Super Detective in the Fictional World

Latest website: Luke hung the transparent umbrella on the hook of the doorpost, and then he sat in front of the stage and put his hands on his knees.

The bald chef looked positive: "Zero."

Luke bowed his head: "Happily, zero."

Bald zero bowed his head again: "Fortunately, Night Demon."

Luke laughed. "No, please call me John."

Zero to nothing.

There are many quirks in this industry.

It's not a freak who didn't call his name and killed the whole family immediately.

He nodded. "What would you like to eat today?"

Luke: "Just tonkotsu ramen."

Zero: "Please wait."

Luke took out an old silver-shell lighter, then a metal cigarette case, opened it and took out a cigarette from it: "Can you?"

With a small smile: "You feel free."

If it was someone else, of course he would not allow it.

But ... people who have the ability can always get preferential treatment.

What's more, the chef who can make the Night Devils return and eat ramen again, maybe he is the only one in the world.

This "honor" may not be much of a year ago.

Because of the zero at that time, I didn't think that I would be worse than the night demon.

In the killer industry, everyone can do ordinary people. There is nothing to brag about.

Only by killing professionals can you really prove your status.

And peers are the most professional professionals.

The name killer of the Mutual Aid Society, the industry defaults to the existence of "quasi-legendary".

Sloan is even more mysterious than the legendary killer-he can live to the age of 70 in the killer industry, and still can suppress a lot of famous killers, which is more rare than the legendary killer.

But it is such a top-level killer organization. Eighteen killers and leader Sloan were blocked by the night demon in the old nest. They were all killed overnight, and they also joined a hundred armed ordinary killers.

It gradually spread.

The night demon has also changed from the "suspected" legendary killer to a "suspected" **** beyond the legendary killer.

Secondly, in the last two years, superheroes and various villain monsters appeared on the scene and appeared in front of people all over the world.

In the killer industry, it is recognized that the one who can fight with these extraordinary existences is the night demon.

Because everyone suspects that the Night Devil is also an extraordinary existence.

Faced with such a person, what does zero energy require?

The other party could ask him politely, "Can you?" He could only say "Please feel free".

Luke shook off the lighter lid, lit the cigarette, took a sip, and set it at the table, letting it burn slowly.

A gust of wind blew from the outside, the red point of the cigarette **** was dim, and a little bit of soot fell with the wind.

Ramen noodles are made with intent.

This is the most serious thing he has done in years.

But even so, the hot ramen was served in less than ten minutes.

Luke bounced around, and the cigarette **** with the filter left on the table flew into the water beach outside the door, and the last red light went out instantly.

After taking the chopsticks, he unhurriedly ate the bowl of noodles.

Like eating other foods, he didn't move quickly, but finished it within two minutes, and even drunk the noodle soup.

Putting down the bowl, Luke nodded. "This is the best food I've had in Tokyo."

There was joy in Zero's eyes: "Thank you for your compliment."

Luke found a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth: "Zero, for this bowl of noodles, I ask you one last question."

Zero's face was solemn: "Please."

Luke took the handkerchief back to his trench coat and asked softly, "If you never let anyone take the initiative to kill someone from now on, and concentrate on being a promising cook, can you accept it?"

Zero silence.

He stared at the knife on the chopping board, and it took a long time to exhale: "I accept. But, I hope you can formally fight with me once, please!"

Luke's mouth slightly tilted: "You will die."

Zero bowed calmly: "Please give me this opportunity, please."

Luke: "Time and place."

Zero: "Now, here."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Zero also laughed: "OK."

While talking, he held a kitchen knife in his hands and placed it on the table in front of Luke: "This is your weapon, can you?"

Luke's eyes fell on the kitchen knife, and he nodded after a moment, "Yes."

Zero stretched out his left hand and signaled, "Please."

Luke looked up: "You first! Otherwise you have no chance to pick up that knife."

Zero's right hand moved slightly, and next to it was his knife for cutting fish.

Compared to the 25-centimeter-long kitchen knife in front of Luke, this small knife looks old and old, only about 15 centimeters long.

In human form, Luke is an adult model, while Zero is an elementary school model.

But for a professional master, fit and familiarity is the strongest weapon.

Zero eyes flickered, and whispered in his mouth, "Thank you."

There was silence in the field. Three seconds later, his right hand was instantly blurred.

The old knife that was picked up pulled down a light gray trace under the light, and cut it to Luke's neck.

The cold light flashed away.

At this point, the zero knife was wiped from Luke's neck.

The gray blade is less than a centimeter from the neck, but this is the limit of zero attack range.

If he wants to go further, his movement will be deformed, and the deformation will slow down the speed, and the knife that slows down will have no chance to meet Luke.

Zero choice will take this nearly perfect knife and continue to finish until the arm returns to the side.

He looked down and looked again at the kitchen knife given to Luke on the table, grinning bitterly: "What are you doing?"

Luke tilted his head and thought: "Half."

"It's only half." Zero sighed calmly: "Thank you for your enlightenment. Thank you."

Luke nodded slightly, "Spread it, Lingjun."

A smile emerged on Zero's face: "Jay, John Sand."

With the words, he suddenly fell to the table.

A dim red gushing from his neck ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ spread on a clean kitchen counter.

Luke took out the cigarette case again, lit a sip, and spit out a cigarette ring.

He did not smoke in this life, but in the previous life.

Watching the smoke ring rise, he put the cigarette on the edge of the table in front of him: "Huangquan Road, all the way!"

After speaking, he got up and picked up the transparent umbrella hanging near the doorpost, and slowly walked into the crimson rain and fog outside the door.

On the stall, there was no sound, only a few winds with water vapor blowing in, blowing the cigarette in front of the zero bald flashing.

Suddenly, a slightly strong wind became involved. .

Only a small half of the cigarettes were rolled on the edge of the table and dropped to the ground.

A foot stepped in at this moment, and it was crushed on the sole of the shoe instantly, the drunken voice sounded: "Hei Pingsang, here we are again. Well, are you sleeping Ping Jiasang, ah ~~~"