Super Detective in the Fictional World

The Roman Continental Hotel Manager Yurius is still the same, with black dress and white scarf coming from the side.

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

He's not afraid of being killed, but he doesn't want others to feel too close to the night demon.

Baluco looked at him like this 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 his boss, and handed the room card respectfully with both hands: "Okay, the one in the western corner of the top floor."

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

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

Yurius 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 looked at the elevator again, his face changed for a moment, and he turned away.

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

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

In fact, this number should be nine.

The night demon 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 by themselves. There is no benefit to farts, and they will simply lose their strength.

正 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.

There are three **** sand sculpture cases ahead, and no one wants to be the fourth.

Baluch went to the room on the west side of the roof. After opening the door, he could not help but hesitated.

I said ten thousand and ten thousand, friendship is better than muzzle and life!

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

I was at least two grades higher than the "best room" Yurius had given him last time.

I took out a bottle of Canadian icewine in the refrigerator in the kitchen. He walked to the window and watched the red sunset outside the window. He poured a glass of wine and drank it: "This is life? Probably."

站在 He stood in front of the window to watch the sunset and relax in a casual wine-tasting manner to show his face. There have been numerous text messages and phone calls in the Roman Continental Hotel.

Yurius didn't report, because it wasn't necessary.

The hotel lobby knew a lot of killers at that time. These people didn't have the courage to do it, and they were afraid to send information.

Night Stalker John appears again in Rome.

On Lu Ming's face, the most nervous about this information is the honorable meeting of the main body in Italy, one of the twelve main brains.

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.

The goal of the Night Devils coming to Italy is likely to be the Glory.

Now it's their turn to be afraid that the Night Devil will play small actions from home.

Secretly, another person received the news and frowned suddenly.

This suit is very straightforward, with black-frame glasses, a middle-aged man with a financial elite's style thinking for a moment, then pulled out his mobile phone: "It's me, the action is suspended."

The other 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. "

The phone was silent for a moment, and hehe sneered, "I'm not Sloan, nor are those weak chicken killers."

James is too lazy to say nonsense: "You have 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 spoke: "I will give you three days to investigate all his information. After three days, no matter what you say, I will always do it."

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

James throwing his cellphone away and rubbing his forehead: "What to do? This guy is getting more and more out of control. Does he have to ask his boss 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.

The biggest change in Baroque's visit to Rome this time was his fairness.

Night Stalker 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 the past three days, Luke leisurely played in Rome, and seemed to be on vacation.

I did not come to death with my peers, but there are a lot of girls to deliver food.

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

Even if there are several of those sisters with Ginny and Selena Uncle, none of them successfully returned to the hotel with him.

At first, Max Zhuyuyu was ahead. By contrast, these girls had "eyes" slightly worse.

Lu Er did not want to implicate these girls.

Now, the high table definitely wants to find the weakness of the night devil 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.

Evening ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Luke stood in front of the window as usual, looking at the sunset, drinking, and not forgetting to touch his beard: "Well, being handsome is also a kind of trouble."

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

Crouch raised his eyebrows and was curious.

He came in for three days, and no one except the hotel cleaners knocked on his door.

He opened the door and looked at the woman in front of the door. He asked indifferently, "What is it?"

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

Baluch 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?"

Baluch gestured to the refrigerator and sat down silently on the sofa.

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

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

He had no fluctuations in his mind.

He doesn't look at this woman, of course, not because she has a fair face and a tall figure.

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