A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 Friday.

　　 Baker Street, the morning mist is permeated.

　　 A chimney sweeper knocked on the door.

　　 "Sweep-ash! Sweep-ash!"

　　 The sound of bells was like the call of the devil, awakening Lu Li from his sleep.

　　 To be more precise, the yelling sound was very familiar, reminding him of his good friend Duke, and then he got up from the bed.

　　 "Sir, we don't need this service. I suggest you come back in two weeks."

　　 Outside the door.

　　 Holding two bread sticks and carrying a small bag of lamb, Michael explained patiently, "In fact, we just moved in not long, and the fireplace is very clean."

　　 Aside, if Duke felt something, he raised his eyes and looked over his head. Lu Li was beckoning here.

　　 Seeing this, he showed a devilish expression.

　　 "Good day, sir~"

　　 Mi Gao's energetic voice sounded, he really couldn't connect Lu Li with a run-down worker.

"come in."

　　 Lu Li pressed the doubts and surprises in his heart, and explained to the young man Michael: "This is my friend."

friend?

　　 Hearing this, Michael felt that he was not awake.

　　 And without a word, Duke threw the chimney cleaning tools to the side of the street, rushed quickly, and went straight to the second floor.

　　 If it weren't for the kid next to him, he couldn't wait to fly up and jump to the second floor room.

A few minutes later.

　　 Mi Gao ran out of the room, he needed to buy some bread sticks and fresh meat back.

　　Because, Mr. Lu met his poor relatives in the country, ready to entertain each other—

　　 Black hair, black eyes, not relatives, what is it?

　　 Xiaomi Gao praised his extraordinary insight.

　　 At the same time, Duke didn’t know he was so misunderstood. You know, the fair principal did not stingy with the initial funding:

　　 nine pounds and fifteen pence

　　 Unified standards throughout the year.

　　 "Your dog's nose is so good that you touched it on the first day of admission."

　　 Seeing that there are no outsiders around, Duke put his hand on Lu Li's shoulder familiarly, "Brother, do you know who lives next to the house?"

　　 "Mr. Gordon's family lives on the 23rd b. He provides legal services for financial companies."

　　 "Mrs. Pamela lives on 23c. She is a widow who lives alone and runs a high-end clothes shop."

　　 "The guest on 23d is a suburban rancher who is often away from home."

　　 Lu Li knew a little about his neighbors.

"No!"

　　 Duke seemed to be anxious for Lu Li's slow reaction arc, shaking his shoulders, and said every word: "Sherlock Holmes."

　　 "The famous detective described by Mr. Conan Doyle lives at 221 Baker Street!"

　　 "If I hadn't caught a glimpse of the newspaper full of small advertisements, I almost forgot about this place."

　　 Duke's emotions were a bit agitated, and his breathing became rapid. He had too many discoveries to share, but he didn't know where to start.

"Take it easy."

　　Although there were too many doubts in his mind, Lu Li still calmed down and poured a glass of warm milk over, signaling Duke not to worry too much.

　　 "Let me talk about why you are dressed like this first."

"Uh…"

　　 Duke put down the cup and saucer, his expression a little awkward.

　　 "Ahem... it's a long story."

　　 "To make a long story short."

"Ok."

　　 Duke said helplessly: "Last night at midnight, I tried my luck at the Whitechapel to see if I could catch a perverted killer with the intent to kill the Orioles, but found nothing."

　　 "Until I saw an advertisement for this house for rent in a homeless man's newspaper."

　　 said, a broken newspaper was taken out of his arms.

　　 "I originally wanted to rent it through legal channels, but the landlord who published the renting information said that someone had already started it."

　　 "So, you dressed like this to find out who rented the house first?"

　　 Lu Li is still puzzled.

　　 "That's right."

　　 Duke stretched out his hands and said, "Brother, you don't know how forgetful the big fat man named Jonny is."

　　 "I asked him, what is the tenant's name? He said he didn't know."

　　 "I asked again, what facial features does the tenant have? He also said that he didn't know."

　　 "After asking for a long time, I realized that the renter has black hair and a popular face."

　　 Having said that, Duke paused, suddenly got up from the sofa, looked at Lu Li from bottom to bottom, squeezed his chin and said, "No, although you don't want to admit it, you are so handsome and recognizable..."

This guy’s inconsistency caused Lu Li a bit of a headache. He explained: "Exclusive skills can reduce their sense of existence. Under normal circumstances, ordinary people will not notice me at all. Even if they have had a conversation, they will over time. Gradually forget me."

　　 "Unique..."

　　 Duke was speechless. He had never heard of such a weird skill. It was not a tasteless skill. On the contrary, it could play a big role in critical moments.

　　 is just... pit him.

　　 At this time, Lu Li explained the embarrassing situation that Duke is currently facing, "If you exchange a bloodline, why is it so troublesome?"

　　 black hair.

　　 There are not many Asian faces in Fog City, and at this juncture, he suddenly moved into Baker Street.

　　 You don't need to think about it, it must be a candidate who came through.

　　 And the reason Duke will dress up like this is most likely because there is no absolute certainty to deal with the first-step competitors.

　　 "As long as you don't meet special students from other classes, the problem is not big."

　　 Speaking, Duke defended himself: "And I did it for safety."

　　 This is indeed the case.

　　 Even if you can't use cross-generation weapons and lose the blessing of the power of the Eastern system, in terms of individual strength, Duke is still in the top hand of the entire grade, but it no longer has the dominant power.

　　 And, over time...

　　 Due to the wrong occasion, I was in the middle of the exam. UU read www.uukanshu.com Lu Li did not say much, just asked one more sentence:

　　 "Can mecha be made in this era?"

"can."

　　 Duke scratched his head, and added: "But the threshold is very high, so the principal gave me a compensation plan to fit the times as much as possible."

　　 "Then what did you choose in the end?" Lu Li asked in a spirited manner.

"compensate."

　　 "After all, limited by the lathe equipment, I want to roll out the second-generation machine, it takes a lot of energy, and we can only stay in this world for three months."

In order to preserve the last face of the scientist, Duke stopped selling off the ball, took out a bullet from his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Heraldry, the principal temporarily retracted my high-level knowledge in the fields of nuclear energy and power, and used it as a Substitute."

　　 "The pattern printed on this bullet can cause suppressive damage to dark creatures."

　　 "Of course, this is only a part of heraldry. There are many things, and I can't explain it for a while."

　　 Anyway, it is indeed a good thing to be able to meet in the early morning of the third day, not to mention that Duke's new mastery is very valuable.

　　 Therefore, Lu Li temporarily extinguished his persuasive thoughts.

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