The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 173 Let's play a game

All right...just park the car here.

He Nan looked around and felt that this forest was very safe and no one would come.

This guy seems to be in a coma for a while...

...Then let me take a look at these documents first.

He Nan took out the receipts found in the study, and checked each piece of paper again.

He found out that Basil Homer was indeed paying the Marvel family an annual sum.

The amount varies from time to time, which is probably related to the experiments they received.

Moreover, there are more interesting items in the document.

He Nan found a withdrawal record from May [-]th.

As you can see, $200 million was withdrawn.

...so where did this huge sum of money go?
He Nan frowned.

The answer is probably very obvious.

On May [-], his wife was found missing.

... The money on the eleventh day was probably used to bribe the police.

Humph……

Looking at the receipt, He Nan felt uneasy.

Unfortunately, it is not a transfer record.

Of course, how could something with such obvious evidence be kept?
And no one is stupid.

If you are asked to leave such obvious evidence, it will be troublesome if you are exposed.

So the safest thing to do is to trade in cash.

Officer Barov will also tell him before taking the money - you take the money first and then give it to us.

For example, gangsters like cash very much in their transactions.

It is not easy to leave handles.

He can interpret this money for any purpose...

The police will also help to lie because of their interests.

He Nan shook his head, then looked at other lists.

Nothing else is particularly noteworthy...

...oh, and here it is.

He Nan began to check other envelopes, and found that one of them contained medical related items.

Among them, most of them are consumption bills for buying medicines for his wife.

from the hospital.

There are also medical expenses.But very few.

It seems that his wife's original condition was really stable, and she didn't even need to go to the doctor now and then.

... These documents can prove my inference, but they cannot be used as clues.

He Nan sighed, and then remembered that he was still wearing that helmet all the time.

So, he took it off and carefully examined its internal structure.

Oh……

Inside the eyes, it is actually a transparent display.

...It seems that it can play some kind of video inside.

This effect can be superimposed on the real world seen by the eyes.

The wearer will look at this image to achieve some effect - presumably for healing?

He Nan was not sure, but when he thought of the nature of the room and how it looked like it was a device for forcibly restraining patients to facilitate treatment, he felt that he was right.

At this moment, He Nan could hear a groan coming from the back seat.

He glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, and saw that the killer behind him finally woke up from a coma, showing an extremely dazed and confused expression.

In this state, the mind still has not fully recovered from the anesthesia.

But it's not a big problem.He was immediately available to answer questions.

So, He Nan opened the door and got off the car, and sat in the back row.

"How is it, buddy?" Sitting beside him, Ho Nan looked at him with a cold and mocking expression with a smile: "Do you still remember who I am?"

"You...you are..." He gritted his teeth and looked at He Nan, looking full of annoyance: "Fuck... let me go!"

"Oh, I'll let you go." He Nan punched him in the face: "After handing you over to the police—before that, I'm going to ask you a few questions! And you'd better talk to me To be honest, because I'm short on time, I don't have much patience...!"

"Oh? Then try it!" The killer laughed and spit at He Nan: "I tell you, I remember your face! You are dead, you know?!"

"...Then I really don't know." He Nan wiped off his saliva with a tissue, and snorted coldly: "Okay, I want to ask you the first question—who sent you to kill McCormick? Ke?"

"Guess what, trash?!"

"Then I'll start guessing." He Nan pressed him face down on the seat, gritted his teeth: "Every time I guess, you have to tell me if I guessed right. If I guess right, you Tell me the details. If I guess wrong... I'll break one of your fingers."

"Ha! Bravado! I'm sorry you don't dare! Tell you, the police station is ours! If you dare to do this, they will not give you good fruit! Just wait to enter the cell!"

"Okay - first guess, Basil Homer, I guess, isn't it?"

"You think I'll answer you?!"

"That doesn't seem right? Hmm..." He Nan pretended to think for a moment, and then snapped off one of his little fingers.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Okay, let's guess a second time." Ho Nan's tone was still very flat, as if nothing happened just now: "I still guessed it was Basil Homer, did I guess right this time?"

"Yes—you guessed it!"

"Oh." He Nan broke another finger.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-I, I said you guessed it right!"

"I don't believe it." He Nan said with a chuckle, "Okay! Happy third round, um~ how should I put it... I guess it's the director of the White Swan Orphanage! Isn't it?"

"No! Yes, it's Basil Homer! Chess master! The Dean is just a pawn—me too!"

"Oh, really?" He Nan stopped pretending to break off his next finger: "Then tell me carefully what happened..."

"Okay! I, I'll tell you!"

"Look, the term ten fingers connecting hearts is not a nonsense." Looking at his twisted fingers, He Nan clicked his tongue: "Hey... Isn't it good to cooperate like this from the beginning? You know? This The game was so much fun, let's play each of our interviews after that."

"No—no need! Just tell me what you want to ask!" The man burst into tears in pain: "Help...help me pick it up! Break it back! It hurts...it hurts!"

"I think they look good, don't they?" He Nan flicked the twisted fingers, and the killer howled again in pain: "And this is not an injury that can be snapped back. It's okay, you are in the police station." Doesn’t Bureau have many friends! They will help you deal with it.”

"You, if you do this, they will--"

"——What will happen?" He Nan snorted: "I will tell them that you accidentally fell and injured yourself. Right? Or you can also say that you wanted to break free from the handcuffs and bend yourself— —And you, cooperate with my speech. Tell them how stupid you are, how careless you are to make such an accidental little wound... Otherwise, do you want to tell them the truth? Tell them you were tortured by me ?Then it doesn't matter if you say you didn't reveal anything, will they believe it? Think about the trouble you'll get in then, man."

(End of this chapter)