Meiman: Weaving Myths, Starting From Urban Legends

Don't look at Chu Mu likes to touch fish.

In fact, as Phil Coulson said, there is nothing wrong with his work efficiency and professional skills, which is why Phil Coulson loves and hates him.

In the case of investigating the disappearance of innocent citizens in the mysterious wilderness, Chu Mu used his professional skills very professionally and questioned the blond hot girl and some regular customers present.

at first.

Some old customers did not cooperate with his investigation, and even provoked him who spoke rudely.

"How can there be a hairless-little guy sneaking in!"

"It's really interesting! Boy! Come to find out about those missing people. Have you lost any relatives?"

"I bet he is the fiancée."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Asian faces! Don't listen to them! Come on! I've got some marijuana here! Do you want to experience our special entertainment of the United States people!"

A bunch of hippies.

In the final analysis, it is not even as good as non-mainstream.

They're more like street thugs.

"boom!"

The hippies didn't care about Chu Mu's news at all, even if Chu Mu showed his FBI ID [it wouldn't be ten-point deterrent to these hippies.

There is no way.

Chu Mu could only use the most simple and direct method of deterrence-killing a person to refresh everyone. Without changing his face, he directly collapsed a man who pulled out a pistol and pretended to be compared to him.

"Hey, buddy, don't think that you are the only one with weapons, see my big treasure..." The only people who dare to show their weapons in the face of federal agents are probably the only ones with a politically correct complexion.

This is not a stereotype.

But even the lower-level white people, as long as their spirits are still normal, they will remember some of the truths their parents taught them when they were young.

Only niggers.

Most of them were educated in the brainwashing education of "I have a gun, I am invincible", so there are so many law enforcement videos of black people leaving the country circulating on the Internet.

A person, a gun, with the cover of the night, they will feel that they are the sons of the night, even if you are carrying a bazooka, they will dare to draw a gun at you.

"Now, can you guys answer my question?" Chu Mu calmly blasted a nigger's head with the Desert Eagle.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became harmonious.

Whether it's people with racial discrimination, or those addicts who are drunk and high on drugs, they all change into a posture with a correct attitude and a good-sounding speech.

"Definitely, it is our duty as citizens to cooperate with your investigation."

"We also really want to find the killer."

"What do you want to know, Mr. Inspector, for the sake of our countrymen?"

A nigger with his head exploding.

The visual impact on everyone is obviously not weak.

Blonde babes are freaking out under the bar.

Every hippie.

At the moment has become Mr. Good Man.

"Sure enough, American-style cohabitation is always the most effective way to draw closer relationships."

Chu Mu's subsequent questioning process went very smoothly, and his expression gradually became a bit dignified as he was constantly questioning. His professional skills made him realize that the disappearance here is probably not related to some serial killer. , but indeed cases involving supernatural events.

"Have you ever seen a missing person ask you for help in the toilet of a bar, then turn around and disappear?" Chu Mu frowned as he looked at the group of hippies in front of him.

"That's right."

Hippies sit in rows like kindergarteners. If you don't look at their previous behavior, maybe it will make people feel that they are all good children in a mental hospital

"Didn't you tell the police?"

Chu Mu's inquiry made everyone look at each other in dismay.

"I told you, the police said we were high..."

One of the hippies replied helplessly, and he began to tell his own ghost experience again, but was interrupted by Chu Mu, who had heard it twice before, raised his hand.

"I understand, our FBI has a professional exorcist master, and I will call him to perform the exorcism tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about the problem here.

"Remember to collect the body of this black guy. He drew his gun at the federal agents. I just fought back normally. Do you have any objections to this matter?"

Chu Mu looked at the time.

Also ready to leave.

Now that it has been determined that it is a supernatural event, his investigation should naturally come to an end, and the rest should be something that Phil Coulson has to worry about.

As for whether Phil Coulson will be able to find the master exorcist... well, who knows. Anyway, in Chu Mu's memories of the Marvel movies, he didn't think of anything about the wilderness bar.

"No objection, no objection, it's all his fault."

"You haven't emptied the magazine, you are already very restrained."

"We understand, we understand, he's a nigger and everyone knows how dangerous he is.

A group of hippies wanted to send Chu Mu away quickly.

Chu Mu didn't want to stay too long.

He glanced at the person who called decedent a "nigger" with some weirdness. Judging from the other person's skin color, the other person must have at least half of black blood.

"Fine, pack my beef burger."

The 30-dollar burger, even if you can't finish it and throw it in the trash, Chu Mu doesn't want to stay in this black shop, so he pushed the door and walked out with the packed bag.

"Clah la la la ~"

The torrential rain is still falling.

The burly bartender still hasn't improved his memory.

"Boy! Stop!"

Just went out.

Chu Mu saw that the burly bartender stopped a thin, black-robed young man who was drenched in the pouring rain and had a gloomy face, as if several people had died at home.

"Only Angels are allowed to enter here!"

0 looking for flowers......

Good guy.

Not just a short memory.

Doesn't this line need to be changed?

"I hate hearing the word Angel!"

The man in black robe looked elegant like an ancient nobleman. He stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the burly bartender by the neck and lifted the burly bartender directly above his head.

"I hate you humans too."

Following the voice of the black-robed man, a burly man weighing more than two hundred catties, in the blink of an eye, directly turned into a purple and ugly mummy.

"Snapped!"

The black-robed man threw away the mummy in his hands, and turned his head to look at Chu Mu who walked out the door. His eyes, which were normal at first, turned into pitch-black ink.

"Boom~*

A burst of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky behind the black-robed man.

pause time.

While the lightning illuminated the night sky, it also illuminated the face of the man in black robe. Under his extremely pale face, ten ferocious demon faces were looming.

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"Tell me, human, are you waiting for Angel here too?" The black-robed man looked at Chu Mu playfully, his dark eyes full of malicious intent.

"I smell your soul and it seems delicious."

He slowly approached Chu Mu, who seemed to be stupefied by fright, and stood very close to Chu Mu, revealing his extremely ferocious devil face.

This guy obviously wanted to scare Chu Mu, and then killed Chu Mu when Chu Mu was frightened. Chu Mu also knew this, because Jin Mu recognized the identity of the man in front of him.

Witch Heart Demon.

The villain in the events related to Ghost Rider.

Prince of Hell.

The rebellious son of Mephisto.

"You are a badass!"

Seeing that Wu Xinmo put his face close to Chu Mu, he gave Wu Xinmo a big mouth with his backhand, and directly stunned Wu Xinmo who wanted to bite off Chu Mu's head. Even for a demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years, the psychological impact a large pen pocket can cause is enormous.

This is not.

The witch heart demon with a face of disbelief was stunned, and he showed his devilish face to Chu Mu again, as if he thought that Chu Mu was short-sighted and couldn't see clearly before.

"Crack~"

The big mouth of the backhand is smoother than that of the forehand.

"I think you are really a badass."

Chu Mu definitely has no fear of the demonic face of the Witch.

The [Angel] on the ground in Sequence 2 has added strength.

Than evil door.

He really wasn't afraid of anyone.

"What's the matter with you human being!?" Wu Xinmo only felt the burning pain on his face, he was not only shocked that Chu Mu dared to attack him.

It is even more difficult to understand why Chu Mu's attack makes him feel pain. Shouldn't human beings be like that guy just now, humble bugs that can be crushed when pinched?