The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

Broadway Avenue is an important traffic road in New York City, starting from Battery Park in the south and crossing Manhattan Island from south to north.Because there are a large number of theaters on both sides of this road, it is an important place for the development of American dramas and musicals, so "Broadway" has become synonymous with musicals.

That is... Poe's private area is a bit far from Broadway. Even in New York City, it takes more than three hours to drive from the mansion to the Soul Theater.

The schedule of performances was dug out from the letter.

"The show starts tonight at eight o'clock."

The young man with thick bangs raised his head and looked at the wall clock in the living room. The hour hand was pointing between one and two.

If we start now, we will catch up with the evening rush hour. The worst result is that there will be traffic jams all the time. They may not enter the venue until the show starts.

"Can't it be done?" Luanbu licked off the milk stains on his lips, and the arc of his narrowed eyes tended to widen slightly.

Poe took a deep breath, stood up from the dining table, clapped his hands on the table, and exhaled slowly again.

"It can be done."

He Hui blinked his eyes in surprise.

Judging from Poe's daily performance, he is extremely resistant to noisy banquets, and he does not participate in public activities where many people share a room.

——This is a social horror persona.

Let such a person take the initiative to step out of the house and go to the theater (although it is to solve the incident), and only the opponent recognized by Poe-Ranbu can do it.

Random steps can have friends who understand themselves;

Poe can also walk out of his shriveled shell at a chaotic pace;

You can play the emotional card when digging the wall and digging Poe to the KK Chamber of Commerce.

It's killing three birds with one stone again!

perfect!

......

He Hui raised his head and looked at the McLaren supercar that drove out of the garage.

Low chassis, smooth lines, outstanding power... The replacement is customized. If you are not a high-ranking official with power and relationship, you may not be able to start the replacement.

"I can't see it, Poe." The sports car slipping through the garage just now blinded Hehui's raccoon eyes, thinking that a family like Poe would not be interested in such things.

"My generation has a lot of collections." Poe puffed out his chest proudly.

Luanbu really didn't mean anything to the car, so he opened the co-pilot's door casually and sat in, "Let's go quickly."

He Hui looked at the McLaren with only two seats, and finally jumped into the car from the passenger window, and waved his paw at Po: "Driver Po, drive quickly!"

When Po fastened his seat belt and started to put into gear, He Hui

Instead, he couldn't hold back and said, "Is your bangs okay?"

Now it's time to go on the road, in case the car accident is not seen clearly... But judging from the price of the car and the "caution" of the driver, it is very likely that the one who was hit was unlucky.

slope:"......"

Poe: "We can see it."

The bangs are not put down to block my own line of sight, but because I... am not good at meeting other people's eyes.

During the next driving process, it was a bit boring for a while.

A three-hour drive is already the fastest estimate.Unhappy, he yawned with one hand, and stroked the raccoon's fur with the other—thank God, Taro didn't stroke against the fur this time.

......

"Poe, aren't you tired?" After driving for two hours, Ranbu closed his eyes tiredly, and stopped stroking his hair.

"Ah... In fact, it's better, my stamina is very strong."

As Poe, who often stays up late to write, his mental endurance is much stronger than that of Luanbu.

He Hui, who was squatting on Luanbu's lap like a raccoon, rubbed his back, and said with emotion: "Question: How many snacks and cakes are used to pile up Taro's soft abdominal muscles?"

Poe: "...Katschi, is it not good to say that Mr. Ranpo?"

He Hui: "It's okay, anyway, he can't hear now... ouch!"

The raccoon turned his head angrily, and looked at the culprit who grabbed the tip of his tail... the hand.

When did Taro pretend to be sleeping so well?

......

Even though Poe was driving as fast as he could, they hit the opening of the evening rush hour instead.

There will be a bunch of vehicles stopping and going on the Broadway street ahead, seriously affecting the speed of travel, and it may take an hour to wait for the remaining few kilometers.

He Hui looked at the electronic timetable in the car that had jumped to six, and estimated: "The show starts at eight o'clock, Poe, are you sure you can finish it before the opera starts?"

"It's hard for me to say." Talking about the incident, Poe's tone was very calm, "I'm not sure if this is a gimmick directed and acted by the director of the theater, or if it's a real threat, and there are not enough clues."

"Probably a real threat." He Hui pressed his paw on the mobile phone that slipped out of Poe's arms, searching for information about the Soul Theater.

If it was a gimmick, the news would definitely be released to attract more viewers, but there is no information about the threat [Golden Apple] on the Internet.

Obviously, no news was released, and only a few insiders knew about it.

After Ranpo opened the letter in Hehui, he made a decision to solve the [Golden Apple] incident.

He Hui believes that with Luanbu's temperament, he will never take the initiative to search for cases to test Poe.

Yes, Luanbu didn't even read the letter, only saw He Hui and Po reading the letter.

Just listening to them read a few words in the letter, do you know that this is a real incident?

IQ was hit by a small potted plant.

Hehui in the raccoon glanced out of the window, adjusting his mentality while admiring the scenery on the street.

