No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

"No problem, JOJO, do you need me to send someone to assist you?"

"Don't bother, I have found a helper."

Seeing her boyfriend's confident look, Haibara Ai stopped talking about it.

He said so, there is no problem.

A good love should be mutual appreciation.

She appreciates her boyfriend's case-solving and personal abilities, and Suzuki Takashi appreciates his profound knowledge.

It was great to get to know him.

Seeing Haibara Ai staring at him, Suzuki Qiaoqiao grinned and said:

"What, is there something on my face?"

"Yes, I have."

Hai Yuanai hooked his fingers and motioned him to lower his body.

When Suzuki Qiaoqiao was half-squatting, she put her arms around her neck and gave a sweet kiss:

"You have my love on your face."

"Hahahaha, where did you learn this earthy love story?"

He picked up Haibara Ai, turned it around a few times, and put it down:

"It's this time, haven't you prepared dinner yet? I've been running outside for a day, and my stomach is almost flat."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I will feed you."

The dinner at the Earl's house was very sumptuous.

Hai Yuanai screened the servants and the housekeeper, and ate alone with her boyfriend in the living room.

During the period, she said a lot of interesting knowledge she saw in books.

Although Suzuki Qiaoqiao didn't understand, he still nodded from time to time.

Between the cups and the cups, he comfortably rubbed his stomach with his hands and burped.

Haiyuan Ai pursed her lips and smiled, with a smile on her brows:

"Take a break first, take it back to my room, and give you a snack."

...

Ellen is wearing a coat and wandering the streets, looking for targets.

It stands to reason that recently is the cusp of the storm, and the murderer should avoid the limelight.

But he is different, just looking for excitement.

The organized fireworks lane, I'm afraid I can't get in.

There are bodyguards at the entrance and end of the alley, and he can't bring people out alone.

So I put my eyes on the place where the pheasants haunt.

He was walking through the alley in a brown coat, and was soon stopped by a middle-aged woman in her 40s:

"Come on, have a good time, it's cheap."

The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly cracked, which was the change brought about by smoking contraband.

Allen looked at the other party secretly, showing a very hesitant look:

"Where to do it?"

Seeing that the other party did not refuse, the woman was interested.

She lifted her skirt, revealing black socks, trying her best to facilitate the deal:

"Anywhere."

Allen frowned and shook his head:

"No, Jack the Ripper has been making a lot of trouble recently. What if he does it on the street and suddenly comes out?"

The middle-aged woman smiled reluctantly, and she was actually afraid of this.

After all, if you can live, who would want to die?

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Well, is it convenient for you at home?"

"convenient."

On the way, Allen asked casually:

"How many people do you have there? I have a habit of not wanting to be disturbed when I do that kind of thing."

"I'm sorry, I have a good sister."

Confirming that the target is not living alone, Alan immediately turned around.

Seeing that the guest ran away, the woman spoke out to keep her:

"Sir, I can let her go out first, don't go."

"Then I'll come back tomorrow, see you at the same place."

Alan grinned with a sinister smile and walked into the thick fog.

Chapter 331 PUA Demon

Edward Clark is the eldest son of the old Earl Edward, and he is highly regarded on weekdays.

In the early years, he liked to lie on the side of the bed and read, resulting in poor vision in the right eye.

With a pair of single-sided glasses, the whole person looks gentle.

In fact, he did many cruel things behind his back.

He also built a 'collection room' somewhere unknown to his family.

Clark often hangs out in the city of London, especially the young and lively children.

I want to destroy all these things like works of art.

This morbid sense of torture and control can become addictive over time.

Based on the time comparison of many victims, it was found that Clark would probably abduct one child per week.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao made a corresponding plan after waiting for someone to study it carefully.

……

The next day was the third day in the virtual world.

Cloudless and sunny.

Clark didn't leave the house for about a week to prepare for the exam.

Now that the trivial matters have dissipated, it is natural to go out for a walk and look for the next prey.

This afternoon is the opera of Lady Macbeth, one of Shakespeare's four tragedies.

Clark had been looking forward to this for a long time, and he had already reserved a VIP seat for his servants.

Before the show started, he went to the cafe in Charles Cross Street to read the morning paper of the day.

Clark didn't have the habit of bringing servants, because some things were inconvenient for people to see.

After he entered the door, he sat in the southwest corner and ordered a mellow pour-over coffee.

Start a new day with a newspaper that smells of ink.

This is the drink shop closest to the palace, and many children from wealthy families take care of the business.

The interior of the store is luxuriously decorated, almost like a Starbucks in China, and is often visited by distinguished guests.

"Jack the Ripper? Huh."

Clark was dismissive of such serial killers.

Looking for old women in their 40s, who have no artistic sense at all.

Tragedy is the destruction of beautiful things.

During the page, Suzuki Joe Bridge pushed in the door and sat diagonally across from Clark.

"A cup of pour-over coffee, no sugar added, thank you."

The clerk was a member of the Victims Alliance and left soon after the recording was over.

Clark lowered the newspaper slightly and glanced at the other party.

The man was an unfamiliar face, not seen before, perhaps just moved to London.

Dressed well, it is estimated that he is the son of a foreign noble or a well-educated businessman.

Clark retracted his gaze and continued to read the newspaper with his head down, not paying attention at all.

When the coffee was served, Suzuki Qiaoqiao gently stirred with a spoon without looking around.

Before he traveled through the previous society, there was a branch of psychology called PUA.

The English name is Pick-up Artis, and the literal translation is to pick up a conversation with an artist.

After some people's development and summary, it gradually evolved into the skills and psychological strategies of flirting with girls.

The public's impression of PUA is that men use rhetoric and false packaging to deceive women.

In fact, girls also have PUA skills specifically for men.

Investigate the preferences of the fifth diamond king, deliberately create coincidences, and cater to and package from the side.

If a man without relevant experience, it is easy to fall into the trap.

Suzuki Joe Bridge blew on the glass and drank quickly.

When the glass bottomed out, Clark just got up and left.