The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Boss, we found the bullet, do you want to go in and have a look?

A strong black police officer came out with a piece of transparent evidence. George took the bag from him and walked to the room at the scene of the crime.

When crossing the cordon, George winked at the detective next to him. The trainee policeman was very astute and took an extra pair of gloves and a pair of shoe covers, so Jameson followed George into the scene of the crime.

The scene of the first crime was in the bedroom of Hu Ji's house. Now there are only red silk threads tracing the direction of the blood splatter, and there is no dead body, so there are no pictures that stimulate the senses.

It has been confirmed as the scene of the first crime. The victim was shot to death with a pistol. The bullet hit the temple and killed him with one blow. Therefore, there is no trace of struggle. A female police officer stepped forward and said.

Was the victim killed in his sleep?

No. The female police officer shook her head and said, He was sitting here at the time, probably working late at night, when the murderer appeared behind him, and the moment he turned his head, the bullet precisely hit the side of his head.

George lowered his head to look at the bullet in the transparent evidence bag. He frowned slightly, and his puzzled eyes flashed past. He looked at the bullet and whispered, Magnum? Wear marks... the one used by the murderer. Is it a revolver?

Jameson next to him lowered his voice and said, I've never seen Spider-Man use a gun, but is he still a fan of retro guns?

I think the possibility of Spider-Man doing it has been minimized. George also lowered his voice and said, Unless he is receiving strict firearms training and professional sneaking skills when he is swinging around, otherwise There is no way to explain how he suddenly appeared behind Hu Ji, raised the gun, fired, and shot his head in one go, but if he hesitated a little, the crime scene would not be what it is now.

George crossed the red silk line in the field again, walked to the place where Hu Ji fell, checked the blood traces there, and went to the window sill to check the dust on the surface of the window sill, but found nothing.

The other party is a sophisticated killer, cautious, calm, and cruel. George looked up and down the window and said, It's the same as those I've seen before, and more confident than them, because he used a gun with only a few bullets. Revolver.

Go back to the police station first. George beckoned to the other police officers to let them go first, and he took Jameson to the door, and said: Now we first need to determine whether Hu Ji is He was killed because of his views in the report, and the sure method is to investigate whether people with the same views as him have encountered danger in the near future.”

If this is Spider-Man's retaliation as you said, then he can't just retaliate against Hu Ji alone. Those who have led the report to discredit him can't escape, including you, Mr. Jameson.

Jameson immediately felt a little nervous. He pursed his lips and said, I'm just reporting the facts. If he didn't do those things, can I still make them up out of thin air?

Yes, but as you said, a person who launched a revenge action out of anger will not care so much, even if you are indeed the only truth in those smear reports, he will only think that you are in the same boat as them.

Jameson blushed with anger, and he didn't even care about the fear. He said loudly: I thought he would have a little discernment! When the first generation of Spider-Man died, I wrote the obituary for him, and sincerely Sad for him, and shame on those who tarnished his name posthumously!

We can't be sure it's him yet. George reassured Jameson, led him to the police car outside the door, and said, But we do have to go back to your place to make sure no one troubles you .”

Soon, the police car arrived at the door of Jameson's house. As a newspaper owner who has made some achievements in the news industry, Jameson's home is in a villa on the outskirts of New York City. Show a little sign of intrusion.

They went all the way into the living room and found nothing unusual, but Jameson soon found a note on the coffee table that did not belong to this house, which said—Leave New York, don't leave New York within two months. return.

George took the note and looked at the notes carefully, frowning even more tightly, and said: The other party seems to be a person who often uses pens, and the arcs and pauses in his handwriting are more in line with the use of pen nibs. Habit.

Could it be another newspaper editor?

George shook his head to indicate that he was not sure. He touched his chin and said, There may be some connection between the revolver and the habit of using pens, but there are too few clues to be sure.

So what are we going to do now?

You wait here, just sit here until the evening, I will go to the yard to have a look.

Jameson sat on the sofa tremblingly, feeling restless but had to force himself to calm down. The appearance of this note showed that he had indeed been involved in this matter, and whether he would become the next Hu Ji, can only resign to fate.

Soon the night fell, and the familiar living room of the villa seemed full of ghosts. Jameson could clearly hear his own heartbeat, but soon he heard the sound of something falling to the ground more clearly.

As if a special reminder, a figure slowly approached from the darkness, Jameson quickened his breathing, and asked in a trembling voice: Who are you? What are you going to do?

But that figure didn't move forward, but stood on the edge of the darkness, and said in a hoarse and deep voice: I'm Spider-Man, you saw the note I left for you, why don't you leave?

