The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 30 The Despondent Wanderer

With foot-strengthening shoes, the speed of the solar skateboard has become much faster.

According to the map, He Nan went to the place where Tom Severed Finger might live—he seemed to live in a shack made of cardboard, changing places every three days.

Hey... the case just now... I don't know what's going on.

What is the murderer's motive for killing...?
Could it be a killer...?After all, the agility is good, and there are very professional noise-absorbing shoes.

But it doesn't seem right.

Why didn't she put a silencer on the pistol?
And why do you do it in an environment like the subway where it is inconvenient to escape?
He Nan could think of many explanations, but no matter which one, it seemed that there was a bigger conspiracy behind it.

Forget it, leave it to the police for investigation...it's none of my business.

Standing on the skateboard, He Nan moved forward at high speed, watching the scenery along the way, his mood eased.

There are many parks in the Bronx.

In the crowded New York City, there are few opportunities to get close to nature.

And here, it is an excellent choice - as long as it is safe.

It seems that many homeless people live in the park.

He was in debt after his career, and could only rely on alcohol and drugs to relieve his worries every day.

They live like walking corpses in a daze every day, until one day they die in an inconspicuous corner... It is difficult for their lives to get back on track, and they don't believe that they can get back on track.

It's around here...

After He Nan passed through the crowded park, he slowed down the speed of his skateboard, and saw many homeless people gathering on the dilapidated street ahead.

This is a large slum area, with many simple houses and dilapidated trailer homes.

Many people just lay on the ground with a few sheets of newspaper or a large piece of plastic under their bodies.I don't know if I'm sleeping, or in a coma—or dead.

Fortunately, a policeman can be seen patrolling, which proves that the place is relatively safe.

...He Nan thought so.

Until he saw the cop start collecting protection money from the drug dealers and beat up a teenage girl who came for sex before returning to the police car.

Blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and she fell to her knees and wept.And the police just got into the car and left.

Looking at the police car driving away from the corner, his heart suddenly became extremely angry and desolate.

If the police are so depraved, ordinary people really can't do anything about it.

For a moment, he wanted to kill this corrupt bastard directly.He didn't deserve that badge.

However, the consequences of killing the police are too serious.

His death will probably only be publicized as revenge from the mob.

If the disgust of this kind of person cannot be made known to the public, and if the police station cannot be rectified, all violent sanctions will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

...However, it is enough to relieve the symptoms.

"It's hard to watch, doesn't it?"

He Nan put away his skateboard and was about to approach the dangerous area when he heard a familiar male voice from the side.

Still use Chinese.

Turning his head, he found that it was indeed a wanderer.

He is leaning against a tree and eating ice cream.

The helmet made of nanotechnology exposes the chin at the mouth so that he can eat without taking off the helmet.

"It's you..." He Nan's frowning brows eased slightly: "If you can watch it, you will be a ghost...! Brazenly colluding with drug dealers to accept bribes, and even defaulting on the money..."

"Oh, that's too common, really." The wanderer smiled helplessly: "Now if you want to find a clean and honest policeman, you basically have to go to the police academy to find the students. They haven't been eroded by this city yet... As for those old fried dough sticks, few of them are clean. If a hundred policemen stand in a long line and shoot one every other, there will be at least 40 people who slip through the net in the end.”

"...How did it become like this?" He Nan felt desperate when he heard it: "If it's already rotten to this extent, it seems that they can't even shuffle the cards..."

"Sometimes, I'm afraid I can't blame the police—many people are forced to compromise at first. If they don't cooperate, I'm afraid the whole family will suffer." The wanderer bites the ice cream non-seriously, while following him He said in a low voice, "But when it comes to compromising with the evil forces, there will be a second time once. If the handle is held in the hands of others, you will have to listen to them in the future and become a screw in the criminal empire."

He was silent for a moment, then continued: "Actually, the police station was very corrupt in the past... But at that time, the clean and honest police still had room to flex their muscles, and they could even become the chief police chief... But now? It's completely gone. There is no possibility of rectifying the atmosphere."

He Nan probably knew what he meant.

Officer Yuri Watanabe, whom I saw at the subway station just now, was once a representative of the clean and honest faction in the New York police circle.

After Jinpin was defeated by the Wanderer, the eight major gangs had no leader, and bloody territory scrambles and political assassinations immediately began. Taking advantage of this juncture, the Wanderer, Stark and others tried to help Yuri Watanabe to clean up the chaos in the New York Police Department. As a result, he lost in the power struggle.

Almost all of Yuri Watanabe's cronies were killed, or forced to resign and be fired. As a result, the reorganized police station became more corrupt and became a tool for various criminal organizations to rule the city.

"Watching New York go from salvage to irreversible decay with my own eyes, I am extremely discouraged." The wanderer laughed at himself, and continued with the sound of crushing a cone: "What should I say? ?Here...the city is like a plague...We thought we could be a vaccine, but all our efforts were in vain."

"But you haven't given up yet, have you?" He Nan was a little at a loss, so he could only ask, "Otherwise you wouldn't be wearing this battle suit again."

"Is this suit...it is bundled with the title of rogue. Along with it, there is also the label of never killing. People generally hope that superheroes will not tear it off and cross the bottom line of private law sanctions. The wanderer was silent for a moment: "That is indeed my usual style of doing things. But what I do now often makes me feel nauseous-this often makes me wonder if I have deviated from my original intention. Take the policeman just now. Come on...if he sees me, he'll be very enthusiastic. Do you know why?"

"Because...you are the object of his worship?"

"No." The rogue's tone was full of disgust: "It's because I saved this scum... from Professor Lizard. That's what makes me sick."

"So...you don't think you should save him." He Nan listened with complicated emotions: "Then if you were asked to do it again, what would you do?"

"I'll still save it." The wanderer smiled wryly: "Then, I must feel sick again... On the one hand, I feel that it's better for this kind of scum to fend for itself... On the other hand, I feel that I shouldn't just leave him alone .”

(End of this chapter)