Tokyo is an interesting place.
What Luke finds interesting is not because of its prosperity, but because of the large number of people.
When there are more people, there will be more things and more crimes. Naturally, experience points can be seen everywhere.
Some are really over the top, and some are just weird.
Luke is familiar with doing good things, hiding in the dark night, and throwing a small ice bead far away.
In the storage space, there are as many batches of ice beads as you need.
Take it and throw it away, and it will be destroyed automatically.
I didn't use this before, mainly because it is not heavy enough, and it is easy to float when it has a long range.
But with Bullseye's primary precision and powerful strength, if you knock it out within 50 meters, you will never hit your head.
It's not that he sympathizes with criminals, but if he gets a headshot for an ordinary crime, wouldn't he be the same as the keyboard judge in the previous life, who will be sentenced to death every time he starts without a fixed term.
It's the most worry-free when you're knocked out.
In Tokyo, drunks rushing to the streets in the middle of the night are also common.
As for whether these "drunk" criminals will be violated by others, it is not a problem that Luke needs to worry about.
This method of doing good deeds was too subtle, neither the criminal nor the victim saw the little ice bead in the dark.
The next day, there were many ghost stories circulating in Tokyo, some were told by criminals, and some were told by victims.
After Los Angeles and New York, Luke made persistent efforts and added a horror urban legend to Tokyo.
He didn't feel it at all, he just watched the system increase more than 6,000 experience points overnight.
Of course, you can't get such a high score for knocking criminals on the street, but you can get this amount by taking three small drug dens along the way in one night, and the gains add up.
If you don't accumulate a few steps, you can reach a thousand miles. The ancients were sincere and did not deceive me. Looking at the scenery outside the window, Luke raised his mouth and took a sip of coffee.
"Ah, are you an actor?" A girl's voice came from beside him.
Luke turned his head sideways: "No. Besides, I don't take photos together or exchange phone numbers, thank you."
After speaking, he turned his head again, ignoring the twenty-seventh girl who came up to talk to him this morning.
Although it is interesting to be accosted by female customers in a maid cafe, it is only interesting.
If I had to say, among the girls I met from yesterday to today, only the young lady in the white dress was barely within his acceptable range.
But with his taste getting higher and higher, he really has no interest in having fun in Neon.
Only one Max in New York, with his "absolute height" mind, can turn 99.99% of the women in neon into scum in seconds.
It is difficult for a boss who is used to eating abalone with two heads to be interested in abalone with ten heads and twenty heads.
As for the maid... Luke couldn't help sighing.
It can only be said that when the second dimension becomes the third dimension, illusions are always too easy to be shattered.
Even though the one he chose was the most expensive and the best maid coffee shop in Akihabara, the quality of the maids can only be said to be okay.
And most of the other "maids" he saw along the way in Akihabara were not as high-quality as the girls who approached him on the roadside-girls with poor conditions would hardly have the courage to approach him.
Of course, the overall standard of these "maids" is much higher than that of ordinary neon women, which is enough to deal with otaku and tourists.
On the other hand, the drinks and food in this maid cafe are equally so-so.
The coffee ingredients are not bad, and the barista's skills are not clear, but the latte art is not bad, but the taste is not right for Luke, who is more "American".
He ordered a Blue Mountain and a cappuccino.
Lan Shan ordered it for himself.
As we all know, Neon people have monopolized more than half of the real Blue Mountain coffee beans.
Luke felt that maybe they had some unique skills in making Blue Mountain coffee
As a result... he didn't drink anything well, and it felt similar to the coffee machine products in the police station's rest room.
Cappuccino is sweet and milky.
This was tasted on behalf of Selina. After just one sip, someone immediately helped her refuse to take a second sip.
Finally, there is the legendary love omelet rice.
When the cutest little maid in the store asked him with stars in his eyes, what kind of pattern would he like to draw on the ketchup of the omurice, he hesitated: "Anything is fine?"
The little maid was all focused on looking at his face, and she just nodded subconsciously when she heard the words: "Yes, master, our craftsmanship is very good."
Luke nodded and pondered for two seconds: "Then draw a Wing Gundam Zero-e."
Little maid: (;′⌒`)
Luke looked at her expression and nodded regretfully: "It doesn't seem to work, so replace it with Strike Freedom Gundam?"
Little maid: (つ﹏?)!
Luke was helpless: "Forget it, you can just draw one."
"Okay, master." The little maid left with a complicated mood.
Not long after, she came to deliver omelet rice again, and looked at him eagerly: "Master, this pattern... Are you satisfied?"
Luke looked at the cute and simple Hello Kitty + heart-shaped above, and no longer played the wicked "pause for two seconds", but nodded slightly to express his approval.
If you want to say that you are satisfied, that would underestimate someone Lu who likes to delve into cooking skills.
It would be unfair to say that you are not satisfied.
He came in to this nerd-style coffee shop. Strictly speaking, the taste of drinks and food is not its selling point, but the girls are pretty enough to act like a baby.
Luke also wanted to experience the "resort" boasted by those nerds in his previous life, so he didn't choose other shops with good coffee or food.
Tourism, that is.
If you want to taste beautiful food, you will naturally have to bear the result of "meeting is not as good as being famous", and most of them are such results.
When he walked out of the coffee shop, Luke directly gave the cute little maid a Fukuzawa Yukichi as a tip.
Lest she look at the omelet rice with tears in her eyes again.
And Luke also rejected her proposal to take a photo at the beginning—with his current face, wouldn't the photo be paid for and given away for nothing!
So he chooses to tip enough.
Where did Fukuzawa Yukichi (10,000 yen) come from? Of course, it was sponsored by these enthusiastic societies in Tokyo.
Compared to stacking more than ten cubic meters of Franklin (one hundred US dollars) in the space, the Fukuzawa Yukichi harvested last night is not enough to fill a suitcase.
For one night, this amount of money is really not enough.
But in the past few days, if he has nothing to do, he can find a little money from a drug dealer in Tokyo, so the tourism and food fund in Japan should be fine.
Coming out of the coffee shop, he had nowhere to go for the time being.
There are many sights in Tokyo, but the only ones he is interested in are cherry blossoms and maid cafes.
The rest of the shrines and temples are completely unattractive, as are modern landmarks such as Tokyo Tower.
So he honestly found a high-end coffee shop on the top of the building, and sat down alone in the corner by the window.
There are no passers-by here, and women will not come to strike up a conversation every now and then.
Also, drones have a better signal.
Cooperating with the condescending position, the two are in contrast, which is convenient for him to familiarize himself with the terrain of Tokyo.
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