A Certain Marvel Super Player

Accompanied by a shrill scream with an incredible scream, Ian Mullen's mouth opened wide, as if spewing out an object, and then the whole person fell towards the back.

A thud.

When the spit out object slammed onto the observation mirror, the whole person also slammed to the ground.

And that item?

look at the shape...

It should be a jet-black lung.

good guy.

Did this just spit out the lungs?

Terrible!

Detective Kaino's expression changed, and he couldn't help turning his head.

Carrie didn't feel wonderful either.

Locke's face was calm, and there was a hint of mockery in the vagueness.

Heaven?

You are thinking about peaches.

It's not that Locke has had no results over the years for some clerics, but without exception, those people did not say that they went to heaven, and they all lined up one by one to report to Mephisto.

Thanks to him listening to Mullen's words just now, he thought he could prove the existence of the heaven dimension for him.

result?

Still empty joy.

Let me just say, even if there was a dimension of God in the past, but in front of the Supreme Mage, the first guardian of the earth, God, I am afraid that he would have to cry and carry his silver city and run far away.

soon.

When the doctor arrived at the scene, he originally thought that this was another incident of violent law enforcement, but he had an epiphany when he looked at the solitary, dark lungs.

This is certainly not violent law enforcement.

It's kind of terrorist law enforcement.

It's not bad.

The monitoring of the interrogation room here is not broken, and there are three witnesses in the observation room.

But if something like this happened, Locke and Carrie would definitely not be able to stay at the police station. After all, when the people from the Internal Affairs Office came over later, they had nothing to say.

So, the two of them said goodbye and left.

Back to the hotel.

Carrie drank the juice, relieved the nausea that still existed, and looked at Locke with Bourbon lying down at the bar: "Tonight, will you continue to work?"

That's how the script was originally written.

Locke held the wine glass and looked at Carrie: "Do you think this is the case?"

Carrie came over, sat on the high stool, and shook her head: "How is it possible, Anila just woke up when she was leaving, and there is no magic power to support her to curse a person and make him sick."

And it started with cancer.

I'm not that stubborn.

Carrie still remembered that when she had just awakened, the magic power of awakening was, at most, twisting a spoon and causing a person to have a nosebleed or something.

"A curse like this."

Carrie pondered for a few seconds and said, "At the very least, she has found her source of strength, or, in other words, she has become an official Salem witch."

And she had to be the kind of witch with her own teacher.

Having power is one thing.

How to use it is another matter.

Carrie said: "Also, this is a curse. Curse is the most difficult magic to master among witches. Teacher Harkness said that the difficulty of curse is even higher than the magic of bringing back the dead."

To come back to life, the most is to go to the **** dimension and fight, as long as the soul is not what Mephisto fancy, or that the soul has not passed through the gate of hell, it can be pulled back, even if it is fancy by the devil, Fight with the devil and you'll be fine.

But the curse?

Especially the curse similar to lung cancer, which is much more complicated than returning from the dead.

After all, cursing lung cancer is changing a person's life form, and as we all know, creation is far more difficult than destruction.

"Again."

Carrie shrugged and said, "The magic power of the curse is not Anila's. I know the magic power of her awakening."

Locke nodded: "So, this Mullen is just a scapegoat."

Carrie added: "Also, a perfect scapegoat."

Busen Katz is dead.

Ian Mullen is also dead.

The most important thing is that the testimony of these two people can be matched with each other. At the very least, after this is done, from the perspective of law enforcement, the case has ended.

Locke shook his head: "So, that's why I respect the law, but don't believe in it unconditionally."

If a person says he obeys the law, it means that he is a scumbag.

It's the same as now.

Was the murderer Ian Mullen?

Obviously not.

The murderer may not be Jim Lord, but certainly not Ian Mullen, but someone else, but, legally speaking, there is a dead body, there is a prisoner, and the suspect is imminent. He pleaded guilty before he died.

In a way, Jim Lord isn't scum, he's not even scum.

The scum at least knows to abide by the law. This guy is just treating the law as plasticine, rubbing it as he wants.

Carrie's hair color began to change.

From blonde to snow white.

"I'll go now!"

"Not urgent!"

"what?"

Locke looked at Carrie and smiled: "I'm kidding."

Under normal circumstances, in the face of this unworkable situation, Locke would directly choose to overturn the table, but this is not a normal situation.

