Marvel Magic Event Book

"I'm glad you can recommend some good candidates for me, Ms. Palmer. I hope to hear good news when I come next time. Better doctors in the hospital should also have higher status." Salomon recommended He opened the door and walked out with Christina Palmer. "Ola, book a seat at the PerSe restaurant tonight. Don't forget to choose what you like to eat. I don't want you to stand there while eating."

After receiving the order, Aura couldn't wait to turn around and leave. The high heels could not slow down her almost galloping speed.

She couldn't stand the thought of not being able to don power armor and lower her heavy bolter while on security duty.Now that he had received the order, after confirming the safety situation nearby, she didn't want to wait any longer.It’s just that she will keep this suit and high heels, because her outfit from top to bottom, even the black stockings, are the work clothes Salomon chose for her, and even her wardrobe is filled with Salomon’s favorite items. uniform.Artificial beings are tools created to satisfy their creators - this is what Dinah tells all artificial beings.Aura believed this and carried it out meticulously, regardless of whether there was anything unreasonable in this admonition.

The female nurse's anatomy score was extremely good. She could tell at a glance that the muscular lines under the black suit of this overly young white-haired girl were definitely not the kind that ordinary people could have. She immediately understood that this girl was not a clerical worker or a driver in any way. , but a bodyguard with special functions.But she didn't find it too strange, because a wealthy man who could acquire a hospital in such a short period of time would value his security work anyway.

The only thing that made her curious was the small metal ring she found on the skin of Salomon's arm when taking a blood pressure measurement.She didn't know why Salomon would have himself implanted with such electronic components, but out of respect for her future boss, she didn't ask too much.

Christine Palmer, who will officially join management tomorrow, also recommended a neurosurgeon to Salomon.Although the doctor's surgical skills are not as good as Stephen Strange's, and he is often disliked by that arrogant guy for his surgical skills, he is very patient with patients and very serious and responsible in his work. Therefore, Christina ·Palmer thought that doctor could be a good helper to her.

Salomon readily agreed to the proposal.

There is nothing more intolerable than being your immediate boss with someone who is not as skilled as you and who has been humiliated by you.Perhaps Christina Palmer has the idea of ​​urging Stephen Strange to become a better person, but Salomon believes that this situation is no less serious for the arrogant Strange. To directly humiliate him.

He has nothing to object to. As the day to recruit Strange into Kama Taj is getting closer, he must complete this task as soon as possible and destroy all Strange's self-confidence in the shortest possible time and let him Understand in advance the truth that "if virtue is not matched, there will be disaster".Otherwise, he really has to get in touch with the private detective in London. At least that detective still has something called "responsibility."Tony Stark also has a sense of responsibility, which is why Salomon talks and deals with him instead of kicking him out.

"Mr. Damonette?" Salomon smelled the aroma of black tea.

He opened his eyes, and saw a man in ordinary clothes with half-white hair holding two cups of black tea, and handed one of them to him.What Aura protects is his alchemy clone.The artificial man knew that Salomon would send an alchemy clone to complete another task, but he didn't know which one to complete. Salomon's attitude also acquiesced that the alchemy clone did not need protection.Salomon only hoped that Aura would not be angry because of this incident when he returned. Even an android had a temper and it was difficult to coax him.

The living room is decorated with dark red wallpaper. It is small and warm, but does not look crowded.To the left of the living room is a small room filled with chemical experiment utensils and equipment. There is a refrigerator and pots next to those things. It is obvious that it is a kitchen, but it has other uses.

"Sorry, the cup is a bit small, but that's the cup Mrs. Hudson uses to serve guests. I added sugar and no milk, just like you wanted." After passing the black tea, the man turned and walked towards the carpet. Getting on one of the two soft chairs, "My friend hasn't come back yet, you know, to handle a case or something. Anyway, you can tell me about your situation first, so that you can save money when he comes back." Some time, isn’t it?”

"Oh, actually I want to entrust you with a case..." Salomon slowly drank coffee and slowly told about a vampire murder case in London not long ago from the perspective of a bystander.The vampire who committed the case was very young and had a legal status in human society. Salomon felt that this kind of thing was very suitable for the candidate to gradually understand the magical world, and he could also observe the candidate's behavior during the investigation of the case. Quality.He left behind many inconspicuous clues, and planned to use these clues to gradually guide the candidates to the final destination he had prepared.Salomon must observe the quality of the candidates to determine whether the alternative plan can be implemented after the first plan fails.

It's true that it's unusual for individuals to commission homicide investigations, but Salomon also had a pretty good cover as a cover.

"The deceased lost a lot of blood, but not much blood was found at the scene." Sherlock Holmes opened the door furiously, hung his scarf and coat on the coat rack next to the door, and spoke of the doubtful points of the case he had just dealt with, as if I didn't see Watson winking wildly at all. "Lestrade didn't think that was the first crime scene, but I found traces of a fight at the scene. The blood stains on the deceased's knuckles were consistent with the friction blood marks on the wall, so that should be the first crime scene. Then the blood went there Where is it? Even if the murderer is a patient with pronia...oh, who are you? "

"Sherlock, I was talking about this just now." Watson stood up awkwardly and introduced each other to his cohabitant and client. "This is the distant cousin of the victim. He came to London to take care of the funeral affairs... I'm sorry for you to hear this. It must be uncomfortable for you. His character is like this. I hope you don't mind..."

Faced with Salomon's outstretched hand, Sherlock Holmes did not choose to take it.

He looked at Salomon's body expressionlessly, and then blurted out his conclusion. "I don't think you are the cousin of the victim Elinor, Mr. Salomon Damonette." He said, "Leave aside the difference in physical characteristics between you and the victim. The victim is poor and works as a nightclub dancer, and you Apparently extremely wealthy and owning a gray shorthair cat. If anyone is going to handle the aftermath of a victim, it's not you. Plus, it's raining outside, the sewer pipe a block away is clogged, and your shoes are clean. Only the front part of your umbrella is wet, and the back half is quite dry. It looks like you are standing under the eaves and extending it into the rain. It is not like a passenger walking out of the airport with luggage at all, but more like a local. Residents. More importantly—"

He coughed a few times and continued, "——You stayed at the cafe at the door for at least an hour before making the commission and kept reading the newspaper. This is the information I got from asking the boss. I saw the cuffs on your sleeves. Crumbs, smelling your coffee enough to overpower your perfume. Do you think I wouldn’t recognize the smell I get every day when I open the window?”

"But you rarely open the window."

"Now is not the time for that, Watson."