Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Kris still followed him, Bobby followed them, and Nancy and Quentin were already looking for it in this place.

Compared to Kris who was rescued twice by Luke, the two of them were more eager to figure out what Freddie wanted to do.

Quentin picked up something from a dilapidated table and muttered in his mouth: “Yes, this is definitely his place.”

Quentin was holding a finger knife, part of the claw-like weapon in Freddie’s hand.

Nancy glanced at the picture for a moment, then stared at a picture: “I … think there is something behind this.”

Luke’s sensitive sense of smell discovered this long ago, and nodded stepped forward: “Let me come.”

Hanging the camping lamp in his hand on the wall, he reached out and pulled off some graffiti-like children’s drawings, revealing a Small Sect below.

With both hands gently, he took the Small Sect off, moved it to the side, squatted down and looked around, and found that there was a small hidden room inside.

He removed the camping lamp on the wall and put it in this hidden small room: “Do you want to go in and see?”

Nancy and Quentin Qi were nodded, Kris didn’t say anything, just looked at Luke.

After a while, Bobby was left in the outside room, and Luke 4 got into the small room.

This room is much smaller than the outside. It is a space rebuilt by adding 2 walls to the original corner of the room.

There was only a single bed in it, there was a pile of gray bedding, and the other furniture was gone.

Only the walls around all around are scattered with awkward patterns of various graffiti.

For a long time, these paints have become gray and black. They are not cute at all.

Nancy stared at the patterns, extended the hand touching them, muttered in her mouth: “These seem to be … I drew them when I was a kid.”

Luke didn’t care too much. He looked around for four times and picked up a dusty black paper box from the side of the bed. When it was opened, a small old photo album was exposed.

He opened the album and found some old photos that had been sealed.

He just turned 2 pages, and speeded up, sweeping over the photos above.

After a few seconds, he closed the album and frowned.

Quentin noticed his expression and couldn’t help but ask, “What’s inside?”

Both Chris and Nancy looked towards the album in Luke’s hands.

Luke shook his head without answering the question directly.

He glanced at Nancy, and then at Chris: “This, perhaps, is what he wants you to remember.”

The two girls took the next step subconsciously, Nancy unable to bear asked, “What is it?”

Luke said in silence: “The answer you wanted was what happened in this kindergarten.”

Nancy took the step once again to extend the hand: “Can you show me?”

Luke frowned for a moment, looking towards Kris: “I probably understand why he wants you to come here, but this thing is a trap left by him. So, now I confirm again, do you really want to see?”

Nancy hesitated, or nodded: “I want to see.”

Kris looked at Luke’s expression and suddenly shook her head: “I’m not watching.”

Luke un’ed: “Well, Nancy, wait a minute.”

He said that he quickly extracted most of the photos in the album before throwing the album to Nancy.

Then, he took out the lighter and walked to the corner, lighting all the dozens of photos in his hands, watching them become a ash.

When doing this, Luke used his body to block the sight of other people from seeing the contents of the photo.

Over there, Nancy watched the photos in her hands suddenly turn red, and then quickly turned pale again: “No, no.”

Quentin moved his body at this time, wanting to walk up and look at the photos.

Luke body flashed, and next to him, he pressed his shoulders: “That’s what belongs to her.”

Quentin was dumb.

He just thought he couldn’t do it in the past. The strength from his shoulder made him unable to move forward.

Watching Nancy’s tears burst forth suddenly, Luke had no guilt.

With the curiosity shown by Quentin and Nancy, if he burned all these photos directly, he might have made these two people suspicious.

Fortunately, Kris had a high degree of trust in him, and her curiosity was not so heavy.

Luke walked over and handed out the lighter in his hand: “You should need this.”

Nancy looked at the lighter blankly for a moment, before came back to his senses, grabbed the lighter, and started to light.

However, her hands were shaking violently, and she was so weak that she didn’t ignite it for several consecutive times.

Luke didn’t help, just turned around and blocked the other 2 people’s eyes.

After a while, the smell of the burning photo came from the tip of his nose, and Nancy could sob sobbing in his ear.

After a while, he moved away and walked to Chris.

Nancy? She has Quentin to comfort, these two are obviously a bit mean, do not need him to intervene.

Noting the consternation in Chris’s eyes, he whispered: “Since there is a plan to put aside the past, stop tangling, not all memories are beautiful.

Kris looked at Nancy, who was crying miserably over there, inexplicably sighed in relief.

She had a hunch that if she chose to see those photos, she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it like Nancy.

Now, she has a rough guess about the photos, but without seeing it with her own eyes, she will not receive such a huge impact.

People, sometimes they are very good at covering one’s ears whilst stealing a bell.

After a while, Nancy finally calmed down.

Luke opened the mouth and said: “Okay, Nancy. I know you are sad, but we should solve the root of the problem, don’t we?”

Nancy lifts the head, watching him for a moment, slowly nodded.

Quentin unable to bear asked: “How to solve him?”

Luke looked at two people: “You haven’t slept well in a long time?”

2 people nodded bitterly.

Luke: “Now, go to bed and lie down, then sleep.”

2 People looked at the dirty and broken bed and twisted their bodies a little bit uncomfortably.

Luke had already walked over, dragged the single bed out, wrapped the broken bedding and sheets carefully and slowly, and threw it into the corner.

“That should be fine.” He looked at the single bed with the wooden board, nodded with satisfaction.

Nancy and Quentin are relaxed.

Although the board is hard, at least it is not gray.

At this moment, I heard Luke continue to speak: “Chrissy, Nancy, you lie down.”

As he said, he dragged a wooden stool from the side, tried the firmness, and sat on the head of the bed: “Head here.”

Quentin’s face was ashamed, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Then … what about me?”

2 The woman could not help but glance at him, and then the single bed.

Luke had just sat down on the stool at the head of the bed. Hearing this, he looked subconsciously … at the floor under his feet.