contentedly.

Indulged in a high-end afternoon tea. Although the handsome guy accompanying him was a bit old, he was still pleasing to the eye, and chatting with him was also fun.

It's a pity that Jane didn't know what went wrong!

Dr. Shavig who wanted to find her didn't know where he went, even his own intern...Well, wait where is that intern?Daisy suddenly thought of someone who had been forgotten for hours.

Emmm~ He should know the caller, right?Thinking about it this way, she decisively gave up thinking about the question of the intern, and continued to think of the good afternoon tea time.

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The next day, London was fairly calm.

Luke stood outside the police station, looking at the flock of birds in the sky, and nodded thoughtfully: "Well, it's not a dove. It's... a starling."

European starlings are winter migratory birds and migrate to the warm Mediterranean region every autumn.

Today is November 10th, and the beginning of winter has passed in the Chinese lunar calendar, and the beginning of winter has begun.

The flock of European starlings did not know where they were "transported" to London.

Just as he looked up at the birds, Daisy and the hapless intern Ian got off the bus not far away and rushed over.

"Wilson, I'm sorry, have you waited a long time?" Daisy said breathlessly.

Luke lowered his head, then lowered his head, and glanced at the sharp ups and downs: "It's okay, I just arrived."

The body of Power 120 is ridiculously strong, and sleeping is a rare enjoyment for him. He must control his body forcibly every day to make him fall asleep barely for an hour.

Therefore, the third-level clone wandered around London after getting up early in the morning, and it didn't matter to wait for someone.

The three of them walked into the police station. He casually asked, "How do you get on the bus?"

Daisy said with a bitter face: "The car is still there. The intern lost the key yesterday. He almost lost himself."

Luke didn't care about the interns at all, he just said, "I will send you back later."

Coming to the front desk of the temporary custody, Daisy went up and said that Dr. Shavig would be released on bail. Luke paid out two thousand pounds of bail.

The poor Daisy and the interns couldn't get the money, so they could only ask him for help, and Dr. Shavig would repay it afterwards.

But the help was just smooth, and Luke himself wanted to observe the Dr. Shavig, who was said to be "crazy".

If he can still work, let him continue to study the spatial chaos in London.

Mental illness?It doesn't matter at all.

The genius scientists in Marvel get this as standard-especially before they become villain bosses.

The front desk officer scanned Daisy and the intern back and forth: "Who is a relative, come and sign."

The intern stood there with a dull look and did not respond.

Daisy pressed his elbow to his waist, a murderous smile on her face: "Hurry up and sign your father out, classmate Shavig."

Suddenly, the intern stammered at the police officer and laughed: "Ah, yes, Eric Shavig should be my dad."

The police officer was expressionless, and just pushed the register in his hand: Seeing the child's neurotic appearance, has the mental illness been inherited?

Luke watched silently, without using superpowers or making a phone call to get people out.

After all, this was only a matter of half an hour through normal procedures, and Dr. Shavig was not about to die in the cell immediately.

On the contrary, the arrested doctor had a good time inside.

There is no need to eat or drink, and there is no need to wind and sun and freeze like before. You can also teach quantum mechanics classes to your companions in the detention room.

After a while, Dr. Shavig was taken to the front desk.

His upper body is a gray and thick sweater that doesn't fit, and the style is old, looking like donated old clothes.

A pair of dark blue football shorts on his lower body, and men’s stockings and leather shoes under his bare calf.

Coupled with the expressionless face and dull eyes, it looked like a handicapped person.

Daisy forced a smile and waved her hands: "Hey, Dr. Shavig."

"Huh?" Dr. Shavig looked up blankly, not trying to remember her at all.

Sure enough, she was a scientific maniac, and even women with such great advantages as Daisy could forget.Luke complained.

After a while, after Daisy reported himself to Dr. Jane’s house, his sluggish gaze became bright: "It's you, Daisy? It's great to see you."

Saying that he was like an aggrieved baby, hugging Daisy, almost croaking.

Shavig: "How did you find me?"

The intern nearby picked up the doctor's personal belongings and couldn't help but interrupt after hearing the words: "You are on the TV news. We have seen the one at Stonehenge Guoben."

Daisy gritted her teeth, feeling that she was facing two companions whose brains were not enough at the same time, really desperate: "That classmate, don't hurry up and pack your "daddy" things, so we can send him home."

After a while, the four of them got into Luke's car and returned to Dr. Shavig's apartment in Zuo, London.

As a world-renowned scientist-Gobanna news is not included, Dr. Shavig still has some sort of prestige.

In fact, he can get a certain amount of research sponsorship from Stark Group every quarter.

The wealth is not big enough, but it is better than most research fellows who are frugal.

It is that the investment in research funding is not enough, because the research funding of scientists will never be enough.

When Dr. Shavig returned to normal after a shot of mentally resisting Dr. Shavig and went to change clothes, Luke casually picked up a few silver-gray long rod instruments that the intern had brought back.

At five o'clock yesterday morning, Dr. Shavig was riding this "scientific wand" "made by his own hands" at Stonehenge.

When he was arrested, he still yelled that this is the "artifact" to save the world.