The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 153 Mrs. Wendy
"Ah... isn't their family here?" Mrs. Wendy also looked a little confused: "I don't know too much, Mr. He Nan. In fact, I didn't see him coming to church today, so I thought it was strange... Maybe they It's something to leave."

"Ah, is that so... maybe you can ask your children?" He Nan tried to ask, "Maybe someone knows where those little guys are going."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Mrs. Wendy called the children and asked them where they saw the Marvell family next door, but no one knew.

"As you can see, the children don't know much about it either." Mrs. Wendy said to Ho Nan shyly.

"Then, could you please tell me their mobile phone numbers?" He Nan had no choice but to ask: "I really have something very important to contact them."

"Ah, of course." Mrs. Wendy nodded and told Ho Nan.

However, something happened that made He Nan even more puzzled.

He didn't answer the phone.

Why don't you answer...?
He Nan called again, but there was still no response.

It made him feel that something was wrong.

Even, a terrible idea popped up in the bottom of my heart.

This can't help but make him break out in a cold sweat.

He's not going to kill his son, is he...?
Can't you?
He didn't mean to protect his son... No, that's just taken for granted!
Maybe he's mentally ill?

No, no, I have to think more optimistically...

...Maybe, he just ran away with the child.

...Well, this idea is more reasonable and easier to accept.

But...does this mean that Rick came to see us last night?
His dad didn't want the detectives to get involved, so he took the kid on the run...to get out of the limelight or something...

...This is very possible.

He Nan frowned as he thought about how the open second floor window had been closed during his second visit.

No, considering this point, it is not very possible, but the possibility is overwhelmingly strong.

So that means...the house wasn't empty when Shirley and I first visited and rang the doorbell.

...but pretending to be nobody.

Isaac didn't let Rick say anything, and we didn't think they might be "playing dead" at home and left.

Probably not long after we left, the windows closed.Then the father and son left here.

Not answering my calls now, maybe because he knows my phone number, maybe because he is wary of talking to any stranger, for fear of being asked questions that she doesn't want to face.

Thinking of this, He Nan made a request to Mrs. Wendy: "Can I use your mobile phone to call Isaac? He may not want to answer the phone because I am a stranger."

"Ah...Okay." Mrs. Wendy agreed to his request, and sighed softly while dialing the number: "What happened to Isaac today..."

The result was exactly what He Nan thought.

Wendy, an acquaintance, came to call, and Isaac picked it up.

"Ah, Isaac." Wendy said into the phone, "Where did you and your son go? Um... oh, that's right... By the way, there is a gentleman over here who is looking for you urgently, maybe it's business. on. Shall I give him the phone? . . . um, ah, ok."

So Wendy handed over the phone.

He Nan quickly took the phone and said, "Hi, Mr. Isaac! I'm He Nan."

"Ho Nan? Who are you?" Isaac's voice was full of vigilance.

"I'm a detective, and I'm currently on the hunt for your daughter's murderer. May I ask—eh? Wait!"

Listening to the "beep, beep" sound from the suddenly hung up phone, He Nan sighed helplessly.

"Ah... so you are a detective?" Mrs. Wendy was very surprised by this, and looked at He Nan in great surprise: "Isaac's daughter... the incident with Daisy is really unfortunate... since you are here Looking for the murderer, the real murderer must be someone else? I knew the police's statement was wrong!"

"Well... yes... I already have a suspect, but I'm not sure yet. For this, I must get the assistance of Mr. Isaac." He Nan looked at the initial call that lasted less than 30 seconds on the phone screen, Frowning: "Why is Isaac not even willing to talk to me? Doesn't he want to know the truth?"

The more Isaac did this, the more he felt that this guy had something in his heart.

What is he running from?
He Nan really couldn't determine who killed Daisy.

Too many possibilities.

Without talking to Isaac, how would he know what happened to the Marvel family?
"Maybe it's because he trusts the police's conclusions very much, but maybe it's just... that incident brought him too much pain, and he doesn't want to uncover the scars to find out the truth. He once said that he just wanted to be safe. Live quietly with my son." Mrs. Wendy mentioned him, and she was very sympathetic: "God bless! Please don't blame him, Isaac is a poor man... His wife also left him, and he still refuses to go home. There is no contact...how can you be so heartless?"

"...Yes." Ho Nan was in a complicated mood: "Mrs. Wendy, can you tell me something about Isaac's family? You seem to be neighbors for many years...Maybe you know something inside?"

"Oh, I'm just an outsider, what can I know about the inside story? What I can tell you is very limited... But you are right about one thing, we are indeed old neighbors for many years." Mrs. Wendy made a clear gesture: "Would you mind coming in for a cup of tea, Mr. He Nan?"

"Okay, thank you." He Nan nodded and entered the room.

Several children of Mrs. Wendy ran out curiously and looked at him.

It's like looking at some rare species.

That's right, I'm an elite monster!He Nan thought so, and felt better: because these children are indeed very cute.

One of them was still wearing a Superman COS suit, but he couldn't even walk steadily.

Behind him, an older brother is supporting him. This scene looks very cute.

... This family feels really good.

He Nan secretly sighed in his heart.

If I have neighbors like this, I will definitely get along very happily.

It's a pity that one of the two neighbors living in the apartment is a dead house, staying at home every day and not coming out.

The other person is very bad and has a particularly bad character. She likes to pile up garbage in public areas and wait for others to throw it out for her.It's okay to be lazy, but she doesn't care when her boyfriend comes, she's a pair of trash.

I don't want to have any intersection with her and her trash boyfriend at all. The best solution is for the two families to treat each other as if they don't exist.

After He Nan took his seat, he actually planned to chat and leave, at most he could drink something casually.

Unexpectedly, the other party insisted that He Nan wait first, so that he could make him a cup of her famous lemon iced grass tea.

(End of this chapter)