Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Roman Hotel Hotel Manager Julius is still the same, black dress white scarf, coming from the side.

But this time, he did not step forward to shake hands, but stood complexly two meters away, and it was obvious to keep a distance from the night demon.

He wasn't afraid of being killed, but he didn't want others to feel that he was too close to the night demon.

Luke looked at him and didn't care about him.

This is just a response from normal people.

If Yurius showed his closeness regardless of the ground, Luke would suspect a trap.

He turned his head: "Is the room open?"

Hei Mei glanced at her boss and handed the room card respectfully with both hands: "Okay, the one in the western corner of the top floor."

Luke raised his hand to take the room card, turned and nodded slightly to Yurius, and walked away.

The black girl at the front desk waited until Luke's back disappeared over the elevator, and whispered, "Do you need to be notified?"

Julius glanced at her angrily: "You can resign from me first, leave the hotel door, whatever you want to do."

Hei Mei shut up immediately.

Yurius took another look at the elevator, his face changed for a moment, and he turned away.

Trouble with the night demon? That's the conclusion of the high table.

Although Kemora was talking to the Night Devils, the eleven other families couldn't help him.

In fact, this number should be nine.

The Night Devils directly smashed the Tarasov family into half-disability, and the new homeowner had to "grate with the glass of wine".

Then he killed the Sloan and the name killer of the Mutual Aid Society completely, so that the big guy behind the Mutual Aid Society became the bare commander, and basically lost his right to speak at the high table.

No one in the remaining ten wants to touch this neuropathy to kill the gods themselves. There is no benefit to farts, and they will simply lose their strength.

Anyway, Nocturne's character has always been very lonely. It belongs to the kind of people who don't commit me and I don't commit offenders. The unlucky families all provoke him by themselves.

Three **** sand sculpture cases come first, and no one wants to be the fourth.

Luke reached the room on the west side of the roof, and after opening the door, he could not help but hesitated.

Saying a thousand words and ten thousand, friendship is better than muzzle and life!

This room is definitely at the level of the Presidential Suite.

It is at least two grades higher than the "best room" Yurius gave him last time.

He took out a bottle of Canadian icewine in the refrigerator in the kitchen, he went to the window, looked at the red sunset outside the window, poured a glass of wine, and drunk: "This is life? Probably."

He stood in front of the window and watched the sunset and relaxed wine tasting to make up his face. There were countless text messages and phone calls in the Roman Continental Hotel.

Julius did not report, because it was unnecessary.

There were a lot of killers who knew Night Demon at the lobby of the hotel. These people didn't have the courage to do it, and they dared to send information.

The night devil, John, appears again in Rome.

On the bright side, the most nervous about this information is the honorable meeting of one of the twelve main brains in Italy.

After Kemora's sister and brother had infighted, Glorious would look at the opportunity, and did a lot of small moves, trying to squeeze this close opponent.

Kemora's current owner, Jaina, apparently wore a pair of pants with the Night Demon.

That night demon's goal to come to Italy is likely to be the Glory.

Now, it was their turn to be afraid that the Night Devil would play small actions from home.

Secretly, another person frowned when he heard the news.

The man in a smart suit, with black-rimmed glasses, and a financial-elite-minded middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then pulled out his cell phone: "It's me, the action is suspended."

At the end of the phone: "No, James. When you start to decide, and how to end me."

James looked unpleasant: "Jiana called John the Night Stalker, he is not an ordinary opponent, and everyone who despise him is dead. Even the Sloan of the Mutual Aid Society and the twenty killers are not together Night Demon lived for an hour. "

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and hey sneered: "I'm not Sloan, nor are those weak chicken killers."

James was too lazy to say nonsense: "You killed Sloan, remember? Then Sloan was alive until he met the night demon."

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and finally said: "I will give you three days to investigate all his information. After three days, whatever you say, I will always do it."

After that, the man hung up the phone without waiting for James' answer.

James threw the phone away and rubbed his forehead. "What to do? This guy is getting more and more out of control. Does the boss have to call him every time?"

Since it can't be stopped, help this guy kill the night demon! The boss's plan to nibble at the high table would be easier.

He shook his head and sighed, picked up the phone again, and began to prepare for action.

Luke's biggest change this time in Rome was his fairness.

Nocturnal John is no longer the ordinary killer. He has used hundreds of lives, including Sloan, to tell the high table the fact that you can't mess with me.

For three days, Luke leisurely played in Rome, and seemed to be on vacation.

No one came to die, but a lot of girls came to deliver food.

Unfortunately, Luke's vision is getting higher and higher, and his mentality is getting more stable.

Even if several of those girls were with Ginny and Selena Uncle, none of them succeeded in returning to the hotel with him.

For one thing, Max Zhuyu was ahead. By contrast, these girls had a slightly worse "eye".

Luke did not want to implicate these sisters.

Now, the high table definitely wants to find the weakness of Nocturnal John.

Even if it is not used this time, it may be used next time. The lives of a few ordinary women are nothing to these people.

In the evening, Luke was standing in front of the window as usual, sculpting clothes, watching the sunset drinking, and not forgetting to touch his beard: "Well, being handsome is also a kind of trouble."

While he was entertaining himself and satisfying his bitter taste in his last life, the doorbell rang.

Luke raised an eyebrow and was curious.

He came in three days ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No one except the hotel cleaners knocked on his door.

Opening the door, looking at the woman in front of the door, he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Woman: "Handsome guy, don't you invite me in for a drink?"

Luke stepped back and let out the door.

When the woman entered the house, he closed the door and turned around, and saw that the woman had come to the living room and sat down. He picked up the whiskey on the coffee table and poured himself a glass. He asked, "Where is the ice cube?"

Luke motioned for the location of the refrigerator and sat down silently on the sofa.

The woman was also polite and stood up, twisted her waist and walked to the kitchen.

Seems to be able to feel Luke's sight behind her, her waist writhing particularly seductive.

Luke was in his heart, without fluctuations.

He didn't look at this woman, of course, because she had a fair face and a tall figure.