The Death Knell

The Upper East Side is a famous affluent area in New York. You can tell from the facilities on both sides of the street. How to identify whether a community is high-grade or not? In the United States, you only need to look at whether there are benches on the side of the street.

After all, only a safe place can allow people to sit down and enjoy the street view. Otherwise, it will become a VIP seat for enjoying street gunfights, the kind of VIP seat that will be 'sent away' if you are not careful.

The car with four people in it is now parked in such a block. There are not only clean benches on the roadside, but also beautifully trimmed street trees. Judging from the species, they are birches, with white bark and palm-sized leaves. There were patches of shade under the sun.

The houses on the roadside are a little older, but they are well-kept. The white exterior walls and wavy columns are very beautiful and elegant.

The incident took place in a high-end apartment. From a distance, the apartment manager could be seen exchanging words with the police with a look of panic on his face.

"It's too late again, the same thing?" J asked his partner for his opinion, and the car slowly slid around the corner towards the crime scene.

"I don't like wealthy areas. The police are dispatched too quickly." K pressed the button under the steering wheel and changed the license plate to the number registered by the FBI: "Did it take three minutes for us to be notified here?"

"Definitely not." J checked his pistol and the silver energy weapon was hidden in his arms: "Computer, do you know who lives here?"

"Searching for information."

The car's center console suddenly made a sound, and an image of a bald AI appeared on the display.

Judging from the dull tone, it is not considered a strong AI and is far inferior to Jarvis, but it is no problem to use it to check information online.

However, in the next second, various pop-up advertisements jumped into the screen. With the beeping of the alarm, the on-board printer began to work automatically. Papers with bikini girls printed on them flew out of the heater vents, and the sharp edges were beating. J screamed:

"Stop it! You've done something wrong again! I'm warning you, otherwise I will buy a new car this time!"

"Beep! Autopilot starts."

The printer stopped, the driver's seat suddenly retracted, and a black-clothed dummy wearing sunglasses popped out, pushing K, who was driving, into the back seat, and sat in Deathstroke's arms.

"You've been driving this car for 14 years?" Su Ming looked at the big nose sitting on his lap and raised his eyebrows speechlessly.

"It would have been better if it was 2014. During the time when K retired, I originally bought a better car." J knocked on the console a few times and put away the printing paper panting: "But after he came back, I have to drive this 40-year-old car.”

"It is not old. It is renovated and repaired every year." The big-nosed agent looked at his partner angrily: "I remember telling you many times that you are not allowed to use the car computer to view those alien pornographic websites on the Milky Way Internet. .”

"I didn't..." J turned his head and looked out the window guiltily.

K shook his head speechlessly, and the car happened to stop, so he opened the back door and walked out.

The police were setting up a cordon, and there were onlookers across the road taking photos with their mobile phones. Even the neighbors were blocking the garden door of the apartment. The situation was a bit serious.

"HQ, I need support and a 'fence'. At the same time, network messages need to be blocked. Another tow truck." K pressed the earphone to communicate with the headquarters. At the same time, he stepped around the police cars that blocked the road and reached out to pull out a black Here comes the wallet.

"Stop, who is it?"

The police officer who was sealing the door raised his hand to stop him from approaching. He was polite at first, but after seeing J getting out of the car, his other hand naturally went to the gun.

Black people are very dangerous. According to police rules, you can shoot at any time.

"FBI, who is the boss here?"

K stood in front of his partner, ignored the racist police, and directly showed his FBI ID. His black wallet could automatically generate various common IDs in the United States, and it was well-documented.

The policeman's face suddenly seemed to be wearing a mask of pain, with an expression of 'here we go again'. It was obvious that he had been robbed of many cases by the FBI in the past.

However, after going through the procedures, the federal law enforcement power is obviously higher than that of New York City. This is a reflection of the superiority of federal law over state legislation. Even if they want to file a complaint, ordinary police officers have no way to contact their superiors.

"Your nose is really sharper than a police dog. There has just been a perverted murder case. That's it." The policeman muttered a few words, then turned to look at the plainclothes detective who was taking notes with the administrator: "Head! There's someone here. A few friendly federal agents!"

So the detective also put on a mask of pain on his face, and walked over slowly, looking like he didn't want to see him.

"What is it? This agent?"

"I am Agent Pershing. These are Agent Grant, Agent Li and Agent Ma. We have taken over the scene. You should leave the scene fifty meters immediately and go to the outside to gather witnesses and wait for us. The support force is being handed over. If you have any objections, you can go to your leader to complain."

As he spoke, K put away his ID and winked at J. The black man skillfully raised the yellow cordon and let Su Ming and the other three in.

"This is our case! I'm going to sue you to my superiors!" The police and firefighters are indeed brother units that will appear after calling 911, and even the words they say are almost the same.

"Please! Remember to sue me. My name is Grant. Hey, and not all black men in suits are bad!"

The protest was obviously useless. They were pushed out of the cordon by the young and strong J. A group of policemen gnashed their teeth and stamped their feet and cursed in the street, and the detective was reluctant to make a phone call.

But these have nothing to do with a few people. Now that the four-story apartment building has been cleared, Su Ming has smelled the bloody smell coming from upstairs through strangulation.

It had a very fishy smell, it even reminded him of the alien Poseidon he had chopped down, that kind of fishy smell.

"Professor, have you found anything?" Of course Hermione knew her teacher's abilities, and she also liked solving cases.

"The body is on the third floor. You'll know when you get in." Su Ming touched her head and walked directly to the apartment door.

He pushed open the beautifully carved wooden door, took a special look at the door lock structure, and then mentally exchanged opinions with Strangler, then walked into the elevator, walked around in a circle, and came out again.

"Did you find anything?"

J then followed up. The thin Agent Su was too flexible. He just took a few steps and disappeared. Could this be Chinese Kung Fu?

Su Ming looked at the beautiful black and white floor, then looked up at the gorgeous wood-decorated ceiling. Not far away was the apartment manager's room, which required registration. He went over and flipped through the book.

"There is nothing, at least there are no clues on the first floor. We should consider that the murderer slipped in from the rooftop on the fourth floor."

Compared to the restless J, K was obviously more calm. He did what Deathstroke didn't do and went upstairs without saying anything.

The stairs in this apartment are built around the elevator in the center of the hall. The spiral stairs are not steep, and there are no blood stains or other clues on them. Ordinary people should only be able to smell the jasmine-scented air freshener.

The four of them soon arrived at the crime scene on the third floor. The door was ajar, and red blood flowed from under the door into the corridor, soaking a piece of carpet. There was a broken vase outside the door, and a shelf holding the vase. Just fall aside.

"get ready."

K took out his pistol and pushed open the door with his back against the wall. The next second, an indescribable scene suddenly appeared in front of everyone.