The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"Ugh!"

Matthew turned around and threw the blind cane in his hand towards Lance's face, but was firmly grabbed by Lance when he was still a few centimeters away from his face, and then threw it towards him as well.

Matthew, wearing sunglasses, also caught the blind cane he threw and stood in silence.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "How did you find out?" At that time, you have clearly left, I confirm.

Lance smiled, not caring about his sudden attack, reached out and touched the head of the frightened Max next to him, signaled her to go back to the room first and said: "Lawyer Ma might as well guess, what are the ubiquitous creatures that can be seen at any time in New York?" "

Rats?" Matthew blurted out, but what does Lawyer Nama mean? And he is not surnamed Ma?

"That's right, it's mice." Lance replied with a smile.

Tom, who was lying on top of the refrigerator not far away, opened his eyes at this time and looked over, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

It was clear that he told him, but he used it to pretend? Is there still a royal law?

Matthew gasped, he never expected this result, Matthew, who was extremely confident in his senses, wanted to make sure that no one was following him.

If it were a mouse, anything was possible, but he still couldn't believe it.

If he can control the rat, it is equivalent to installing super monitoring in the entire city, then Lance can not grasp every move in the city at any time, such an ability is simply terrifying, if he wants to do evil....

Matthew fell silent again, and he had to admit that this person was definitely not as simple as he thought.

Lance, who let him think, took a sip of coffee and looked at the text message from Jessica.

"Don't go to your house, you come to my house, I got a new bed."

"Is the bed strong?" Why don't we find a place to have a candlelit dinner?"

For a long time, Murdoch raised his head and looked at Lance, who was fiddling with his mobile phone: "So, Mr. Lance, do you know what I came to you for?"

Lance nodded and said, "About that woman?

"Yes, about that woman... But I didn't expect my identity to be seen twice, and since you already know everything, then there is no need for me to hide it.

"The day after I met you, the woman came to me, also broke my identity, and gave me her child, hoping that I would take good care of the child and left."

"Her name is Gwyneth, she has not had intimate contact with any of the men, and according to her, the child was suddenly pregnant... And then that's it... The baby was born. Murdoch paused at this point, then sat back on the couch, as if organizing his language.

Lance waited for his follow-up.

"She said this child is a savior, the man I met yesterday can't protect her child, only I can... But I didn't understand what was going on, after that, she left, no—it disappeared, I couldn't sense her heartbeat..."

Matthew's expression looked a little painful: "I tried to look for her, but to no avail."

"I searched two hundred and twelve hospital records—but I still couldn't find any birth records that matched this child or Gwyneth, who were like people who appeared out of thin air."

Matthew's tone was a little heavy, and his expression became serious: "And ironically, almost all recent babies in the hospital account for more than half of the recent deaths, which makes me very puzzled, a large number of people died in an explosion on the same day." Lance

frowned at hearing this, if it was really like what he said... Could it be that this child and her mother are an outlier?

"There is no explanation for such a large-scale massacre – as if one person survives to soothe everyone's grief, and all people can do at this time is to bring the masterminds behind the scenes to justice." The more Matthew spoke, the more angry he became, and even gritted his teeth a little.

Lance did not speak, silently watching each other while analyzing the matter.

"Sometimes I wonder, am I just a band-aid trying to treat cancer? I don't care if it works, I feel like everything I'm doing is in vain..." Murdoch's

fists clenched as he spoke slowly, and he seemed to be caught up in a memory of the past.

Murdoch and Nielsen LLP.

"Please come in."

"I'm glad you'd like to see me, Mr. Murdoch." A hearty and vicissitudes voice sounded.

Matthew Murdoch's mind immediately showed his appearance, about sixty years old, wearing a white suit, a little Mediterranean hair, thin cheeks, a high nose, a thick mouth, looking very old, but his eyes shone with wisdom, and he still held a crutch in his left hand.

"I'm Nicholas Markbeth, and I'm a customer who has booked with you at eleven thirty, and I hope we can have a friendly talk."

Matthew also stood up to show respect: "Please sit, but you have to forgive me Mr. Mark Bess, I have gone through all the cases, as if I have nothing about you here?"

"Mr. Murdoch, there are no eternal secrets in this world, there is always something that can be revealed, I think you are taking care of a child." Mark Beth looked at him and said with a smile: "Mr. Murdoch... No, Matthew, I don't think I need to tell you, there are forces in this world that challenge our reasonable explanations every day, and when they encounter problems, people stop thinking because they have difficulty coming up with a reasonable explanation.

Matthew, who sat back in the chair, pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "Then Mr. Mark Bess, I will continue to play with you, but what does this have to do with me?"

"My dear Matthew, as interesting as I am, I understand that you are reluctant to understand what I am conveying, simply put, my organization has discovered that an anti-Christian has been handed over to someone."

The more he spoke, Mark Beth didn't seem to notice his expression at all, and still said to himself: "And that person likes to decorate himself under a boring and vulgar demon mask, not to mention that the mask just reaches the nose..."

With angry hands clapping on his desk, Matthew reached out and grabbed Mark Beth's collar and pulled it in front of him and roared, "What the fuck are you!"

Instead of panicking, Mark Beth continued, "Matthew... Please let go, this is my best suit, and I'm sure you don't want to ruin it."

After a few seconds, he still chose to let go of his hand, he wanted to know all this, and after taking a few deep breaths, he calmed the anger in his heart and looked up at the other person again.