I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

After changing her clothes, Mrs. Smith walked out of the commercial building quickly like an ordinary office worker, and got into the car that had been prepared in advance. At the same time, her assistant called and asked anxiously: "Jane, what's going on, why did you shoot, are you okay now?"

Jane tried her best to keep calm, and replied in a deep voice: "It's nothing, the gun went off, and I'm preparing to leave the scene now."

"The gun went off?"

"Today's incident is weird. I suspect that the target has taken advantage of us. Let's withdraw first!"

"Okay, where are you going now?"

"Where else can I go, of course I'm going home." Jane pursed her lips, "After all, my husband is sick and resting at home."

Speeding almost all the way, after driving back home quickly. Jane didn't even change her slippers. She ran upstairs barefoot and pushed open the bedroom door.

Smith, who had just gotten under the covers, was startled, looked at his wife, and stammered, "What's the matter, dear?"

Jane walked forward slowly, looked at her husband, and after a while she smiled slightly: "Why are you sweating?"

Smith smiled dryly, "It's hot in the room."

Jane glanced around, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why is the window open? I remember closing it before I left."

Smith hurriedly explained: "I opened it to ventilate it, so it's good and fast."

Jane walked to the window, looked at the fresh overturning marks on the dust on the window sill, closed the window calmly, turned her head and smiled at the nervous Smith: "Now you have a cold, it is better not to blow the wind."

Smith swallowed hard, and nodded obediently.

"Hungry, I'm going to cook... Forget it, let's order takeaway, what do you think, dear?"

"Uh...you can do it as you see, I still feel a little dizzy, I need to rest."

"Okay, you continue to rest, and I will call you when dinner is ready."

After closing the door, the smile on Jane's face disappeared instantly, replaced by shock.

In an abandoned factory building.

A dazzling light came on, and then a stream of icy cold water was poured over his head. Chen Kuan's whole body shivered and he woke up suddenly.

In the last scene where he passed out, he led his younger brother into the maintenance passage of the subway, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

Chen Kuan looked down and saw that his hands and feet were tied to the chair by straw ropes. But no matter how hard I struggled, the seemingly thin straw rope was incomparably tough. Not only did it not break, but it tended to get tighter and tighter.

"Don't bother, Mr. Chen, this rope is stronger than an iron chain, even if you use a chainsaw, you won't be able to cut it for a while."

Xie Lun pulled a chair and sat opposite Chen Kuan.

"It's you?"

Chen Kuan immediately recognized Xie Lun's voice, and glared at Xie Lun viciously: "You bastard, what did you want to do by arresting me?"

"What do you think?" Xie Lun said with a smile, "I'm curious, why did you all arrest that girl. If I asked normally, you would definitely not answer, so I can only invite Chen to come here gone."

"Dream!" Chen Kuan said coldly,

"Even if you kill me, I won't say it."

"Don't worry, I will definitely kill you in the end, but Dangtou Chen, don't be so confident. Maybe it won't take long before you will beg me to kill you quickly."

Xie Lun patted his chin lightly, and the darkness behind him immediately lit up with lights. Chen Kuan immediately struggled angrily, because in front of him, his little brothers were all tied up, gagged, and hung in the air.

"Tina, I'll leave it to you. I just want the answer, and you can do whatever else you want."

Tina, who was urgently called, came out of the darkness with her slender waist twisted, winked at Chen Kuan, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, head, fifteen minutes, I guarantee this guy will even tell when he stops wetting the bed." .”

Xie Lun yawned and walked out of the factory building, sitting on the moss-covered steps, looking up at the night sky bored. After wandering around on the subway for a day, he didn't find any valuable clues. Xie Lun, who was in a depressed mood, had no choice but to use Chen Kuan and others as a distraction.

Hearing the terrified screams in the factory behind, Xie Lun suddenly felt happy. Taking advantage of this time, he re-analyzed the entire case of "Bloody Mary" in his mind.

To be honest, there are so-called spiritual games like "Bloody Mary" all over the world, such as pen fairy and dish fairy. It is no exaggeration to say that people all over the world play this kind of game every day, but very few of them actually make things happen.

It is absolutely rare for four people to die in a row like in New York.

But until now, Xie Lun doesn't think that there is a problem with the game, but that someone is using the name of the game to play tricks.

Because the time difference between the killing of the four girls was so even, within three to four weeks, Daisy was attacked and Paz was killed within three weeks. If it was a problem with the game, it couldn't be such a coincidence. The four victims played the game once every three to four weeks as if they had made an agreement.

The difficulty still lies in how the murderer selected these girls.

Although Xie Lun took the subway several times in the underground of New York City today and found nothing abnormal, he still believed that the murderer was a victim selected on the subway.

The subway is crowded with people, and it is even more crowded during peak hours. If a stranger approaches in that place, most people will not be too vigilant, and even if they touch it, they will not think it is intentional.

Xie Lun was shocked suddenly, and he suddenly thought of a question. If the murderer really committed a murder three to four weeks apart and saved Daisy himself, wouldn't the murderer want to find another victim?

At this moment, the internal mobile phone vibrated silently. Xie Lun took it out and took a look, and immediately frowned: "Damn it, don't let me guess it."

He took a deep breath and connected the phone: "Willie, what happened... what? A female body was just found in the Manhattan Hotel?"

Half an hour ago, at the Manhattan Hotel in the very center of Manhattan Island, a glamorous blonde receptionist politely returned the credit card to the customer: "Thank you for your patronage, please keep the card, Vladimir Lev Monsieur Nikolai Olig?"

Luke, who looked like a dog after changing into a neat suit, nodded, and reached out to take the credit card. The wallet and credit card were all found by him from the Russians he killed on the subway, and they happened to be used to change his outfit.

Not only him, but even Chen Meimei cut off her long hair, put on a hat, and changed into neutral clothes. At first glance, she looked like a little boy.

"How about room 8010? Mr. Vladimir."

"Uh... That's right, my friend is coming soon, and we want to live on the same floor, so are the rooms around 8010 empty?"

"I'll check. . . well, sir, it's empty now, but it won't be too late."

"No problem, I will let them come as soon as possible, beautiful lady, please keep it as much as possible, okay?"

With a flick of Luke's hand on the front desk, a green bill fell quietly in front of the front desk lady.

The front desk lady shook her hand slightly, and the banknote disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared before: "Okay, sir, I will do my best!"