Super Detective in the Fictional World

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The lady who greeted the pleasure of the yachting parents’ parents finally stopped and turned her head in surprise.

I saw her wearing a white dress, wet and close to her body.

A thick black hair was soaked in seawater into a lock, scattered and hanging down, covering half of the face, but the exposed face was particularly white.

If this woman hadn’t yelled as soon as she got ashore, Elena might have thought she had encountered a ghostly incident like a female ghost in the sea.

The female painter doesn’t know the person, but Luke is too familiar with it-the unique rhythm and accent of the G-class cake master Max raps people, and anyone who has heard it will be impressed.

At this moment, the night is dark, and only a few beyond ten meters on the beach are illuminated by the hazy landscape lights.

Max turned around and at first glance, he vaguely found two silhouettes close together.

Margaret? She was lying there as a mess by Max.

Max walked a few meters forward, only to confirm that they were a couple.

But as an old driver, she immediately noticed the subtleties of the two postures: emmm~this posture…the old lady seems very familiar.

Then Margaret woke up in a daze.

Hearing the sound, the sister-in-law looked around blankly.

When Max saw this, he suddenly had an expression of “You’re good at juicy man”.

“wow~bro, you really know how to play.” The cake master, who would forget to release the accelerator when driving, winked at Luke subconsciously.

Luke didn’t know whether to cry or laugh: “Thank you for the praise. But are you sure that this is what you need to care about now?”

“You are right, so can you lend me a mobile phone?” The speeding female driver heard this suddenly.

After speaking, the tires in her mind drifted unconsciously again, and raised her hands to make a resisting gesture: “Wait, let’s say okay, just borrow the phone, never pay.”

Luke was speechless, and put Elena aside with both hands.

Max let out a whisper, and seemed to be shocked to raise his hand to cover his face, but his piercing eyes swept from the gap of his fingers to the next three lanes of Luke and Elena.

Then she murmured in surprise: “My old lady guessed wrong? This is impossible.”

Elena’s little dress has been pulled back near her knees, and what is worn or not worn inside can prove nothing.

But when Luke went to “fetch” picnic supplies, he changed into a set of T-shirts and shorts that were neat and tidy.

With Max鈥檚 rich “camping” experience, I am sure that the shorts are definitely not low enough to walk a bird, and 100% are in the right place.

Luke was faintly aware of the Spirit fluctuations in this guy’s mind, but he was not surprised鈥攁fter all, the female cake chef who doesn’t drive is not a good Max.

He doesn’t need to explain, the one-click changeover function of storage space is so seamless.

Luke took out Margaret鈥檚 phone and threw it to Max.

In the past few years, he has used Nano Inner Armor to replace mobile phone functions, and he is too lazy to wear a mobile phone to look like.

Furthermore, this is just a cutscene.

Max took the call and looked at Luke for a few seconds with an expression of “I don’t believe I would be wrong.”

Luke smiled.

The cake master’s routine, he has usually used countless times, how could she be fooled.

Max finally gave up and continued to investigate the wheel marks, said thank you, and walked more than ten meters away to make a call.

The call was very brief and ended in less than twenty seconds.

Max walked back to return the phone. Margaret got up curiously, took her phone back and handed over the big bath towel she covered: “Wipe the sea water first, or you will catch a cold.”

Max looked at this Margaret who was showing a flattering smile to him, with a strange expression: this guy…how does it look a little like Caroline? Well, Caroline, who was the first to apply for a job at a fast food restaurant, smelled like Ms Perfect in the upper class.

Fortunately, the cake master has always been very broad-minded, and there is no habit of hating the rich without saying a word, besides, she needs a bath towel.

The wind-soaked dress is just one of the reasons. More importantly, the white dress is soaked in water and feels more irritating than not wearing it.

Fortunately, this guy dragged two, It shouldn’t be crazy and pulled me to make a double heart sandwich. The cake master muttered so much in his heart, on the surface he thanked Margaret and talked with her.

No way, Luke was still whispering with his arms around the female painter over there, there was no such thing as Max’s imaginary rushing mad.

What makes her even more painful is that Luke this man only pays attention to the movement here occasionally.

It’s the petite woman in his arms whose eyes are like a scanner, hovering on her “focus” curve.

Elena has been awake a lot in these few minutes, and seeing Max鈥檚 “stormy sea” body again, she subconsciously thinks of the plump and beautiful female lines in the famous paintings.

Relatively speaking, art is a little bit more important than Luke.

More importantly, Luke can often see it, but the scene before him may not be seen again.

Not only that, she naturally whispered to a professional human flesh surveying instrument while watching: “Is this scale…F or G?”

Luke: “G, it’s not far from H.”

Elena made a small tsk tsk sound: “And I feel pure-genuine, this talent… is too mad.”

Luke shrugged and agreed.

Actually, there are many female players in Europe and the United States who can reach G or even H, but there are still very few non-obese and natural players.

If this woman has a face comparable to Margaret, it is definitely the existence of as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

To put it another way, if Margaret has Max’s G-level strength, there will be more than a few times more men chasing her. You know, Margaret is already a billion-level Ms Perfect. Up.

Elena’s painter-like scans gave Max an illusion: Didn鈥檛 you meet a gang that has become too murderous? Is it still the kind of husband and wife file, wait, maybe you have to add a third anti-match to help push ass?

Margaret didn’t realize it at all, and the cake master turned back to the sympathy that appeared in her sight: when others are eating and watching, this is a kind of life cup. Well, Caroline is familiar with this too.

Thinking about it this way, Max felt more attentive to Margaret, and simply started talking with her in a low voice.

Margaret is really not too suspicious, and basically asks what to say鈥擮f course, she can鈥檛 tell what Luke has psychologically hinted at.

Max listened to a lot of the situation of the three of them, but it was basically public information that could be found on the surface with a little money.

Two minutes later, the Level 2 Avatar with the handsome face of Chris Evans appeared on the beach, and she didn’t have time to continue talking about the words of the silly sister-in-law.

Max has always been direct and unrestrained in action.

Seeing that her boyfriend was supporting herself, Duang Duang Duang immediately ran over, jumped up and recruited Shuangfengguan brain, and paid the boyfriend’s labor expenses in advance.