I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

Of course, Xie Lun would not trust the female police officer's explanation, directly fired her gun, and pushed her into the police station.

When I came to the detention room inside, I didn't expect that there was more than one person locked up inside. A muscular Caucasian boy sat in a corner, looking at the man lying on the iron railing of the detention room with disdain, crying and making a scene outside.

Facing the man's slovenly and dirty appearance, Xie Lun already trusted the female police officer's words in his heart. However, out of caution, he still leaned over and said in a deep voice, "Sir, please extend your hand."

The man stretched out his hands happily, and shouted: "Sir, look at the wounds on my hands, they were all caused by them. Get me out quickly, or if I don't get out, I will die, I will really die... "

Xie Lun pinched the opponent's wrist, but he didn't receive the system prompt, snorted, and said in a bad mood: "Do you think I'm blind? Did the injury on my hand be pricked by myself?"

"No, sir, please listen to me, I was really wronged, I was arrested for no reason at all..."

From the pinhole on the man's arm, the deformed teeth, and the blurred and dilated pupils, Xie Lun could tell that this guy was definitely a drug addict, or a long-term drug addict.

Xie Lun has no sympathy for this kind of social dregs. He stood up and ignored this guy, looked up at the little brother inside, frowned and said, "You, come here."

The white guy glanced at Xie Lun, got up lazily and walked over: "What's the matter, sir?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"Drunk driving."

"Hold out your hand."

Xie Lun also grabbed this buddy's wrist, but he still didn't receive the system prompt. He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, and frowned, "Look at your calluses, you should be touching the gun for a long time."

"Iraq's 12th Cavalry Division," the white man said lazily, "but this is a disgraceful war, and I am ashamed of it."

Not finding the clues he wanted, Xie Lun ignored the two men, returned the gun to the female police officer, and said in a deep voice, "Sorry, officer, professional habits."

The female police officer took her own gun and forced a smile: "It's okay, sir, I know the process for us people to do things."

Xie Lun didn't need to say anything and was too lazy to say anything. He just wanted to go out. At this time, the door of the police station was pushed open, and a tall and strong sheriff with gray hair walked in.

The female police officer hurried forward and introduced to Xie Lun: "Sir, this is the Sheriff of our police station. Sheriff, this is an agent from NAI."

Seeing this familiar old sheriff, Xie Lun showed his ID and said in a deep voice, "NIA special agent, Xie Lun."

The sheriff carefully checked Sherron's ID before shaking hands with Sherron: "Sir, I am the sheriff of this town, Ray Arnold, just call me Ray."

[Important witnesses detected in the case—Sheriff Ray Arnold, codenamed "Last Stand". After solving this case, experience points and points will be rewarded according to the degree of completion. Please pay attention to the detectives]

"Okay, Sergeant Lei, just ask me to thank Detective." Sheron's eyes lit up when he heard the system prompt, and he said with a smile, "Can we go to a quieter place and have a chat?"

"Sorry, please come to my office." Lei hurriedly led Xie Lun to a small but very clean office, and asked Xie Lun to sit down. He came to the door of the office again and told the female police officer: "Penny, hurry up and make two cups of coffee. Remember, use coffee beans, not instant ones that dissolve like cat feces."

Penny shrugged and said in a low voice: "Sheriff, you should know that our bureau doesn't even have instant coffee right now?"

"Oh, that's right, damn it." Ray took out two banknotes and handed them to Penny, "Then let the restaurant across the street deliver them. Remember, it's best, hurry up."

Xie Lun pretended not to hear Lei's whisper at the door,

Seeing Lei close the door and sit opposite him, he smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, Sergeant Lei, I'm just here on a routine basis to see if there are any difficult cases in the local area."

"Then you came to the wrong place," Sergeant Lei said with a smile, "Our town has nothing but corn and potatoes. There are neither surprises nor crimes."

"Really?" Xie Lun frowned, "Is there no case of disappearance or suicide?"

"There is no suicide. If it is missing, it has been more than ten years since I came here. There are only a few cases in total, and they are all young people who ran away from home, and most of them got in touch with their families later." Police Lei Chang shrugged and said, "But now the NIA is still in charge of the disappearance?"

Xie Lun pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Then, have any strange things happened in the town recently, or have any strangers visited?"

"I haven't heard anything strange, but it's just what strangers say," Lei pouted. "Just when I went to the restaurant for dinner, a group of strangers really came. They didn't look like good people. But after My warning, they've left town."

Xie Lun regained his energy in an instant, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me about the specific situation."

At the same time, Ferry Pux was struggling to get out of the cornfield, looking at the two-story American-style buildings in front of him, he spit dusty saliva on the ground in a bad mood. : "This madman actually built his house in the cornfield."

As he spoke, he knocked on the door vigorously and said loudly, "Mr. Cowes, I'm Ferry from the New York investment bank. We talked on the phone earlier."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the room.

Ferry raised his eyebrows suspiciously. Could it be that this old guy is out and not at home?

He knocked on the door twice more, and finally lost his patience and waved his hand casually. Immediately, more than a dozen big men in black clothes armed with guns rushed out from the cornfield, kicked open the door, and rushed into the small building in an extremely standard tactical formation.

After a while, a big man poked his head out from the room and said to Ferry who was standing outside smoking a cigar, "Boss, it's safe inside, but you'd better take a look at something."

As soon as Ferry entered the door, he was greeted by a foul stench that nearly smoked him out again. Hastily took out a handkerchief to cover his nose, frowned and looked in the direction pointed by the big man.

The curtains had been pulled aside by the big guys, and the sunlight came in, clearly exposing the situation in the living room to Ferry's eyes.

Looking at the corpse lying on the single sofa, Ferry snorted, "Are you sure it's the old man Cos?"

The big man who was following Ferry nodded and said, "Although half of his head is missing, it should be him. Judging from the degree of decay, he has been dead for at least two or three days in such hot weather."

Ferry looked at the shotgun in the corpse's hand: "Suicide?"

"suicide."

"Great, this saves us doing it again." Ferry turned around and quickly left the small building, took a deep breath, and breathed in the fresh air outside for a long time before raising his voice, "Gentlemen, let's start, our There are less than 24 hours left."