"Current bonus value: 20% (maximum 100%

It seems that this task directly counts his game with Jim Lord into the bonus.

Locke found the body, plus ten percent.

Jim Lord handed over the murderer directly, plus ten percent.

What's next?

Lifting the table directly, at most, I am afraid that the bonus is only 40%.

Obviously I can get 50w points, so I only get 20w back?

Does this sound like a word?

When do I have a bonus task, the bonus factor is not pressed to 100%?

Carrie was stunned for a moment, frowning: "Aren't you going back to New York to go skiing in Canada with Gwen, Cindy and Kahn?"

Locke looked at Carrie: "Don't worry, it won't take long."

Again.

The sky and the earth are big, and the task is the biggest.

As for Gwen?

Locke smiled: "Gwen will understand."

Listening to Locke's answer, Carrie frowned and shook her head, thinking about what Betty had said to her in private, "I don't think Gwen might understand it."

"……what?"

Gwen sat in his bedroom, looked at Locke, who had a video with him, and blinked: "Didn't you say that the suspect has been caught?"

And the autopsy report of Busen Katz was also expedited by George, and it took all morning to produce it.

Put it this way.

The forensic doctor did not directly say suicide, but said that the first autopsy ruled out the possibility of non-suicide. After all, it is an expedited order, and the forensic doctor can give you a report.

In case you say suicide and the result is wrong, this is a blow to the reputation of the forensic doctor. If it is serious, the suspects who have been convicted by the forensic autopsy can directly appeal to the court and say that their case is based on this loophole. It is also a misjudgment.

It's the same reason a police detective is convicted and the cases he solves need to be filtered from beginning to end.

However, the forensics are very strict, but basically, such a statement is tantamount to saying that Bussen Katz committed suicide.

Locke listened to Gwen: "Cope and George?"

Gwen nodded: "Yes, Dad said that the fingerprints detected on the body are consistent with the suspect. Specifically, Dad didn't tell me."

Locke nodded and said, "The suspect died on the spot after he finished speaking."

"……died?"

"Ok."

Gwen frowned: "You suspect that he is a scapegoat?"

Locke shrugged: "It's not impossible, so it may take two more days."

Gwen frowned and thought for a while: "Then, do you want to talk to Cindy and Kahn and postpone the time to go to Canada?"

"No need to."

"Ok?"

"I'll go back on the 31st at the latest, and I'll stay for three more days. Don't worry, I won't miss the New Year's Eve with you."

I will be eighteen next year.

From a certain point of view, if, until next year, even if Locke and Gwen go to New York City Hall to negotiate a permit, they will not need George and Helen's signature.

"Ok."

Gwen smiled at the other end of the video, nodded and said, "Then you pay attention to safety."

"I will."

Locke smiled slightly, then chatted with Gwen for a while, and then hung up the phone.

New York.

After Gwen hung up the phone, she pulled up her ponytail and looked at the photo of him and Locke on the phone. She had already asked for a leave of absence with Dr. Connors, and was waiting for Locke to come back tomorrow, and then she could have time. Tired of crooked together.

"never mind."

Gwen shook his long ponytail, then turned his eyes to a spider weaving a web in a small glass incubation chamber next to the computer.

If you look closely, you will find that the spider is not only not scary, but even cute.

There is something to say.

A white cover a hundred ugliness.

Although the spider is still the same spider, because she is a mutated white, not only does it not look scary, but it is rather cute.

Locke nodded the glass cultivation bin.

The mutant white spider inside seemed to have found something, and when it flew up, it took a sip at the glass.

Gwen frowned: "Bad thing, don't try to bite me again."

Get up.

Gwen walked towards the door.

This mutated white spider was about more than a month ago, that is, when she was going to Long Island with Locke the next day, Gwen discovered it. When she was cleaning the laboratory, she accidentally found that this spider was not Know where to lie on her hands.

And bit her.

Gwen was almost in tears at that time~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Fortunately, the spider was white and looked a little cute. If it was black, even if it was furry, Gwen would slap her down and send her to hell.

But who made her cute.

Therefore, after debridement of the wound, Gwen went to the laboratory to get a glass incubator, and then kept it in the laboratory as a pet.

Isn't this a holiday?

Gwen just got it back, although the people in the lab can help her feed her, but if the people in the lab can feed her, they might do bad things with this poor spider.

She didn't want to hear the bad news of the white spider after she went back from vacation.

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