From District 17 all the way to the northeast, Districts 18 and 19 along the way are quite unsafe.
The 93 provinces outside of France are, as Elena said, hell, not France.
Luke thought about it and decided that he could go to District 18 today, but he had just done something in Province 93 last night, so he was not in a hurry to go there.
Moreover, compared to the art student girl in front of him, he has a more suitable informant, Daniel.
That taxi driver who obviously doesn't obey the law and doesn't know the situation in Paris may disappear from this world along with his taxi in a few days.
Having made up his mind, Luke relaxed and started chatting with Elena in front of him.
We chatted until noon, when Luke said he was going upstairs to rest and paid the rent.
Elena still followed Luke, saying that she wanted to help call her father.
The result was... no one.
Elena said sorry, but Luke could see that the girl had expected it, and immediately realized that she had followed him upstairs on purpose.
However, he had to do some preparations. Obviously, he couldn't spend any more time with this girl. He could only smile and say that he wanted to rest for a while, then closed the door.
With his keen sense of smell, he could clearly feel that Elena had been standing at the door for at least a minute, and his sharp hearing even heard her very faint cheers.
Unfortunately, the cheers were in French and he couldn't understand them.
Luke just smiled and shook his head, sat on the bed, opened his backpack, took out the modified notebook, and began to check it.
It contains a map of Paris that I had obtained in advance, as well as various information.
He repeatedly searched for various information on it, such as the distance from here to the 18th District and the 93rd Province, the traffic conditions in various places, the store buildings, and the residents.
In a world-class city like this, the effect of his approach is average, but some preparatory work still needs to be done.
Unfortunately, Tony Stark's technology has not yet reached the level of creating mature artificial intelligence, so Luke certainly can't do it either.
Luke doubted that even if he learned all of Tony Stark's abilities, he probably wouldn't be able to create someone like Jarvis.
Tony Stark's current abilities do not allow him to create Jarvis, so the appearance of Jarvis seems to be an accident.
So he didn't hold out much hope for it.
After more than an hour, there was a knock on the door.
Luke raised his head and saw Elena's smiling face through the stained glass with the curtains not drawn.
He couldn't help but laugh: How come Elena has a bit of a childish temper? What does it mean that she ran to the window to watch after knocking on the door
He stuffed the notebook into his bag and went to open the door: "Elaine, what's going on?"
Elena: "My father is back and he wants to see you."
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: How come he's like a live-in son-in-law? He's just renting a house.
Then, he looked past the 1.60-foot-tall Elena and the fifty-year-old man a few meters away: "Is this your father? What should I call him?"
Elena: "Well, just call him Pierre."
Luke nodded, went out and held out his hand to the old man: "Pierre, nice to meet you."
Pierre did not respond immediately. Instead, he looked him up and down, and finally nodded: "Well, a good kid." Then he gave him a hug.
Luke was a little confused: Are we that familiar with each other? Or are all French people so welcoming
Pierre's English was obviously average, and he spoke a few words quickly, which were translated by Elena. They basically said that he was welcome to stay temporarily, but reminded him to come back early in the evening, preferably before six o'clock.
Luke smiled and nodded: "I will pay attention. If I don't come back, I will let you know before I leave."
Elena was surprised: "Not coming back?"
Luke smiled and said, "I came here with my teacher. I need to learn from her sometimes."
Elena was curious but didn't dare to ask too much. Since they were not that familiar with each other, she could only nod to show that she understood.
In fact, Luke was about to go out.
After paying the rent to Mr. Pierre, Luke went out with his bag, leaving Elena beside him with a disappointed look on her face. She had been thinking of chatting with the boy for a while in the afternoon.
Luke said goodbye to the two with a smile, then turned to the main street.
I took the bus and walked a few stops, then bought a cheap and practical Nokia brick at the store of Bouygues, one of the three major French basic operators, and also bought several prepaid mobile phone cards, and then went out to make calls.
More than 20 minutes later, Daniel appeared, still looking like a scoundrel, but with a bright smile on his face: "Millionaire, I'm so happy to see you again."
Luke smiled and got into the car: "Yes, because you won the bet." Then he threw a thousand euros over.
Daniel continued with a smile, and put it in his arms: "Where are we going to play today? Rich man."
Luke: "Take me to District 18. Don't go too fast. Talk to me while you're there."
Daniel was tangled: "But, I'm a driver, and it's not professional to be a tour guide."
Luke immediately threw over another thousand euros: "Five hundred for the car, five hundred for the consultation fee, and the car fare is extra."
Daniel: "… I suddenly realized that I am quite familiar with the situation in Paris. Rich man, what do you want to know?"
Luke: "District 18, the red light district, and those dangerous gangs."
Daniel glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "hoho, you want to go out for some fun? I can recommend a safe one for you. Well, but remember to wear safety measures. The safety I'm talking about is only life and property, not physical health. Remember last time a guy missed this advice, he had to go to the doctor..."
Luke interrupted the chattering taxi driver: "No, I want something from the whole to the details. It's my freedom to go wherever I want. Daniel, for more consulting fees, please be more professional!"
Daniel shrugged. “Well, what do you want to hear?”
In more than two hours, Daniel drove at a relatively normal speed around several places in District 18 and then dropped him off somewhere.
Luke casually threw another thousand euros to Daniel: "The extra is for consulting fees. Don't let me down when I need your car."
Daniel smiled and took the bill and pretended to kiss it: "For your generosity, I am happy to serve."
In just two hours, he earned 3,000 euros.
This guy is different from ordinary taxi drivers, his taxi is an illegal one.
That’s right, this guy’s vehicle registration is forged, and he doesn’t even have a driver’s license. His name has long been on the blacklist of the Vehicle Administration Bureau, and he won’t be issued any license.
But he was a good driver, had a quick mind, and could change license plates, so the police couldn't find him at all. Neither he nor his car existed in the Paris police's database.