I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

"Ah... sneezing, my God, it's freezing me to death."

"Shut up, Smith, you're still wearing a trench coat anyway."

"It's my fault. Who told you to only care about demeanor and not temperature. It's already December, and if you wear a suit, you deserve to be frozen to death."

"I said, two big brothers, can we go into the house and quarrel? It's okay for you two to sit in the back, but I'm in front, and the cold wind blows all over me."

"You have the nerve to say that at first you thought you were driving a car, but it turned out to be a motorcycle."

Scoff took out the key with trembling hands, and opened the door. Wick and Smith squeezed into the room quickly, clutching their shoulders and shrinking their heads.

"This is where you live? Tsk tsk..."

Smith and Wick looked around. Although they didn't speak, their expressions said everything.

Scoff rolled his eyes: "I don't think you two are good enough, you can go out now, don't send it off!"

"Okay, I'll leave right away when I get warmer."

Smith rubbed his hands and gasped: "There's no heating... Oh my God, where's the hot water?"

"I have a blanket in my room, let's just put it on."

Scoff took out the blanket from his bedroom, threw it to Smith and Wick, and went to boil the hot water while shivering.

The three of them squeezed into a motorcycle and came this way suddenly. Not to mention the cold wind, the clothes were soaked in dew. Wick and Smith took off their coats, put on dry and warm blankets, and after waiting for Scoff to bring the hot tea, they immediately showed satisfied smiles on their faces.

Just as the three of them were curled up on the sofa, wrapped in blankets, holding teacups in their hands, sipping tea happily. The door suddenly opened, and a black-haired woman walked in: "Scroft, you bastard, where have you been running all day, and you can't get through the phone..."

She shut her mouth abruptly, staring blankly at the three of them curled up on the sofa like refugees.

An awkward atmosphere spread in the air.

After a while, Scoff finally said dryly, "Maya, listen to my explanation..."

The woman stretched out her hand, closed her eyes and shook her head: "Tell me, how long have you guys been in this relationship? Also, is this the end of the matter, or is it just about to start?"

"..."

The three men looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while, each shuddered, wrapped their blankets tightly, and quickly opened the distance between each other.

"No, honey, it's not what you think it is..."

Excited, Scoff hurriedly stood up, and accidentally pulled off the blanket, revealing a slap to protect his heart.

"Don't worry, Scoff, I won't discriminate against you..."

"What? No, you misunderstood, Maya, you definitely misunderstood something."

"No need to explain, Scoff, to be honest, I'm really envious that you can find such a handsome male god... and you're fucking like two of them!"

With that said, the woman swallowed.

"Mai Karma, I can't stay here any longer."

Wick and Smith felt goosebumps all over their bodies, and stood up quickly.

"I want to go home. I miss my wife very much now."

"Same, I didn't call last night, my fiancee should be very worried about me."

Looking at Wick and Smith who were hurriedly putting on their coats, the woman curled her lips: "I have a wife and a fiancee, and I'm still playing with this... Bah, scumbag!"

Wick: "..."

Smith: "..."

The woman smiled, stepped forward and patted... or maybe touched, the strong arms of the two male gods, and said with a smile: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously. Let me introduce myself first, I am Schauf's Girlfriend—Maya, you two..."

Smith ignored her, just pulled out the gun, unloaded the magazine and looked at it, then turned to Wick and said, "I'm out of bullets, how about you?"

Wick said with a cold face: "Same."

"That can't be helped." Smith put away the gun and looked around, "Use a pillow, the knife splashes blood everywhere, and it will be very troublesome to clean up."

"It's okay," Wick said lightly, "I know a cleaning company, they specialize in this business,

Every time it is cleaned very clean, absolutely no traces are left. "

"That's great."

Smith grinned grimly at Maya and Scoff.

Scoff was too frightened to speak. After this night of fighting, he had already seen that the two guys were on the wrong track.

After all, who goes out with a gun on their waist?

Uh... this is the country of the United States, it seems that there is nothing wrong with carrying a gun.

But what about Smith ever asking for a grenade?

So Scoff suspects that they are either secret agents or secret agents, but now it seems that they are more like killers...

"Ha ha……"

Instead, Maya couldn't help but burst out laughing, reached out and patted Smith on the cheek, and said with a smile, "Are you still playing role-playing? It's so cute, my God, I'm a little bit moved. But now is not the time to talk about it..."

Maya turned around sharply, pointing at the pale-faced Schauf: "Where have you been these two days? Susan has been chasing me for your latest photos. Do you know our current family situation? No more income , you don’t even think about living in this kind of house.”

Scoff said with a bitter face: "Honey, it's not that I haven't worked hard. On the contrary, I've been tracking a big news for the past two days. If it is exposed, the photos will definitely sell for a good price."

"What about the photo?"

"...It was broken." Scoff almost cried, "The most critical shots were thrown into the subway along with the camera."

"Subway?" Maya was slightly taken aback, "Why are you taking pictures of the subway?"

Schauf recounted the past two days, especially last night, in detail. This lecture cannot be explained clearly in just a few sentences, especially at the beginning when Scoff mentioned the matter that Sheron asked him, and Wick and Smith also stayed curiously.

After Scoff finally finished speaking, the tea was re-brewed three times, and it was already bright outside.

"...Anyway, that's the way it is. I've tracked down the man in black to determine his address, work unit, and his commute to and from get off work."

Skoff took out a stack of photos from the darkroom, spread them on the table, and said with some annoyance: "But when he committed the crime last night, the most important photos were destroyed. Oh my god, it's really unlucky."

"Brother, if you meet Sheron, it's no wonder you're not in luck."

Wick and Smith looked at each other, but neither of them said anything.

"Scoff, my dear, it's not that I don't believe you, but the evidence you have now alone can't prove anything at all."

Maya took the photo, shook her head and said, "Maybe we should call the police, and this matter should be handed over to the police. As for you, you should turn your attention to other places."

"You still don't understand, Maya, look at the newspapers I collected." Scoff was a little emotional, "No matter how far away, I can be sure that most of the disappearances in the past three years should be related to that guy. "

He took out another stack of newspapers: "Look at these victims, whether they are homeless, or foreigners who can't resist life, or gangsters who don't care about it, drug addicts and the like..."

"Believe me, Maya, as long as I grasp the substantial evidence, we will become famous, rich, and popular."

Scoff clenched his fists tightly.

"Jingle Bell……"

In the narcissistic atmosphere of Scoff, a mobile phone rang suddenly and inappropriately. Smith nodded apologetically, took out his phone and hid aside.

After a while, he came back and said to Scoff: "Brother, don't investigate, this matter is not as simple as you imagined."

Scoff was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Smith shrugged: "It's very simple. On the way here, I sent a text message. Asked others to call the police anonymously, and then the police raided the slaughterhouse an hour ago, but unfortunately found nothing."

"how is this possible?"

Scoff opened his mouth wide.

Wick frowned: "Where is the subway platform hidden under the slaughterhouse?"

"This is the strangest place," Smith said solemnly. "There is no platform. The police have detected it. There is nothing under the slaughterhouse except dirt."