The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 152
"Pastor, thank you so much!" The uncle left in tears.

Finally it was He Nan's turn.

I don’t know if it’s because I just saw Ho Nan nodding his head in approval when he listened to his explanations. He seemed to be very intoxicated. The pastor’s attitude towards him was exceptionally good.

"May the Lord bless you, child. This is the first time we meet in this chapel." The pastor smiled and showed his white teeth, and said to him, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Yes, Mr. Pastor." He Nan asked: "I heard that Mrs. Wendy came to worship, I came to find them. Have they gone back?"

"Ah... yes, child, I'm afraid you're late." The pastor looked outside and said regretfully, "Maybe you want to visit? I can tell you her address."

"Ah... no, thank you." Ho Nan nodded: "Then, may I ask Mr. Marvel?"

"Which Mr. Marvell?"

Um?Is there anyone else around here with the last name Marvel?
...Could it be a relative of Marvell?It should be like this, this surname is rare.

"Isaac Marvel." Ho Nan searched his memory, and said, "He should have brought a ten-year-old son with him. The child's name is Rick Marvel."

"Ah—yes. Mr. Marvel didn't come to church today...and he never brings his children with him." The pastor was a little regretful when he said this: "Hey...Rick is too careless about the Lord's affairs , children should be close to the Lord since childhood. Now that they have been baptized, they are a member of our big family, right?"

"Yes, I completely agree with that." He Nanying echoed the other party's words, with a lamenting tone: "Hey... why are they not here... Then who is the other Mr. Marvel?"

"It's the younger brother of Isaac Marvell, named Benny Marvell." The pastor said, "He used to come to this chapel a lot, but he moved away and rarely came to see us... If you want to find him If so, you may still need to contact Isaac first. Do you need his address too?"

"Ah... thank you, no need. I know where his home is." He Nan continued to ask: "Then, Mr. Pastor, I want to talk to the pastor that Mr. Isaac is familiar with. Where can I find it?" What about him?"

"Well, he didn't come to church today. Seems to be unwell. . . God bless him."

"Uncomfortable...?" He Nan felt a little uncomfortable intuitively: "That's really bad... May all spiritual things bless our righteous man! I really have to go and see him... Please tell me about him What's your name and address?"

"Okay, kid." The pastor told him with a smile, watching He Nan write shorthand in the notebook with a pen.

His writing speed was so fast that even the priest was surprised when he saw it—of course, he was also surprised on the other hand, that is, his handwriting was extremely scribbled, and there were even many suspected encrypted symbols.

In fact, the recognition and aesthetics are sacrificed for the writing speed.

...Although Ho Nan looked pretty good about himself.

And he wasn't the only one who understood.

Shirley too.

Afterwards, Horan bid him farewell—in the Christian's favorite way.

All in all, God bless and bless you.

call……

After He Nan got in the car, he immediately compared the address he just wrote down with the map.

Then, mark it on top.

The pastor's name was Milo McCormick.

He Nan is not in a hurry to go to his house.

At present, he is most anxious to go to Rick Marvell's house.

Isaac Marvell, who likes going to church so much, didn't go to church today?
He should go without hesitation!

It was also his favorite social activity.

Also, the pastor with whom Isaac had a good relationship didn't even go to church.

It's too weird.

They must be doing something together.

And the son took it with him.

Otherwise, why would there be no one at home?

They should have left temporarily for a while... He Nan thought to himself.

How else could Shirley and I have seen Rick's window open on the second floor when we first arrived at his door?
Also, it's not even possible that Rick slipped out to play by himself.

Because in that case, there should be a curtain tied as a rope hanging in front of Rick's window!
Where will they go?
The first thing He Nan thought of was...going to Marvell's house.

Didn't it mean that the pastor was sick?
As a good friend of the pastor, it is also appropriate to visit!
Although the son was not close to the pastor, it was normal for him to take him with him.

On the one hand, even if you just introduce him as a "good friend of Dad", there is no problem.

On the other hand...the father may wish his son was more interested in religion.

After all, he is a devout Christian.

The second possibility He Nan could think of was that he took his son to his uncle's house.

...that is, Isaac Marvell's younger brother, Benny Marvell.

It is very normal to take the children to meet the uncle.

But he thinks this possibility is close to zero.

Because I can go to see my uncle anytime.

As far as Isaac was concerned... it certainly wasn't worth skipping worship.

Well...it looks like they're home!

After He Nan drove through Marvell's house at high speed, he looked at the closed windows on the second floor and breathed a sigh of relief.

Because, it was open before.

Now unless the person goes home, how can the state be changed?

Phew, it seems that I am overthinking, and there is no trouble at all!

He Nan thought about it, and smelled himself again.

Ok.

...intense perfume.

Although it feels so LOW...

But at least you have a strong fishy smell.

...Maybe the fishy smell is still there, and the smell is even more deadly after being mixed with perfume.

But in short, I can hardly smell it, and the pastor just now was very close but didn't react at all, so it should be fine.

Holding this thought of comforting himself, He Nan rang the doorbell.

However, there wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

Um?Didn't you hear?

He Nan rang the doorbell again.

...still no response.

Why?What's going on...

He Nan frowned.

The doorbell didn't ring?

Can't, I heard it all?
Confused, He Nan tried to press it twice.

There was a crisp sound, but there was still no response.

They haven't come home yet—no—have they gone out again?

He Nan hurried to Mrs. Wendy's house next door and rang the doorbell of her house.

This time, someone opened the door—a child.

Soon, a lady rushed over and blamed her for opening the door to others casually, at least ask who it is first, and mother will wait for her to deal with it when she is at home.

"Ah—hello, I'm He Nan, and I'm here to visit Mr. Isaac Marvell next door." He Nan hurriedly introduced himself: "There seems to be no one in their house, do you know where they went?"

(End of this chapter)