From the seventeenth district all the way to the northeast, the eighteenth and nineteenth districts along the way are quite unsafe.
The Ninety-Three Provinces on the outskirts, in Elena's words, is hell, not France.
Luke thought about it in his mind, he could visit the 18th District today, but he only went to the 93rd Province last night to do something, so he was not in a hurry to go there for the time being.
Moreover, compared to the artist girl in front of him, he has a more suitable informant—Daniel.
The taxi driver who obviously doesn't abide by the law, if he doesn't know the situation in Paris, maybe he will disappear into this world with his car in a few days.
After making up his mind, Luke relaxed and chatted with Elena in front of him.
After chatting until noon, Luke said that he was going to go up to rest and gave the rent by the way.
Elena still followed Luke, saying she wanted to help her call her father.
Turns out... no one.
Elena said sorry, but Luke saw that this girl had expected it, and immediately understood that she followed her upstairs on purpose.
But he had to do a little preparatory work, obviously he couldn't get bored with this girl anymore, so he could only smile and say that he would take a rest, and then closed the door.
With his keen sense of smell, he could clearly feel that Elena stood at the door for at least a minute, and with his keen ears, he even heard her very slight cheers.
Unfortunately, the cheers were in French, which he couldn't understand.
Luke just smiled and shook his head, sat on the bed, opened his backpack, took out the modified notebook from it, and began to check it.
It contains a map of Paris obtained in advance, as well as various materials.
He repeatedly inquired about various information on it, such as the distance from his place to the 18th district, and the 93rd province, the traffic conditions of various places, the status of shop buildings, and the population of residents.
In this kind of world-class big city, the effect of what he does is mediocre, but preparations can be done, and there is still a little bit to be done.
It's a pity that Tony Stark's technology has not yet reached the stage of manufacturing mature artificial intelligence, and of course Luke can't do it either.
Luke doubted that even if he learned all the abilities of Tony Stark, he might not be able to create an existence like Jarvis.
In Tony Stark's current ability, there is no way to create Jarvis, and the appearance of Jarvis seems to be an accident.
So, he didn't have much hope for it.
After working for more than an hour, there was a knock on the door outside the house.
Luke looked up and saw Elena's face full of smiles on the floating glass with the curtains not drawn.
He couldn't help laughing: Why is this Elena a little childish? What does it mean to run to the window after knocking on the door
He stuffed the notebook into his bag, and went to open the door: "Eileen, what's the matter?"
Elena: "My dad is back and he wants to see you."
Luke couldn't laugh or cry: This is like a door-to-door son-in-law, and he just rents a house.
Then, he passed Elena, who was only 1.6 meters tall, and looked at the fifty-year-old man a few meters away: "This is your father? What should I call him?"
Elena: "Well, just call him Pierre."
Luke nodded, went out and stretched out his hand to the old man: "Pierre, nice to meet you."
Pierre didn't respond immediately, but looked him up and down, and finally nodded: "Well, not bad kid." Then he gave him a hug.
Luke was a little confused: Are we so familiar? Or are the French all so enthusiastic
Pierre's English was obviously average, and then he said a few words quickly, which was translated by Irina, probably to welcome him to stay temporarily, but to remind him to come back early at night, 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 go out."
Elena was surprised: "Not coming back?"
Luke smiled and said, "I came here with the teacher, and sometimes I need to learn from her."
Yi Lianna was curious, but she didn't want to ask more questions. Everyone didn't know that well, so she could only nod her head to express her understanding.
In fact, Luke was about to leave the house.
After handing over the rent to the old Mr. Pierre, Luke went out with his bag on his back, leaving Elena on the side with a disappointed expression. She wanted to chat with this boy for a while longer in the afternoon.
Luke said goodbye to the two with a smile, and then turned to the street.
I got on the bus, walked a few stops, and bought a cheap and practical Nokia brick at the shop of the three major French basic operators in Buyiger, bought several prepaid mobile phone cards by the way, and then went out to make calls.
After more than 20 minutes, Daniel appeared, still acting like a little ruffian, but with an incomparably bright smile on his face: "Big rich man, I'm so happy to see you again."
Luke smiled and got into the car: "Yes, because you won the bet." As he said that, he threw a thousand euros over.
Daniel continued with a smile, and put his hand into his arms: "Where are you going to play today? The rich man."
Luke: "Take me to the eighteenth district, don't be too fast, and talk to me by the way."
Daniel struggled: "But, I'm the driver, and the tour guide is not professional."
Luke immediately threw another thousand euros over: "Five hundred for the taxi, five hundred for the consultation fee, and the fare is extra."
Daniel: "... I suddenly realized that I am still very familiar with the situation in Paris. Rich man, what do you want to know?"
Luke: "The eighteenth district, the red light district, and those dangerous gangs."
Daniel glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "hoho, do you want to play? I can recommend you a safe one. Well, but remember to wear safety measures. The safety I said is only life and property, not including the body Health, remember the last time a guy missed this piece of advice, he had to go to the doctor... "
Luke interrupted the chattering taxi driver: "No, what I want is everything from the whole to the details, and where I go is my freedom. Daniel, for more consulting fees, how about being more professional!"
Daniel shrugged: "Okay, what do you want to hear?"
In more than two hours, Daniel drove around several places in the 18th district at a relatively normal speed, and then put him somewhere.
Luke casually threw another thousand euros to Daniel: "The more is the consulting fee. When I need your car, don't lose the chain."
Daniel smiled and picked up the banknote and kissed it: "For your generosity, I am willing to help."
In just two hours, he got 3,000 Euros.
This guy is different from ordinary taxi drivers, his taxi is a black car.
That's right, this guy's driver's license is forged, and he doesn't even have a driver's license. His name has long been on the blacklist of the DMV, and no license will be issued to him.
But he is good at driving, has a flexible mind, and can change license plates. The police can't find him at all. His person and car do not exist in the database of the Paris police.