The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 321 I'm leaving for a few days
Ok……

Standing in front of the Atlantic cafeteria, He Nan looked at his watch.

It's almost time!
Let's hope Tom Severe Finger is a punctual guy.

He Nan thought so, and looked up at the sky.

Just in time to witness the rogue flash to the top of a building, then jump off the top, throwing a dagger from the air.

With a huge falling kinetic energy and a crisp and sharp tearing sound, the dagger plunged straight into the ground in front of He Nan.

...Afterwards, the wanderer in mid-air crouched and flashed to He Nan's side, pulled it out, twirled it twice with his fingertips, and put it back into the scabbard.

"You can die if you don't show off." He Nan watched the cool knife-turning action just now, and complained in Chinese.

"Hahaha, it's not a show, it's more accurate to use a dagger to flash downwards." The wanderer laughed and explained like this.

"No, I'm talking about your movement of turning the knife."

"Oh, this one—it's actually for shaking off the dust from the blade."

"I believe you are a ghost..." He Nan frowned and muttered, and then noticed that Shirley was still beside her with a bored face, so he quickly reminded the wanderer: "Stop using Chinese, she can't understand."

"Oh, yes." The wanderer coughed and jokingly said in Chinese, "Can't you help each other out? Teach your wife Chinese, and then she will teach you Japanese."

"I have thought about it, but it is very difficult to learn a new language, and I can't use it for normal communication, so I have been shelving it. Now we can only understand the simple content of the other party." He Nan ignored the other party's "wife" Looking at the wanderer, he asked curiously in English: "Why do you want to chat with us? I just saw you and the black knight went to stop the gangster from committing crimes. That matter is over?"

"Well, the fight will be resolved in a while. The trouble is the aftermath. Of course, these will be handed over to the police." Speaking of this, the wanderer also switched to English mode, and at the same time he clicked his tongue and complained in an unhappy tone. : "It feels like handing it over to the police is like not arresting anyone at all. It's really frustrating... Forget it, let's not talk about this. I just ran into you, so I don't have to send emails."

"Ah? Is there something wrong?" He Nan was taken aback for a moment, then pointed to the cafeteria next to him: "Do you want to eat too?"

"No, no, of course not." The wanderer smiled wryly: "It's just that I'm going to leave New York for a while, maybe a week, or maybe more... Don't ask me for help if you need help, just contact Moonlight Knight."

"Well, good." He Nan suddenly felt a little curious: "Can I ask what you are doing?"

"Go do something private." The wanderer chuckled lightly, "You can also treat me as traveling, but it's definitely not that easy."

"Well, it seems that it is inconvenient to disclose." Ho Nan nodded understandingly: "Okay, be safe... Oh, by the way, how did Penny Parker react after receiving the reply? Have you seen her again?"

"Hey, not yet. S.H.I.E.L.D. does not allow visitation." Mentioning this, the rogue frowned, his tone slightly displeased, and then regained his composure: "But she was very happy when she received the letter."

"That's good." He Nan imagined the scene, and felt relieved and nervous at the same time.

He was worried that his handwriting was too ugly.

But after a while, I realized that I was thinking too much.

Because I didn't worry about the point at all.

Shirley wrote half of the letter.

Her handwriting is beautiful.

So it's 50.00% ugly at most.

Can the [-]-[-] thing be called ugly?

"Let's get busy, both of you! I'm leaving first." The wanderer raised his revolver again and waved at them: "See you in a few days!"

"Well, let's go." Shirley also raised her hand and waved to him: "I wish you a pain-free walk."

"Don't curse people to death, okay..." He Nan felt that there was something wrong with this, and not only corrected him: "It should be said to go peacefully."

"Okay, if something happens to me on the way, it will be your curse. Wait until I turn into a ghost and come back to find you? Don't think about how many offerings you make." The wanderer let out a wry smile, and finally fired into the sky this time. .

...and then almost hit the helicopter again.

"I think with his flashing method, he will be hacked to death by the propeller sooner or later." Shirley sighed: "Can't you see what's above your head?"

"Uh... how should I put it... I suspect he did it on purpose..." Ho Nan watched and sweated: "Just for excitement. Otherwise, it won't be long to remember after so many times."

"Then according to this kind of personality, it's normal to play yourself to death someday?" Shirley watched the wanderer flash into the invisible sky, and fell into deep thought: "...um."

"Shirley, what are you thinking?"

"...I was wondering if he could flash to the North Pole and eat the most authentic pickled puffins by shooting like this."

"...It's okay if you don't say it, but I feel disgusting when I say it." He Nan suddenly felt that he lost his appetite for the buffet: "My mother, don't mention it. That kind of stuff... When I think about it, I feel so disgusted." It's all about sucking offal fermented fluid on its ass, it's horrific."

"Hehehe... But he doesn't have much ammunition on him." Shirley narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's enough to fire many shots... It's just a revolver, and each bullet can't fly very far. I'm afraid it hasn't flown out yet. As for the United States, it ran out of ammunition and food and fell."

"No, if you really want to flash past all the way like this, how many bullets you have is not a problem at all." He Nan thought for a while, and proposed this way: "He can throw a revolver or a dagger? After flashing past, catch it, and then throw it out. And then flash..."

"...Don't you feel tired." Shirley gave him a white look: "How far can you throw it this time?"

"That's why it's flashing forcibly." He Nan pretended to be deep and said, "Think about it, how many throws and catches it takes to flash all the way to the North Pole with this kind of perseverance...it must be a hard practice. "

"I think this kind of practice can't be called hard work, it can only be called insanity." Shirley sighed: "It's great to have his ability, if we have it, we can also flash to the North Pole to eat pickled puffins at any time, Then come back..."

"...Do you really want to eat it?" He Nan began to feel nauseous again: "Didn't it just flash like this when you said you were crazy just now... How long does it take to go back and forth?"

"That's why the wanderer said that it might take a few days to go, and he just used this time to keep flashing." Shirley said calmly and seemingly seriously: "Also, you are the one who wants to eat pickled puffins."

"why?!"

"Because you've been thinking about this dish ever since I told you about it?" Shirley showed a smirk: "If you don't eat it once, it's hard to get rid of lovesickness."

(End of this chapter)