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very mediocre, but 西安夜生活第一论坛网 there is such a faint strange smell, it smells like motor oil.

Mechanic? In addition to mining in the west, there are also those mechanics. Presumably some of the machines are broken, and you should be

assigned to fix it. In the middle of the bullseye, the man suddenly became energetic and looked at Lorenzo with a little curiosity. I want to use this small chat to pass the long time on the road, but I did not expect to meet an interesting person. 西安桑拿网

How did you guess it?

Because my roommate is a mechanic, just like you, there is a smell of engine oil on his body, his hands are full of cocoons, and he must be on call. The machines in the factory are often broken, and he is just like you when there are not enough people, no matter where he is. I have to rush back to fix it. To be honest

, this man with a 西安夜生活第一论坛网 little haggard feeling and dark circles is just a copy of Lorenzo’s roommate, so it’s so intimate.

I haven’t seen him for almost half a month.

I’m afraid it was not soaked in the factory. I really don’t know how to say it. The

man laughed and scratched his head. He was also very uncomfortable with this damn job.

So what do you do? The man was full of curiosity about

Lorenzo .

Well, Lorenzo began to ponder, he 新西安夜网 said.

Detective, a second-rate detective.

As for the specific business or something, Lorenzo does not intend to talk about it, after all, whether it is to catch a junior or serve a shrike , These are all invisible, as for the deeper fighting with demons, let alone these things.

Detective?

This vocabulary seemed to touch the man’s nerves. He really looked at Lorenzo this time, and his gaze swept back and forth. The hidden features 西安耍耍网 gradually overlapped with a person in his memory.

So what is the name?

As if to make the final confirmation, the man stretched out his hand as if he was making friends.

Lorenzo naturally stretched out his hand to hold him together, and then a hearty smile appeared on his face.

Lorenzo Holmes.

Listening to the detec