The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 92 Variables
"I..." He Nan was at a loss for words for a while.

"Very good, hesitate." Bone Spur laughed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Do you understand what you should do? What is right? What should a hero do?"

"...I should stop you." He Nan made up his mind and said what he wanted to say and should say.

"...That's right." Bone Spur exhaled softly, exhaled a puff of smoke, squinted his eyes and looked at He Nan quietly: "This one is called a hero. In fact, if the police station is unreliable, you should regard me as a police officer." I will decide whether to kill me by my behavior... Hehehe... But the constraints of law and public opinion may prevent you from doing so. Everyone knows what you look like, and you still have someone to care about."

He glanced at Shirley.

Shirley, on the other hand, turned her head expressionlessly and looked aside.

"...So that's it, kid." Bone Spur refocused his gaze on He Nan's face, and said word by word: "I don't hope that after a while, the scene when we meet will become very...unfortunate Choice. Well, uncle, I don’t know how to use words... To put it bluntly, I still don’t want the boring emotion of nostalgia to hinder your and my judgment—especially you, brat...It’s too easy to be emotional, and sooner or later you will be killed by others. Do you understand this truth?"

"I know."

"You know shit." Bone spur laughed aloud: "You look like you haven't been tortured by society... Don't think that as a detective, you have seen some cases and you understand fucking human nature. Wait until the day you are surrounded by trusted friends Once you stab it, you will understand—come on, kid, feel it, what is this?"

Bone spur turned sideways and pointed to the position of his side waist.

He Nan stretched out his finger and tried it out, but the bone spur suddenly burst out laughing.

"Damn!" Ho Nan immediately withdrew his hand, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's just that I couldn't hold back when you touched it." Bone spur became serious again: "Come again."

"...?" He Nan tried to touch it again.

This time, Bone Spur didn't laugh.

So he managed to touch a shallow raised scar.

"This... was stabbed by a companion?" He Nan frowned.

"...Oh." Bone spur snorted, and turned around again: "That's right. A story about betrayal... It started with me pulling him up and being hacked by him, and then his grave was three feet high For the end... oh, I forgot, he wasn't buried at all. But that's not important—do you want to hear exactly what happened between the beginning and the end?"

"I think it's better to forget it." He Nan had a premonition that he would hear a lot of cruel descriptions, so He Nan immediately refused.

"Then you just need to remember the lesson of this story... There is no one who cannot be bought." Bone Spur's eyes were full of seriousness: "...Okay, that's it. I'll give you another piece of advice, isn't it? It's more precious to teach you how to properly aim at the enemy at close range and head on... I think you can easily forget. It's easy for young people to have a scar to find out how true what people who have been there have said-oh, and. Am I Did I tell you not to be friends with me?"

"...Of course I understand what you mean." He Nan stared into his eyes and said, "I will judge right from wrong. I have my own set of moral principles, and I will formulate my own actions based on them."

"This look is interesting, especially like the way I thought I was super principled when I first entered the society... But young people are fine like this. I hope you really understand why I told you this." Bone spur hummed again Laughed a bit: "Actions are not based on formulation, but often depend on your reaction at that moment...In an emergency, you don't have so much time to think. When you are forced to make a quick decision, you still rely on your own three views The underlying logic of the... ahem ... the underlying logic again, I really like that word - but it's pretty accurate, isn't it?"

"Heh..." He Nan laughed lightly when he heard him say this: "I like it too. In fact, detectives often use it. It is usually used to think about the purpose of a certain behavior. Deduce the other party's true intentions."

"I don't understand your theory, so don't tell me." Bone Spur grinned slightly: "Our fate ends with the completion of the transaction of stealing documents, that's it, He Nan... don't have too much trouble with me." There are many intersections, as for why, I have already mentioned it. Moreover, you must pay attention to my identity... I am a criminal. The most proud skill. It was originally an identity I was proud of, but I am more and more dissatisfied with stopping here... The super villains that appear now are getting more and more exaggerated, aren’t they? Mere kidnappers are no longer on the stage. Maybe the target A bit big, but I want to be like Duracell."

Hmm... Jin Bin...

He Nan fell into deep thought in his heart.

...the goal is indeed quite big.

But it's not impossible.

Being a gangster here in New York is as variable as in Gotham.

No one can control this sinful city full of temptation and vitality forever.

If you are in the position today, you may be pulled down tomorrow.

Every time there is an earth-shaking change in the power of the underworld, it is the people who suffer in the end.

People get caught up in gunfights and die in unrelated power struggles.

People were oppressed during the stable rule of gangsters.

During the period of melee between gangsters fighting for territory, people were not only oppressed, but also died in it.

...So people feel that there is still a gang leader who can stabilize the overall situation in order to live a stable life.

Meaning, New York must have a gangster godfather.

Jin Bin in his heyday was like that.

People would even say that New York must have a gold union.

...Then the best and most correct, isn't there no Jinbin?
The days without gangsters are undoubtedly the best.

But New York never seems to go back to that era.

... No, it should be said that there has never been such an era.

Gangsters have been around since the city started out as a big, small port.

They grow together with the city, but the sense of existence is occasionally weakened by the strong government, and sometimes the sense of existence is full.

It can no longer be said that gangsters are parasitic in New York and are worms on this big tree.

because……

In a way, they are part of that big tree.

They coexist with New York.

"Boy..." Bone Spur finally whispered: "Go and play more with your superhero friends... If you don't know each other, pay a few. You will soon find that they are the most valuable to you ...much better than scum like me."

(End of this chapter)