Heading northeast from the 17th arrondissement, the 18th and 19th arrondissements weren't safe.
As for the 93rd arrondissement, in Elena's words, it was hell, not France.
Luke pondered for a moment. He could check out the 18th arrondissement today, but he was in no hurry to go to the 93rd arrondissement after what he had done last night.
Also, he had a more suitable informant than the art student in front of him — Daniel.
The taxi driver, who clearly didn't follow the law, might disappear from this world in a few days if he didn't know what was going on in Paris.
Making up his mind, Luke relaxed and chatted with Elena.
They chatted until noon, when Luke said that he was going to get some rest, and paid the rent.
Elena followed Luke and said that she would help him call her father.
But … no one was there.
Elena apologized, but Luke could tell that the girl had expected this, and immediately realized that she had followed him upstairs on purpose.
But he had to make some preparations, and obviously couldn't spend any more time with the girl. He could only smile and say that he was going to get some rest, before he closed the door.
With his Sharp Nose, he could clearly sense that Elena had been standing at the door for at least a minute, and with his keen ears, he heard her soft cheers.
Unfortunately, the cheers were in French, and he couldn't understand them.
Luke simply shook his head with a smile and sat down on his bed. He opened his backpack and took out the modified notebook, before he began to examine it.
There was a map of Paris in it, as well as all kinds of files.
He repeatedly checked all kinds of information, such as the distance between his place and the 18th arrondissement and the 93rd arrondissement, the traffic conditions, the buildings, and the residents.
His efforts in such a world-class city weren't very effective, but he still had to do some preparatory work.
Unfortunately, Tony Stark's technology wasn't mature enough to create artificial intelligence yet, so Luke naturally couldn't do it.
Luke suspected that even if he learned all of Tony Stark's abilities, he probably wouldn't be able to create someone like Jarvis.
Tony Stark didn't have a way to create Jarvis, and Jarvis's appearance seemed to be an accident.
So, Luke didn't have high hopes for it.
After more than an hour, there was a knock on the door.
Luke raised his head and saw a smile on Elena's face through the undrawn curtains.
He couldn't help but chuckle. Why does Elena have a childish temper too? What was the meaning of running to the window after knocking on the door?
He stuffed the laptop into his bag and opened the door. "Helene, what's the matter?"
Elena said, "My dad is back. He wants to see you."
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why did it sound like he was a live-in son-in-law? He was just renting a place.
Then, he looked past Elena, who was only 1.6 meters tall, at the old man who was a few meters away. "This is your father? How should I address him? "
Elena said, "Yes, just call him Pierre."
Luke nodded and reached out to the old man. "Pierre, nice to meet you."
Pierre did not answer at once, but looked him up and down, and at last nodded. "Well, a good boy," he said, and embraced him.
Luke was stunned. Are we that close? Or are all French people so passionate?
Pierre's English was obviously not very good, and he said a few words very quickly, which Elena translated. He said that he was welcome to stay, but reminded him to come back early in the evening, preferably before six o'clock.
Luke nodded with a smile. "I'll be careful. If I'm not coming back, I'll let you know before I leave. "
Elena found that odd. "You're not coming back?"
Luke said with a smile, "I'm here with my teacher. I need to learn from her sometimes."
Elena was curious, but it wasn't her place to ask. They weren't that close yet, so she could only nod.
In fact, Luke was about to leave.
After giving the rent to Pierre, Luke left with his bag, much to Elena's disappointment. She had been planning to talk to the boy in the afternoon.
Luke said goodbye to them with a smile, before he turned onto the street.
He got on a bus and bought a cheap and practical Nokia brick from Bouygues, one of the three major French carriers, as well as several prepaid SIM cards. He then went out to make a call.
Twenty minutes later, Daniel showed up. He was still as sloppy as ever, but he had a brilliant smile on his face. "Richie, I'm so happy to see you again."
Amused, Luke got into the car. "Yes, because you won the bet." Saying that, he tossed a thousand euros at him.
Daniel caught it with a smile and put it in his pocket. "Where are you going today? Richie. "
Luke said, "Take me to the 18th arrondissement. Don't go too fast. Let's talk on the way."
Daniel hesitated. "But I'm a driver. I'm not a professional guide."
Luke immediately tossed him another thousand euros. "Five hundred for the ride and five hundred for the consultation. The fare is extra."
Daniel said, "… I suddenly realized that I'm quite familiar with Paris. Richie, what do you want to know? "
Luke said, "The 18th arrondissement, the red-light district, and the dangerous gangs."
Daniel looked at him in the rearview mirror. "Hoho, do you want to have some fun? I can recommend a safe place for you. But remember to wear safety gear. I'm only talking about life and property, not health. I remember a guy who missed this advice last time, and could only go to the doctor … "
Luke interrupted the chattering taxi driver. "No, I want to know everything down to the details. I'm free to go wherever I want. Daniel, for the sake of more consultation fees, can you be more professional? "
Daniel shrugged. "Fine. What do you want to hear?"
In two hours, Daniel drove around several places in the 18th arrondissement at a relatively normal speed, before he dropped the driver off somewhere else.
Luke tossed another thousand euros to Daniel. "The rest is for consultation fees. Don't screw up when I need your car. "
Daniel kissed the bill with a smile. "I'm happy to oblige you for your generosity."
In just two hours, he had earned three thousand euros.
Unlike regular taxi drivers, this guy's cab was illegal.
That was right, his registration was fake, and he didn't even have a driver's license. His name was already on the DMV's blacklist, and they wouldn't issue him any permits.
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