The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 210 Give Me Myself

"All right, I'm a detective!"

...He Nan used to hear this kind of ridicule that "studying detectives requires food" in the Criminal Investigation Academy.

Even teachers joke about it.

But that line isn't actually that funny.

Behind it is the cruel status quo and bitterness of the industry.

Many detectives can't do it.

They are often not incompetent.

...but poor.

Can't get a case to make a living.

It is also difficult to be an amateur detective.

People who can be business detectives often have to work with great flexibility in their working hours.

such as……

Rich people, big bosses, well-known journalists, well-known writers, etc.

In this way, when spending a lot of time investigating cases, you don't have to worry about not being able to ask for leave.

It's like writing a novel.

Even though He Nan is in the United States, he still often reads Chinese online articles, and has witnessed countless favorite authors quit the industry and disappear from this industry.

Out of ten full-time web writers, nine will starve to death.

So he has been subscribing to support authors who work hard to update, instead of watching free pirated copies.

In the past, whenever he found that he had a superior mentality of "rewarding you for food" when he subscribed, he would feel self-blame. He felt that it was only natural to pay for buying things, and it was only natural not to steal.But every now and then the thought arises.

He thought about why this was so, and then realized that it was because it was an honor to insist on doing the right thing when everyone was generally stealing, so he was relieved.I began to feel that the birth of this mentality was very normal, and there was no need to blame myself.

"I began to think that there is no need to guard against that slime monster." He Nan looked at Shirley who grabbed the shotgun and sat down next to him, and said, "...but maybe it's too early?"

"It's really too early. Think about it when you don't get attacked tonight or tomorrow." Shirley checked the ammunition in the gun body, pulled the slide to load it: "You must remember that the insurance is released. .Don't just shoot it casually."

"Don't worry." He Nan lay on the bed and looked at her, and promised: "I won't hit you."

"...Don't call anything else." Shirley put it aside and played with her phone: "If you damage the house, you will lose money."

"Uh...that's for sure." Thinking of this, He Nan felt even more aware of the disaster that the venom would bring if it invaded: Needless to say, the harm to personal safety would be caused, and additional compensation would be required if you shot it back .

After that, He Nan gradually fell into a dreamland.

Probably because he thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. In the dream, he saw the smiling shark.

... That disgusting face that was a mixture of a man and a shark made He Nan in his dream break out in cold sweat.

It has a terrifying and bloody smile on its face, and a big mouth that is grinning like a slit girl at an incredible angle...

As it gradually approached, the shark's belt was twitched open with a thick layer of flesh and blood, revealing a wriggling mass of flesh covered with fangs...

...He Nan hacked to death with a sickle afterwards.

Just as he lamented how weak this guy was, he felt someone shaking him.

When consciousness gradually recovered, she felt Shirley's shaking.

"Hey, wake up. It's your turn." Shirley pushed him: "What are you smirking at?"

"I dreamed that I hacked the smiling shark to death with a scythe."

"...Oh." Shirley looked bored, and handed him the shotgun: "Take it. I think when you want to kill that slime monster, it's best not to use a knife... otherwise you'll be splashed with slime."

"If you want to splash, it feels the same with a knife and a gun." He Nan took the gun and complained: "Anyway, its wound will spray the liquid everywhere. It will be just as troublesome to clean up then."

"At least you won't worry about getting it on your body and parasitizing you, right?" Shirley got into the bed, lay down on the position where He Nan had just fallen asleep, twisted slightly, rearranged the pillow, and turned over: "...a smell of safflower oil."

"Uh... If you mind, would you like to lie down on the bed."

"No. I don't mind." Shirley turned her back to him: "This side is already warmed by you, but the other side is still cold."

"Ah... um."

New York nights can often be cold.

Even in summer.

He Nan watched Xue Li gradually fall asleep, and felt in his heart that Xue Li was so cute.

Unexpectedly, just when he thought that Miyano Shiho had fallen asleep and was about to start playing with his mobile phone, Shirley suddenly turned around and complained again: "...the smell of safflower oil is too strong."

"So you go to sleep over there!"

"Oh, do you dislike me lying where you just slept?" Shirley opened her eyes and snorted, her expression full of jokes: "What a scumbag. It's terrible, you dislike me now, how will you live in the future .”

"No, why am I such a scumbag!" He Nan felt extremely wronged: "I won't be able to live in the future. Isn't your house over there?"

"...Then I'll go to my room and sleep well." Hearing what he said, Shirley seemed a little angry, and got up to leave.

So, He Nan immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly pushed her down again.

"...What are you doing? Take your hands away from me."

"Uh, it's been taken away—I just don't think it's necessary to change houses?"

"why."

"that's because……"

"Oh, scumbag. No need to explain."

"???"

He Nan still wanted to explain something, but seeing that Xueli had put the quilt back on and closed her eyes, she didn't say anything more.

Recalling the series of events that happened just now, He Nan still felt that it was outrageous.

It was much more outrageous than the case, because he couldn't use logic to reason Shirley's thoughts at all.

You can only experience it with your heart.

Fortunately, he didn't fail to understand what happened to her all of a sudden.

After reviewing the game in his heart and noticing this point, He Nan even suddenly felt a little itchy in his heart.

He even had an urge to move with Shirley into a one-bedroom house.

...But I always feel that if this happens, not only will things not develop as he expected, but he will be forced to roll and sleep on the sofa.

No, why don't I just rent a house without a sofa?

He Nan felt that he had thought of the best solution.

However, he suddenly and helplessly thought about whether he would become sleeping on the floor again.

This time, the other side.

Moonlight Knight sat in the laboratory, dozing off.

Soon, the lab alarm clock, used only on the few nights when the night is not out to fight crime but to develop technology, goes off.

And today, the time is to remind him that it's time to eat raspberry ice cream.

"Hmph..." Moonlight Knight clapped his hands, took out a box fiercely, and snapped off the bottom: "This time you'd better give me one of my own..."

With the reflection of the light on the plastic wrap, the card is revealed.

There was another "Tony Stark" in the trash can.

Still torn.

(End of this chapter)