The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 17 Concealment
The wanderer called back later, saying that it was a creature he had never seen before, and would report it to Fulian for investigation, and asked He Nan not to mention this matter to outsiders.

"Same as Moonlight Knight?"

"Moonlight Knight is one of our own." The wanderer smiled: "You can tell him anything you can tell me."

"... Is it the same thing we talked about yesterday?" He Nan frowned, turned his head to look at Shirley, sure that she would not hear.

"Oh, that depends on what you think." His tone was extremely relaxed.

He Nan's idea, of course, is that the less people know about it, the better.

So he didn't want a fourth person to know about it.

"You called someone just now, right?" Miyano Shiho asked when he walked out of the study.

"Yes." Ho Nan nodded: "I asked the Wanderer, and he didn't know the details of this creature. He said that he would report it to the Avengers, and let us not mention this thing to outsiders."

"Then I'm afraid you're a little late." Shirley reminded him, "I've already told the police."

"The police will probably block the news, so it doesn't matter." He Nan walked to the window where the venom had invaded last night, and looked at it worriedly: "...This is simply outrageous! It can't be more tightly closed, but it's not good for the monster. It's useless."

"After all, judging from the surveillance video, it can turn into a liquid... Unless the office is soaked in water to ensure that no water can get in, otherwise, in its eyes, this house is no different from having no doors and windows." Shirley's expression also showed a trace of fatigue: "Although generally speaking, if someone really wants to come in in the middle of the night and kill us, the doors and windows can't be blocked...but the way it sneaks in is really terrifying."

"Until this case is understood, don't take it lightly." He Nan opened the window and looked at the police cars speeding up from the distant road, feeling the impact of the cold wind on the brain, and calmed down his thinking: "It is indeed the Queens District , The speed of the police is fast."

Two policemen came, one fat and one thin.

These two are old acquaintances.

They often patrol the street.

The fat man's name was Martin Galton. A 42-year-old brown-haired Caucasian male.The old policeman, who used to be a police inspector, was demoted a year ago for disobeying orders and killing a super criminal, and started his old job as a patrolman.

The thin man's name was Mark Hobart. 22 years old black haired Caucasian male.The new Patrolman.Partner of Martin Galton.

In a situation where most police officers are hated by the people of New York these days, these two winds are better rated.

Although Martin occasionally took small bribes—such as taking a hamburger from the hawker for nothing—they were generally harmless.

Every time He Nan saw Martin Galton like this, he felt uncomfortable.

This poor middle-aged man is no longer interested in police work because of his frustration in his official career and his inability to deliver justice as he dreamed of.

He wasn't like this before.

He Nan, who had completely fused his soul, clearly remembered how proud Martin was of his identity in the past.

But now I just think about fooling around every day.

"Martin... how much wine did you drink to come here?" He Nan smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, and teased speechlessly.

"Just one bite." Martin laughed: "The police station sent me here to investigate a... what kind of monster? Are you even accepting the case of monsters now?"

"It broke into our house in the middle of the night, we didn't invite it—how are you, Mark?" He Nan also greeted the young patrolman.

"Hello, Mr. He Nan." Mark greeted him sternly, with a hint of tension in his tone: "Please tell us the details of the case."

So Shirley took them to watch the surveillance video.

Martin's expression became serious as quickly as Mark's.

After that, it was a lot of conversations that went through the process.

For example, I think who the monster might be, what information it might turn up, and so on.

The police can only record them, and there is a high probability that they cannot solve the case based on this.

This, even they admit.After all, there is no clue.

"We will definitely do our best to investigate clearly, Mr. He Nan, Miss Shirley." Mark hurriedly wrote the last testimony in the notebook, and put it in his pocket: "Your firm may no longer be safe. Do you want to apply for protection?"

"Thank you, no need - if this thing really wants to kill us, then there should be no point in staying in your police station." He Nan shook his head: "There is no such thing as a room without gaps."

"That's right." Miyano Shiho also complained: "And those who are protected by you are more prone to accidents."

This mainly means that people who are protected by the police often offend gangsters and criminal gangs.

They are very accident-prone.

When it comes to cases involving certain forces, the death rate can even reach as high as [-]%.

Out of anger, people ridiculed this phenomenon as "you will die if you are protected by the police."

After Shirley said that, the extremely serious young policeman Mark was obviously reluctant, and seemed to be ready to refute.

However, was stopped by Martin.

"Okay, kid." Martin patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Turn off the body camera. Like me."

"Why?" He was a little puzzled.

"Because the case is over, the battery is turned on." Martin thought he was slow, so he stretched out his hand and twisted it off.

"... Tell us if you have something to say, Uncle Martin." He Nan was keenly aware of this.

"Yeah...it's inconvenient to be recorded by the law enforcement recorder." Martin sat on the sofa with a smile: "Can I have a cup of coffee?"

"Of course - would Mark also have a cup?" He Nan walked towards the coffee machine and asked.

"... just water." Mark was obviously very confused, took the water poured by Shirley, and sat next to Martin reluctantly.

"That monster on the screen..." Martin took a sip of coffee and narrowed his eyes: "I don't know if I saw it wrong, but it seems familiar."

"Have you seen it?" He Nan was stunned for a moment, "When?"

"Two years ago—to be exact, two years and three months ago." Martin seemed to be silent for a while because of the memory, and then said in a low voice: "It was the night when Jin was arrested. You know? I was arrested because of that night." A large number of gangsters and a small leader, made a contribution, was promoted to police inspector."

He Nan had an impression of the night he talked about.

The whole of New York was shocked.

Jin Bin, who ruled the eight major gangs in New York, got a strengthening potion that could make his manpower infinitely stronger and his body as strong as a rock. The mansion caused countless casualties.

In the end, King was defeated by the Rangers and went to the Island Prison - but was released on bail soon after.

"It was that night... I saw that kind of monster fighting with wanderers from a distance on the upper floors of the Jinbin Building. But the speed was too fast, and I couldn't see it clearly at all." Martin said softly: "Few people saw it in total, so the police station later I found all the witnesses, asked for secrecy, and suppressed this matter in various media... Judging by the surprised expressions on your faces, you really don’t know, right?”

The rogue just told me he didn't see...

...and indeed she was hiding the truth.

(End of this chapter)