Spider-Man?! Jameson screamed in a raised voice, and then he saw the revolver hanging on the other side's waist, ignoring the deep meaning of it, Jameson asked: You killed him? Hoogie?

Damn him.

Don't move, stand there! George rushed from the back door of the house, aiming at the figure in the darkness with guns in both hands.

The figure on the opposite side didn't respond, just turned around and walked into the darkness, leaving a last sentence: Jameson, I reminded you, leave New York.

After finishing speaking, he rushed to the window and jumped out at a speed that neither of them could see clearly, and disappeared into the night. George slowly put down the gun, stared at the place where the figure left and said, See the man on his waist. The gun? He is the murderer who killed Huji.

Spider-Man...he's Spider-Man! Jameson said with some breakdown: Spider-Man's resentment came back for revenge, and he killed Hu Ji!

George turned to look at Jameson and said, This kind of sophisticated killer doesn't have the truth in his mouth, he can't be...

He's Spider-Man! Jameson raised his voice and said, I can't be wrong, I've said it all, I've followed Spider-Man for a long time, I know every detail about him, he's definitely Spider-Man Hero!

It must be that the generation of Spider-Man who died in vain came back for revenge! Jameson took a deep breath and said, Because those people slandered his reputation after death and made his soul restless, so he crawled from the grave Come out, he will make those people pay the price!

Then why didn't he kill you?

Because I didn't slander him! The Jameson turned to look at George and said, That's why I said it's the spirit of Spider-Man, he can tell who is his enemy! He watched in hell Arrived at everything!

Your imagination is a bit too rich, Mr. Jameson. George put away his gun, and Jameson had already jumped up from his seat. He rushed upstairs in a panic, shouting as he ran, I must Gotta go on vacation for a few more months until the wraith calms his anger.

George sighed helplessly, so he had no choice but to go out and take the police car back to the police station, but just after returning to the police station, a subordinate came over with a straight face and said: Bad news, boss, an editor-in-chief of the Global Times I was just found dead at my home in Manhattan, about half an hour ago, do you want to go and have a look?

George didn't ask any more questions, but rushed to the scene of the crime immediately. The first crime scene was also the bedroom of the deceased, and he was also killed by a single shot, even the Magnum bullet and the wear marks on it were the same.

This time, George focused on checking all the entrances and exits, but found no traces of communication. It was a very typical secret room murder case. George and his subordinates stayed up all night without finding any useful clues.

At dawn, George drove home. As soon as he put the key in the lock, the door opened. Gwen stood inside and looked at him with a smile and said, Dad, why are you coming back now? Have you forgotten that tomorrow is you? Is it your birthday?

George was in a daze, shook his head helplessly and said, I almost forgot, let me guess, you have prepared your handmade gift for me again, what is it this time? A scarf, a Nendoroid, or a photo frame?

I'm going to make you a cake, and I'm preparing the ingredients. Gwen stepped aside to let George in, and she walked in front, and went to the front of the kitchen to continue arranging the baking utensils.

Also, Peter asked me to say sorry, he was supposed to be at your birthday party, but his good friend Harry Osborn is having some emotional issues, and they're working it out in Hollywood, I'm afraid It’s hard to get back.”

It doesn't matter. I have long said that he should travel more instead of staying in the laboratory every day. Don't you have any travel plans?

Gwen stroked the hair on her forehead and said, I plan to go to Hollywood to find him, but I have to spend my birthday with my dad first.

Even if you don't, I don't think you're the kind of girl who runs off with her boyfriend and never comes back. George laughed, and started making breakfast.

During the meal, Gwen noticed that George was always distracted, so she asked curiously. George muttered a few words, but he still said, It's about Spider-Man again.

As usual, he recounted to Gwen what happened during the day in a somewhat complaining tone, and then said with a sigh.

Aren't you surprised that Jameson insisted that the weird man is Spider-Man. Although I didn't say it at the time, I can see his face, figure, and behavior, and he really looks like Spider-Man.

But he is full of darkness and mystery, and he is very skilled in killing. He is a cruel killer, and his temperament is completely different from that of Spider-Man.

Gwen paused holding the fork, and asked, So what is Spider-Man's temperament like?

George pursed his lips and summed it up, saying: Sunny, optimistic, heartless, like the kind of white boy who will yell when he sees the plane take off.

Gwen couldn't hold back a chuckle, then covered her mouth with her hands, coughed twice, George glanced at her, and said with a sigh.

Although I often say that Spider-Man is neither serious nor serious, it is also within the acceptable range for a young man to get into trouble, but this is obviously not.

Killer Spider-Man? Is there anything worse in the world?