Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

It was still early when Hodge and Morgan arrived at the entrance of Chris’s store. The afternoon sun shone warmly on the copper-cast signboard, making the floor-to-ceiling windows shine bright. The sofa and low round table behind the floor-to-ceiling windows looked warm The classic color seems to have stopped in this store all the time, making people feel as if they have returned to the era when chariots and horses were slowly building up their clothes and temples.

The aroma of flowers and tea leaves, as well as the smell of exotic spices, mixed together a sensational smell that is more confusing than the most expensive perfume. Take a look, and you will be captivated by the sparkling and exquisite silverware, the elegant and graceful but not rigid and outdated decoration, and the gorgeous and delicate bone china tea sets.

Indeed, it should be so, but Hodge and Morgan glanced at the French windows, and saw those expensive tea sets that should have been placed in glass cabinets like collections as Rossi told them. In addition to the fragments of glass and porcelain that were scattered all over the floor and were illuminated by the sun, they also saw the bright red blood stained on the fragments. Of course, they did not ignore the door that was about to fall apart in the staff lounge.

There was no one in the store, and there was a wooden sign at the door to close the store, but Morgan looked at the position of the door lock through the glass and found that the door was not locked.

Hodge and Morgan looked at each other, held their own guns in their hands and adjusted their breathing, and then tentatively pushed open a crack, the bell hanging on the store door was carefully controlled to only make a very slight sound, Two well-trained detectives have already entered the store.

The aroma that I smelled outside the door became strangely lighter when I arrived in the store. It changed from a spicy and rich aroma to an indescribable silence and thickness. Perhaps it was because of the temperature of the sun that the aroma also changed. It seems to have a little heat, which reminds people of the overlapping of death and new life for no reason, and a flower suddenly blooms from the ashes of the fire.

Hodge and Morgan cautiously maintained a posture ready to attack at any time, breathed lightly and their bodies were tense, first walked quickly to the staff lounge behind the counter, and saw the inside through the door that was probably smashed by something. The broken sofa made them even more vigilant. After communicating a few times with gestures without making a sound, they lowered their bodies and stepped on the stairs to the second floor in a combat state.

The door on the second floor was ajar. Hodge leaned on the edge of the stairs and saw a figure flickering inside, mixed with a few hoarse and powerless groans, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Morgan leaned against the door and looked into the house quietly. Through the crack of the door, he saw a young man lying on the bed with a haggard expression and his eyes closed. His face was flushed because of physical discomfort, his forehead was throbbing with veins, and he seemed to be weak. Convulsively trembling, coughing and moaning intermittently, it was Peter Parker who had been missing for many days without any news.

And Chris—Chris Elf, who claimed that he had never met Peter Parker, was holding a needle and preparing to inject Peter Parker with something. The liquid in the needle made people feel numb just looking at it. Dark green, churning and flowing like a living thing, stirring up a small vortex in the needle tube, Chris looked down at the frowning and whimpering boy with a gentle and elegant smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was entertained by Peter's painful appearance. A kind of happy and relaxed look, that kind of expression made Morgan feel that the hairs all over his body were blown up. He shook his hand holding the gun, took two quick breaths, turned his head and gestured to Hodge, raised his leg and kicked open the door with a sharp sound. He said: "FBI! Put down the needle in your hand!"

Hodge rushed in after Morgan, pointed his gun at Chris, and said coldly: "Chris Elf, put down the syringe and raise your hands, you are under arrest."

Chris's hand holding the syringe froze - he was more concerned about being touched at the door of his house than being arrested at gunpoint, and he was completely unaware of being touched at the door.

He had only left Gotham for less than two months, and his vigilance had dropped to such a level in An's life. If word spread, those villains who had their bones broken by him would definitely laugh their heads off, okay?

In fact, there is no need for a villain. The moment Hodge and Morgan kicked in the door, the system had already hit him with a screen full of ridicule. The colorful fonts were different and the language could be changed, which fully reflected the system's rare gutter for him How happy it is to see a ship capsize.

