Marvel, who rescued him? !

Cursing, Harry put the pistol back into his waist, suppressed his nausea, and dusted off the food residue on his body.

George sent a text message to the chief to report the situation, recalling the strange faces he saw when he just left the police station, and then casually asked Harry:

"Do you know a police officer with scars on his forehead and lip? How come I've never seen him before?"

"Oh~ you are talking about little Willis, he is the new evidence room manager."

newcomer? Evidence room manager?

The phone in George's hand shook.

What better person to play than a new evidence room manager?

Is there anything more accessible to a gem than a new evidence room keeper?

He is Kaitou Kidd!

"It's normal that you haven't seen him before. He has only been here for a week..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw George's face sinking and couldn't help but ask:

"what happened?"

"Who do you think is more likely to get close to the gems as Kaitou Kidd?"

"Wear...makeup? Kaitou Kidd also wears makeup? Are you kidding me? How can I not recognize him with makeup? Old Jonathan is just old, not blind."

George turned around and walked quickly towards the police station.

"I wouldn't have believed it a day ago, but now, I have to believe it."

Harry followed closely behind, covering his nose because of the smell of his own body, holding his stomach with one hand, and said in a low voice:

"Are you drunk because you drank coffee? When you become another person, do you think you are filming a movie?"

Back at the police station, the two of them walked straight towards the evidence room. When one of the police officers saw George with a serious face, he stepped aside unconsciously, and Harry behind him did not disturb anyone.

All the way to the evidence room, I saw old Jonathan sitting on a chair, wearing reading glasses and holding a newspaper in his hand.

Old Jonathan's hair was gray but carefully combed, his police uniform was slightly faded, but he was also very neat. His skin was wrinkled, his face was slightly stubble, and his nose was collapsed due to injuries.

He has been a veteran police officer who has worked in the New York Police Department for more than 40 years. More than 40 years ago, he was also a young police officer. More than 40 years have brought him to the age of more than years old.

Old Jonathan glanced at the two people who came in, wrinkled their noses and said:

"Harry! You've eaten shit!"

Upon hearing this, Harry's face immediately darkened.

"Old Jonathan, shut your stinky mouth. This is a sacrifice I made to solve the case. It is a heroic and great sacrifice."

Old Jonathan didn't believe a word of Harry's words and sneered:

"Will you be heroic and great? Then I still believe you will eat shit."

Harry gritted his teeth and wanted to rush forward and fight for his life. Fortunately, George saw that the situation was not good and stepped forward and asked:

"Where's Willis?"

Old Jonathan looked at George and said casually:

"Tell him~ He went in to sort out his belongings. Do you have anything to do with him?"

Having already entered, George's face became ugly. If the other party stole the gems in the police evidence room so easily, the New York Police Department would really be disgraced.

Harry glanced at George and said seriously:

"Old Jonathan, I'm not kidding you this time. We suspect there is something wrong with this little Willis."

At this moment, the door to the evidence room behind Old Jonathan opened.

Willis, wearing a police uniform, with a short haircut and scars on his forehead and lips, came out.

When he saw George and Harry, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, his hands unconsciously retracted, and then he managed to calm down and asked:

"Sir, do you want to get something? Tell me and I will get it for you."

His expression did not escape the notice of the two men. George and Harry looked at each other and at the same time drew their guns and pointed them at Willis.

Harry smiled and said:

"Kaitou Kidd? You can actually look like someone else. This is an eye-opener for me."

Seeing the two muzzles, Willis hurriedly raised his hands and turned pale.

"What are you talking about? Kaitou Kidd, sir, there may be some misunderstanding between us."

George observed Willis's face and frowned. He could not judge the authenticity of an unknown person.

"What did you do when you went out before?"

Willie paused and replied:

"Get a courier?"

"What about the express delivery you picked up?"

Willis gritted his teeth:

"I was deceived. No one sent me a courier. I am really Willis, not Phantom Thief Kidd. Harry, Jonathan, you know me, you can help me prove it!"

Old Jonathan observed the current scene with a blank expression, and asked inexplicably:

"Me? How to prove it?"

Harry also scratched his head, looked at George and asked:

"Does saying something that only little Willis and I have experienced together prove that he is true?"

George nodded.

Willis's eyes brightened and he said quickly:

"Harry, we went to the casino together last time, and you won a lot!"

Harry's expression was slightly embarrassed, and he explained to George, who was looking at him closely:

"I went on a secret visit to investigate their crimes, and I also obtained evidence of their crimes."

"What about the criminal evidence?"

Harry raised his hand and pointed at Willis:

"You're talking about the last time, and I lost everything last time."

Willis was stunned for a moment and shouted:

"No way, I just went with you once."

Harry stepped forward and hit Willis in the face with the butt of his gun, twisting him to the ground and sneered:

"Once? Then the other time I went with a ghost? Kaitou Kidd, you only know about it once, right?"

Before Willis could continue to retort, Harry clasped his hands and pulled out a button-sized ruby ​​from his hip pocket.

Seeing this scene, Willis looked ashen.

Harry kicked Willis in the stomach, almost causing Willis to lose his breath.

"Kit, you bastard, how dare you stuff me into the trash can. I'm going to feed you the trash myself later."

Old Jonathan glanced at the current situation, then looked at the gem in Harry's hand, and Willis, who had an ugly face on the ground, and said:

"Harry, it turns out you didn't eat shit, but you ate garbage~"

George put down his pistol, walked up to Willis, frowned and began to tug at Willis's face.

How is this human skin mask made? How can it be so real.

Harry raised the gem to the light. The crystal clear gem burned like a flame, with charming brilliance and beauty.

After a slight hesitation, Harry walked up to George, reached out and stuffed the gem into George's jacket pocket, patted it and said:

"I feel more at ease letting you keep it."

As he spoke, he showed a ferocious smile to Willis on the ground:

"I'm going to take a bath now, little brat, just wait and drink my bath water!"