Super Detective in the Fictional World

New website: Tokyo is an interesting place.

Luke finds it interesting not because of its prosperity, but because of its large population.

As soon as there are more people, there will be more various things and more crimes, and experience points will naturally be seen everywhere.

Some are really overkill, others are weird.

Luke did a good job lightly and well, hiding in the dark, far from a small ice bead thrown in the past.

In the storage space, there are as many ice **** as this batch manufacturing.

Pick and throw, destroy automatically.

This was not used before, mainly because it was not heavy enough, and had a long range and easily floated.

But with the primary accuracy of the target eye, combined with powerful power, within 50 meters, it will never hit headshot when knocked.

It's not that he sympathizes with criminals, but ordinary crimes have also made headshots. That's not the same as the keyboard judges of the previous life, who started to die indefinitely.

It's the most worrying about knocking things out.

In Tokyo, drunks who hit the street in the middle of the night are also common.

As for whether these "drunk" criminals will be violated by other people, it is not a question for Luke to worry about.

This good deed is too covert, neither the criminal nor the victim saw the little ice bead in the dark.

Many ghost stories circulated in Tokyo the next day. Some were told by criminals, and some were told by victims. After thinking about it, both parties were scared.

Following Los Angeles and New York, Luke made persistent efforts and added a horror urban legend to Tokyo.

He didn't feel it at all, just watching the system added more than 6,000 experience points overnight.

Of course, criminals who knocked on the street could not get such a high score, but one night they took three drug dens along the way.

Without accumulating steps, thousands of miles away, the ancients would not deceive me. Luke looked at the view from the window, his mouth cocked, and took a sip of coffee.

"Ah, are you an actor?" A girl's voice was uploaded from him.

Luke turned his head: "No. Besides, I don't take a group photo or exchange phone numbers. Thank you."

After speaking, he turned his head again, and ignored the twenty-seven girls who came up to talk this morning.

Although it was interesting to be talked by female guests in the maid cafe, it was only interesting.

If I had to say it, the girl I met yesterday to this day was the one in the white skirt who barely accepted him.

But his taste is getting higher and higher, he is really not interested in having fun in Neon.

A single Max on the side of New York alone can turn 99.99% of women in neon into a **** based on that "absolute height".

The big guy who is used to eating two heads of abalone is hardly interested in ten heads and twenty heads.

As for the maid ... Luke couldn't help sighing.

It can only be said that when the second dimension becomes the third dimension, the illusion is always too easy to be broken.

Even if this one he chose was already the most expensive and the best maid coffee shop in Akihabara, the quality of the maid can only be said to be OK.

And most of the other "maids" he saw along the way in Akihabara hadn't met him by the roadside. The quality of his sister's paper was high-quality-it was difficult for a girl with poor conditions to have the courage to meet him.

Of course, the overall level of these "maids" is much higher than that of ordinary neon women, which is sufficient for otakus and tourists.

On the other hand, the drinks and food in this maid's cafe are equally sloppy.

The coffee material is not bad, the barista's skill is not clear, but the technique of pulling flowers is not bad, that is, the taste is not "American" like Luke.

He ordered a blue mountain, a cappuccino.

Blue Mountain ordered it for himself.

As we all know, Neon people monopolize more than half of the production of real Blue Mountain coffee beans.

Luke thought maybe they had any unique skills in making Blue Mountain coffee?

As a result ... he didn't drink any famous dishes, and it felt similar to the coffee machine products in the police station.

Cappuccino is sweet and creamy.

This is what Daiselina tasted. With just one sip, someone immediately helped her refuse to drink a second sip.

Finally, there is the legendary love egg bun rice.

The little maid who was the cutest in the shop asked with little eyes staring at him, and he hesitated when he wanted to draw a pattern of ketchup for omelet rice: "Anything?"

The little maid's heart was all on his face, and she just nodded subconsciously after hearing the words: "Yes, master, our craft is very good."

Luke nodded and groaned for two seconds. "Then draw a flying wing Gundam Zero EW."

Little maid: (; ′ ⌒`)?

Luke looked at her expression and nodded regretfully: "It doesn't seem to work, then what about attacking Liberty Gundam?"

Little maid: (つ ﹏?)!

Luke reluctantly: "Never mind, you can draw one."

"Okay, master." The little maid went away in a complicated mood.

It didn't take long for her to bring in the omelet rice again, and stared at him intently: "Master, this pattern ... are you still satisfied?"

Luke looked at the cute Hello Kitty + heart shape above, and no longer played the nasty "singing for two seconds", but nodded slightly, expressing his approval.

This is to say satisfaction, that too underestimated someone who likes to study cooking.

To be dissatisfied is actually a bit unfair.

He came into this coffee shop with a house style. Strictly speaking, the taste of drinks and food is not its selling point, but the girl's paper is beautiful enough to be coquettish.

Luke also wanted to experience the "resorts" that the otakus brag about in his last life, so he didn't choose several other coffee or food shops.

That's it for tourism.

If you want to taste the beautiful food, you naturally have to bear the result of "being better known", and most of them are the result.

When walking out of the coffee shop, Luke gave a tip to the lovely little maid directly.

Lest she look at the omelet rice with tears in tears.

And Luke refused her proposal to take a group photo at the beginning-in his face now, wasn't the group photo giving away a white ticket!

So he chose to give enough tips.

Where did Fukuzawa Yukichi (10,000 yen) come from? Certainly sponsored by enthusiastic societies in Tokyo.

Rather than packing more than ten cubic Franklins (one hundred dollars) in the space, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was harvested last night, was less satisfied with a suitcase.

For one night, this amount of money is really not enough ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but these days he can get a little money from a drug dealer in Tokyo, and the tourism food fund in Japan should be fine.

He has nowhere to go from the coffee shop for the time being.

There are many views of Tokyo, but he is also interested in cherry blossoms and maid cafes.

The rest of the shrines and temples are completely unattractive, as are modern landmarks like Tokyo Tower.

So he honestly found a high-end cafe on the top of the building, and found a window seat in the corner alone.

There aren't many passers-by here, and women don't come here to chat.

Moreover, the drone signals are better.

With the high position, the two contrast, so that he is familiar with the terrain of Tokyo.

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