I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

With a bang, Smith kicked open the door. Holding his gun, Wick observed carefully for a moment before walking in cautiously.

"Safety!"

After they carefully searched all the rooms, they put down their guns only after making sure that no one was there.

Still holding that poor broken window hammer, Scoff cautiously poked his head in: "I said, two big brothers, what are we looking for?"

"Some basic information."

Smith opened the closet, and there were only a set of black suits and white shirts in the closet, other than that, there was no other clothes.

Wick checked other places. Most of the drawers were empty, but a folded document was found in the interlayer of a drawer in the living room.

When I opened it, it was a subway train timetable. Although the year, month and time are not marked on it, but seeing that the paper has turned yellow, I know that this timetable has been here for quite a while.

"What's written on it?"

Smith and Scoff approached, Wick frowned and said, "It's nothing, just circled a few dates."

Looking at the series of circles on the timetable, Smith snorted: "It's not just a few, look at the schedule of these small days, all year round."

Scoff gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that this is their timetable for killing people?"

"It's possible," Wick flicked the paper and sighed. "If that's the case, then the terrible massacre last night may have been going on for many years."

Scoff slapped his hands with a "huh": "Let me just say that there are people inside the police who are in collusion with them. Such a horrible serial murder case, if no one helps to cover it up, how could it be possible to hide it for such a long time."

Smith nodded: "Although I don't like this kid's sudden surprise, I have to admit that what he said just now is correct. Don't talk about the police now, maybe NIA is not reliable."

"But I think of one person, that guy should be reliable."

Wick and Smith glanced at each other. Although Wick didn't say his name, Smith knew who he was referring to.

Smith shrugged: "I don't know how to contact that guy."

Wick took out his mobile phone, only to find that it had automatically shut down because it hadn't been charged all day and night. He sighed, and looked at Scoff: "You must have that person's phone number, right?"

Scoff was taken aback: "Who?"

"NIA Special Agents,

sheron. "

"Ah? He gave me his business card." Scoff touched his pocket subconsciously, and suddenly slapped his thigh regretfully, "It's bad. I came out of the police station that day and threw away his business card in a fit of anger."

"why?"

"Uh... It's not because I called the police, but the female police officer didn't listen at all, so whenever I got angry, I just..."

"You're out of your mind," Smith opened his eyes incredulously, "Why throw that guy's business card?"

"It's just... I was emotional at the time, and my hands trembled..." Scoff scratched his head, then suddenly realized, and stared at Smith, "No, I hear what you two mean, you two should also know Sharon, Why didn't you leave his contact number?"

Smith touched his nose in embarrassment, and turned his head to look aside.

He declined to answer the question.

Wick said helplessly: "Then what should we do, we can't just go to his house to find him?"

Smith raised his eyebrows: "Do you still know where he lives?"

Wick shrugged: "I told you, work relationship."

Scoff frowned and said, "It's not good for us to rush to the door like this. After all, we don't have any substantive evidence in our hands. Will he believe what we say?"

Smith rubbed his chin: "It's hard to say. According to my observation, that kid is extremely cunning. If we appear so suddenly, he absolutely suspects that this is a trap."

Well, our Mr. Smith was clever but was mistaken by cleverness.

Wick frowned and said, "If that's the case, then there's no need for me to charge my phone and contact him again."

Scoff said pitifully, "Then what should we do now?"

"What else can I do? Go back to each house and find each mother." Smith stretched his waist, "After tossing for a long time, I have neither confirmed the identity of the other party nor found a way to eliminate the other party. What can I do if I don't go home now?" Do, do you want to go back to the subway station again?"

The three of them recalled the thrilling scene last night, shuddered at the same time, and shook their heads quickly.

"That's it, let's withdraw..." Smith waved his hands, "By the way, clean up the scene and don't leave any clues."

Wick pointed to the door that was kicked by Smith, but did not speak.

Smith blinked, and suddenly kicked the seat next to him away: "It's just like a burglary."

As the saying goes, there is no book without a coincidence.

After the three of Wick walked for half an hour, Xie Lun and Tina arrived by car, and the two sides happened to be staggered.

So what was displayed in front of Xie Lun was a wide open door and a messy room.

Therefore, Wick, Smith, and Schauf will suffer even more.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.

Let’s talk about Skoff’s girlfriend, Maya, who is in Skoff’s burrow at this time, calling his best friend, the gallery owner Susan: “...don’t worry, I’ve already given him a good lesson, and I promise to make him behave It's a real job, but let me tell you one thing... Really, those two handsome guys are super handsome..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Maya got up and walked towards the door, while laughing: "Wait, someone knocks on the door, I guess they will come... You still don't believe it, wait for me to take a photo with them, you see Just to make sure I can't close my legs... that's fine, I won't be poor with you, I'll die first."

Hanging up the phone here, Maya stretched out her hand and opened the door.

And standing outside the door was a tall and burly strange man in a black suit.

Maya frowned: "Who are you looking for?"

The man didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand and pulled out a big hammer from behind.

In the Vigo Building, Helen was sitting at her desk in a state of uneasiness, tapping her fingers on the keyboard unconsciously.

Her female boss passed by, saw her appearance, frowned, stopped and asked, "Are you feeling unwell, or is there something else?"

"Sorry," Helen said nervously, "I haven't been able to get in touch with my fiancé since last night, so I'm a little worried."

The female boss said seriously: "Since your mind is not on work, then please take leave and go back."

"No, I was just a little distracted just now, and then I will focus on my work."

"No, Helen, I'm telling the truth." The female boss leaned over and said in a low voice, "The atmosphere in the company has become more and more tense recently, and the chairman has already fired several people. If he sees your current state, he will definitely You will lose your temper. So listen to me, Helen, go back today and have a good rest, understand?"

Helen sighed and nodded: "I understand, then... I will go back first, thank you!"

The female boss patted Helen on the shoulder and sighed silently. She was going to meet Chairman Vigo, who was getting more and more out of sorts recently.

Helen stepped out of the elevator in a hurry and entered the underground parking lot under the building. Just in the elevator, she called Wick again, but she still couldn't get through.

"It's okay, this happened to him before, and he suddenly lost contact for several days, it's okay!"

Having said that, for some reason, Helen still felt terrified, as if something bad was about to happen.

Helen got into her car, just fastened her seat belt, and was about to start the car. Suddenly, a hand wearing a black glove quietly stretched out from the back seat and covered her mouth and nose.