No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

These coincidences create a sense of fate.

It seems that somewhere, there is a divine arrangement.

Clark thought for a moment and decided to take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Whether it's hobbies or special hobbies, he has a lot in common with the man next door.

Even if you can't accept some heavy-mouthed things after getting in touch, it's pretty good to just make friends.

Thinking of this, he called the waiter.

Not long after, someone came to the U-shaped area where Suzuki Qiaoqiao was located.

Put a cappuccino on the table.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao knew very well, and deliberately pretended to be stupid and said:

"Well, I don't seem to have ordered this."

"It's really nothing, it was given to you by the gentleman next door."

Suzuki Joe Bridge followed the waiter's point and glanced at Clark's direction.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The latter smiled politely and lay on the railing like this:

"My friend, I saw you a little strange. Did you just come to London recently?"

"Yes, come to the earl's house for a while, and leave at the end of the month."

Earl?

Clark secretly rejoiced, everything was not much different from what he expected.

Status is not low, well educated.

Come to the earl's house to play for a few days, it should be a noble from other regions.

The two have a lot in common, and it's no problem to make friends.

"Really? So this is your first time in London?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao smiled shyly and said:

"No, I came here when I was a kid, but I almost forgot about it."

"I see."

Clark reached out his hand and introduced himself:

"Clark."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao didn't know the name of the body in the virtual world, so he made up one:

"Schwarzenegger."

"It's a funny name, nice to meet you."

"me too."

During the conversation, the lights in the opera house went out.

A beam of spotlights hit the center stage, and Lady Macbeth officially began.

The two U-shaped platforms are less than one meter apart, so they have a chat.

As the chat deepened, Clark felt more and more that Schwarzenegger resembled himself.

When the opera performance was over, he took the initiative to issue an invitation:

"Schwarzenegger, do you have any plans for tonight?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao knew that the fish had taken the bait, and his face remained calm:

"no, what happened?"

Clark took off his politeness and was sincere:

"To be honest, I had a great time with you today. Why don't I do my best to be a landlord and have a meal together?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao used PUA's push-pull skills to push the topic out, and then find an opportunity to pull it back:

"It's really nice to get along, like a best friend who has known each other for many years. But it's not good to go directly to your house for dinner."

"What's the matter, you are my friend."

Seeing that Clark didn't notice anything unusual, the plan went smoothly.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao saluted and agreed:

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Clark narrowed his eyes and smiled like a crescent moon.

He is going to continue to test to see if Schwarzenegger has any hobbies in that regard.

If so, show him his precious collection.

If not, if you have the right to make friends, there is nothing to lose.

"Come on, Schwarzenegger."

Clark led him to a villa on Bourke Street.

Usually, someone will be hired to clean it regularly to keep it clean and tidy.

As for those things that are not visible, they are hidden in the locked basement.

Clark contacted the servant and told the chef to come back to cook.

After half an hour, a rather sumptuous dinner was served.

"Schwarzenegger, the reception was poor, and I still look to Haihan."

Seeing that this is not the Earl's Palace, Suzuki Qiaoqiao has a guess in his heart:

"It's alright, it doesn't matter if you almost eat. It's not a waste of time to get to know you today."

Clark was very happy when he heard the words and raised his glass:

"Hahaha, come, drink, I respect you!"

Between pushing the cup and changing the cup, the atmosphere is strong.

What he offers is a distilled spirit made from malt, and the alcohol is not high.

The taste is a bit rough, similar to Kvass beer.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Clark pretended to inadvertently asked:

"Friend, do you remember when you bumped into a newsboy before the opera started?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's face was a little red, and he slowed down and said:

"Remember, what happened?"

Clark grinned, put his arms around his shoulders and shook:

"Did you have any special thoughts about that child at the time?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao hiccupped and subtly performed the embarrassment of being discovered secrets:

"Oh, don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."

Seeing that he didn't reject it directly, Clark tried a formula:

"Don't pretend, do you think I can't see it?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao grinned bitterly and admitted 'reluctantly':

"Well, I do have such a vague idea of ​​him. Let's change the subject and forget about it."

The more Schwarzenegger avoided, the more certain Clark became.

This guy, like himself, has some kind of special hobby.

Perhaps it was the first time that he had met such a compatible companion. He was in a happy mood and was a little floating.

Clark stopped beating around the bush and shot straight:

"Maybe you don't remember, we met in the library. At the time, you were reading some books on criminal law. Could it be... intended to be used on children?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao lowered his head and said nothing, as if acquiesced.

This made Clark's sense of expectation even more inflated:

"I have something nice here, do you want to take a look?"

……

(This paragraph is not worth the money: I’m 29 years old today, not much to say. It will continue every day until the end of the month. Those who have tickets will get a ticket, and those who don’t have a ticket will stick to the personal field, Arigado~)

Chapter 333 For Whom the Death Bell Tolls

Because of his girlfriend Huihara Ai, Suzuki Qiaoqiao has read a lot of criminal psychology books.

For this control, it is just right.

If you refuse at this time, you will miss the opportunity to find the collection room.

In case there are still children inside, one can save one.

It would be too frivolous to agree directly.

He licked his lips, looking very interested.

Immediately, he forced his face again and threw the difficult question back:

"This...isn't it good?"

Clark noticed these little details and was very satisfied:

"Damn, we are good friends, what's the point?"