Suddenly, a silver vehicle sped past, streaked a silver light on the side, overtook Poe's McLaren supercar in an instant, and blocked him directly in front of him.

slope:......

Poe was forced to stop when he was about to speed up and overtake.

He Hui probed and saw the license plate of the vehicle ahead

YUK910

"It's a Jaguar E-type sports car."

"...Your McLaren was overtaken by a Jaguar." The deep contempt in He Hui's eyes was about to overflow.

Poe explained in a flustered moment: "There is a speed limit on this road, he is obviously speeding!"

As a result, Poe found that the sarcasm in the eyes of his beloved pet was even stronger.

"grumble!"

slope:......

Katsch, are you silent?

Although this is Carl's usual voice, but...you are human, how do you manage to make raccoon sounds without shame?

Poe's hand, hanging on the gear, trembled slightly.

Do you want to overtake it?

"Don't worry, there are no police around, so you won't be arrested."

There are no speed detectors in the United States. As long as you don't get caught by the traffic police on the spot, everything is fine.

He Hui was encouraging: "Besides, the time to leave the show is getting closer and closer, why not arrive early."

The young man with thick bangs pursed his lips, and finally stopped hesitating and stepped on the accelerator.

......

The author of the Night Baron series - Yusaku Kudo, an excellent American detective, has mastered a lot of skills.

Shooting, rowing, driving, flying a helicopter, dismantling bombs... These are just a few things he gave to his son, and there must be more skill trees lit up by him himself.

And Edgar Allan Poe, who is also a famous American detective, of course knows a lot.

Perhaps the characters in the detective need to use a lot of skills. In order to make the plot more natural and realistic, as authors, they need to be proficient in using the skills that appear in the book.

Don't underestimate the detective!

Accelerating suddenly, aiming at the silver Jaguar in front, Poe aimed at the gap between the two cars and drove straight through.

The calculation is not bad at all, even though the vehicle has automatically warned them that the distance between them is too close, the slope is still stable, without any touch beyond

The silver Jaguar was driving in front of it again.

"No way!"

On the other side, the owner of the silver Jaguar, Kudo Yukiko, who is also the wife of the above-mentioned Kudo Yusaku, sighed in surprise at the McLaren that surpassed him.

Yukiko's son, Kudo Shinichi has just entered the first year of high school this year. Taking advantage of the summer vacation, she invited him to come to New York with his childhood sweetheart Mori Ran.

She has just picked up Kudo Shinichi and Mori Ran from the airport, but she is about to miss her friend's invitation because she misremembered the summer timetable.

No way, we can only speed up the process on the road.

When Yukiko just overtook the McLaren, she whistled jokingly.

"Look, Shinichi, Lan, it's a McLaren supercar!" The actress who was popular all over the world said excitedly: "This smooth car line is so beautiful."

Surprised, he surpassed it without hesitation.

Feeling the body of her beloved car slowly passing the McLaren, Yukiko brushed her hair triumphantly.

"Haha, but what about McLaren, if I overtake it!"

Hello.

Kudo Shinichi in the passenger seat rolled out his half-moon eyes.

Another girl was very supportive, "The car just now is called...McLaren? It's really a beautiful car."

Mao Lilan doesn't know much about these things, but she will answer every question seriously.

"Yeah, I also considered this model when I bought a new car, but if it is a supercar, it can only seat two people, so I can't pick you up."

But You Xizi was not proud for a while, and was overtaken by McLaren again.

Yukiko: "..."

Shinichi Kudo: "...Pfft!"

Yuxiko: "Xinyi, you were laughing just now."

Kudo Shinichi: "Uh..."

"Very good, McLaren, you have successfully caught my attention." Yukiko clenched the steering wheel, feeling the long-lost fighting spirit, "When it comes to drag racing, I have never lost to anyone!"

The famous actress showed a confident smile, with passionate emotions in her eyes.

The long-lost match, she, Yukiko Kudo, accepted!

I could see what my mother was thinking at a glance, Kudo Shinichi, a good young man in society, weakly raised his hand, "That, mom, drag racing here..."

You Xizi frowned, and suddenly showed an elegant smile to her son, "What's the matter, Xiaoxin?"

Kudo Shinichi, who was called by his nickname, trembled all over, and slowly said with a smile: "No, I just wanted to say...the McLaren that passed you just now is gone."

Eh?

Just the moment of turning the head, the super car

After seeing Youxizi's McLaren, it pumped up its horsepower and continued to overtake one after another, leaving Youxizi's Jaguar far away.

Yukiko: ...

You Xizi: "Xiaoxin, do you remember the license plate of that car? We have to tell Mr. Police about the speeding car."

(Continue to speak)

The author has something to say: Wow, I really hold a grudge.

But these words can only be thought about in my heart, if I say it, my mother will be endless.

Kudo Shinichi relaxed his body and fell on the backrest, "YUI910...just tell Mr. Police about this, she is indeed speeding anyway."

Yukiko: ...

Yuxiko: Why did you report my mother's license plate number!

Speaking in speaking:

At the beginning, the introductory discourse of Broadway refers to Baidu Encyclopedia, which occupies 86 characters, so I will make up the text.