Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Luke and the young employee arrived at the garage. The young employee signaled: "Your car is here. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛"

Luke pointed to the driver's seat: "Drive, take me out."

Young employee: "Ah?"

A moment later, a longer version of Lincoln opened the garage.

Throwing the US knife to the first officer, he said, "Okay, park your car in the underground parking lot in front."

He won't use the car, but just to save time, just spend the money to open the manager.

When he got to the underground parking lot, he drove away the young employee who got the last roll of extra money. He threw the car keys directly into Lincoln's locker.

Anyway, the young employee said that the car rental agency has a positioning system. When the time comes, they will naturally find it. He does not need to bother to return the car in this false identity.

On boarding the nearby second-hand Polonez, Luke headed southeast.

Looking at the laptop, Miss Bess's Mercedes-Benz sports car passed by the corner of his mouth: "Decisively a wayward young lady."

Along the way, his mood was relatively relaxed.

There was no absolute goal in this operation. Whether Miss Bess had an accident is also in doubt.

In the open windows, the breath of summer is blowing, and the scenery of Poland in July is quite beautiful.

The roadside is green everywhere, and occasionally there are some buildings with orange-red roofs and white beige walls, or square or round cute shapes, making them look like small castles in fairy tale books, full of dreams Breath.

Luke could only sigh and couldn't stay.

In fact, Warsaw's cultural beauty and art atmosphere are no worse than Paris, and it is also an art capital that many painters like to come to.

If you have time, you can come back and play here for two days. He thought so.

At night, Luke threw used Polonez in Poland, quietly crossed the border and entered Slovakia.

From the storage space, he got a pedal bike in Vespa, which was a second-hand item bought with Boronez. He entered Slovakia more than 100 kilometers all the way.

A street sign finally appeared not far away-"Natural Hot Springs, Nolia Town Scenery, Welcome!"

He turned around and drove down the small road.

After traveling for dozens of minutes, I arrived at a small town. Like many European towns, it is old and small, full of art and culture.

Luke rode a motorcycle and passed through the street unhurriedly, analyzing various scent lines in the air and slowly passing through the town.

At the eastern edge of the town, he turned off the small pedal.

Looking at a dark, dark forest, those tall trees or straight or curved, in the night are full of shadows, as scary as monsters.

Luke didn't stop and walked straight into the woods.

Walking out of the tens of meters, a small bonfire was burning in a pit, with occasional beeping sounds. The side of the fire was a small shed piled with various metal boards, about twenty or thirty.

Luke kept walking and went into the pit.

The sound of gurgling came, and there were children in the small sheds.

They are male and female, large and small, the number is about seven or eight, but the oldest is not in their early tens, and the youngest seems to be only five or six years old.

The children stared at Luke in silence, and no one snored.

Luke finally said: "I want to ask some news. Three American girls, in their early twenties, appeared here yesterday to today."

Silence continued around.

Luke felt it in his pocket, and an extra roll of green money in his hand was thrown directly to a boy about ten years old: "Remuneration."

The boy responded quickly, grabbed the roll of US knife, tore off the rubber band, and quickly drew it with his hand.

Then he looked up: "This is not enough money."

Luke laughed lightly and threw another roll of knife over.

The boy caught it and nodded after checking it again: "Ok, we've seen these three women. They came here to soak in the hot spring yesterday, and went east in the afternoon."

Luke raised an eyebrow, took out a roll of beautiful knives from his pocket, and tossed gently in his hand: "Height and appearance are dressed in clothes, as long as you can say that's yours."

The boy turned his eyes and nodded, "No problem. A square face with black hair, a pointed face with blonde hair, and one ... a little bit old, with a lot of wrinkles on his forehead, why ..."

Luke suddenly stepped back, shoved the banknotes in his pocket, stretched his hands, and grabbed the necks of the two big boys behind him.

The iron bars held up by the two big boys fell to the ground, waving their limbs in the air in horror.

Luke grinned. "Good, I like the unruly people the most."

Throwing away the two older children, he drew under his armpit, a p226 appeared in his hand, and aimed at the child who collected the money: "Now tell me where the three girls are, or you will die first. "

At this point, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "There are a lot of people. If you don't say one, just change one. I think there are always people here who want to live."

As he said, he raised the three fingers of his left hand: "I count three times, and I will ask someone else if I don't answer!"

"One……"

"I said." The boy pointed at the gun immediately called.

"Yes, you will answer quickly." Luke nodded with satisfaction, stepped forward and picked him up, and walked more than ten meters away.

However, the muzzle of p226 in his hand kept facing the bonfire.

After more than ten minutes, Luke's inquiry was over.

He reached out and took out the two rolls of beautiful knives he had given from the pocket of the child's head, and then took out the rolls of beautiful knives he had put back from his pocket.

Shake these three rolls of knife in front of the child's head, and Luke throws one of them back to the child.

"Look, I'm a credible person." The muzzle in his hand pointed at the child's head: "I'll give you a good reward."

Although life-threatening, the child's gaze involuntarily turned to the remaining two rolls of beautiful knives.

Luke sighed: "This is punishment. Did you make a $ 400 business for the original $ 1,2200 business, do you feel bad?"

Looking at the annoyance in the child's eyes, he was satisfied.

Regret is also a kind of punishment, and the taste is long-lasting and unforgettable.

He held the muzzle and knocked on the child's head: "Maybe the next four hundred dollars is for your companions, so you won't need it."

Having said that, he turned and walked out of the woods.

A group of children watched his back disappeared ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ before looking at the banknotes in the hands of the children, they all felt a kind of heartache: just three volumes! It's a roll now. This is a beautiful knife!

The child noticed the eyes of his companions, and shouted angrily: "Don't we all do this before? And he asked for information about the group, why didn't you just tell him?"

All the children trembled, and bowed their heads without saying a word.

After the child said this, his heart was still in his heart. 8)

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