Well, who told the system that there is no such thing as amnesia at all, and has always kept in the memo that Chris dismissed his outfit change system in the early days and even unilaterally refrigerated it—especially if Chris didn’t need to change his outfit. The system also went smoothly in the early days, and it seemed to him that the system was useless, which made him even more worried. He wanted to review it every day to motivate himself to evolve and upgrade. At the same time, he would never let go of anyone who could laugh at Chris’s failure. Chance.

Chris made another note for his cheapskate system in his heart, sighed, put down the syringe in his hand and raised his hands obediently, "Don't be so nervous, agents, this is just a nutritional supplement."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't fight, but his poor little clerk will be weak for a period of time due to the excessive energy consumption due to his ability awakening, and he must do more training to fully develop his potential.

"Stay away from him and stand over there." Morgan didn't feel relaxed at all because of Chris's cooperative attitude, but became even more nervous. He took two steps forward to faintly separate Chris and Peter, feeling A layer of cold sweat oozes from the back.

This is an instinctive fear of danger, even if the person in front of him is unarmed and raises his hands without any intention of attacking, it still makes him feel like a thorn on his back.

It's like an antelope facing a lion. Even if the lion is full and lazily dozed off, none of the antelope will give up their vigilance because of this.

"Okay, okay, relax Detective, I don't know how to eat people." Chris stood up and spread his hands and walked to the other side of the room. His attitude was cooperative enough to make the Gotham police burst into tears-of course Chris could be knocked down directly. The difficulty of the two detectives on the opposite side will not be higher than single-handedly fighting Batman, but firstly, he is not going to be a fugitive for a fugitive farce, and secondly, the files are clean and beyond reproach, so why bother? It made everyone unhappy.

For a serious businessman like him, kindness makes money.

"Is it okay for us to omit the head with both hands?" Chris discussed in a good tone, "I won't run away from my shop here! Handcuffs? Seriously?"

"Given your great achievements in Gotham, there must always be some security measures." Morgan handcuffed Chris's hands behind his back, unaware that he had completed an achievement that even Batman could not, and wrinkled Mei recited the Miranda rights to Chris according to the procedure. Hodge had already called the ambulance and notified the members of the BAU team to prepare for the interrogation. He and Morgan sent Chris to the car, and did not notice that he was lying on the bed Peter struggled and seemed to want to say something, but only moved his fingers indistinctly, and let out a muffled grunt.

Peter felt that his soul was locked in a transparent box. He could perceive the outside world but could not control his body. He clearly knew that Chris was helping him, but he could only lie down like this because of his unsatisfactory body. Watching helplessly as Chris was taken away by the police as a prisoner.

No, it's not open, he can't even open his eyes now.

The teenager who was locked in the depths of his consciousness curled up into a ball because of this cognition, oh yes, a real small ball, the plasticity of the soul is always stronger than the body, a few thin branches uncontrollably from his The small group of souls separated out and dangled, making him look like a little spider dangling with slender and long legs.

The mutation of the body will be reflected in the soul to some extent. Thank God, he did not instinctively start spinning silk and webs, but tried to adapt and even master the strange power that suddenly appeared and made him painful and uneasy. He wanted to wake up earlier to prove Chris of Qingbai.

The store manager has to rely on him!

Inspired by this thought, the little spider-like soul spewed out a small strand of spider silk.

And the store manager who "it's all up to him" is sitting in the interrogation room of the New York Police Department, blinking his clear light-colored eyes, staring at the opposite one-way glass, smiling politely and gently nodding his head , with a calm expression as if sitting in his own living room without any nervousness or wavering.

"He knows we are watching him." The BAU team stood outside and watched. Even Garcia started a video call under her strong request. Hodge handed the prepared document to Rossi and opened it. The door to the interrogation room.

Rossi is one of the oldest detectives in the BAU. He has seen countless criminals and has rich experience. As the leader of the BAU team, Hodge is excellent in interrogation. He regularly teaches for the reserve agents of the FBI Academy. .They never dared to underestimate how difficult Chris is - trying to pry something out of the mouth of a character who played the entire Gotham police for a fool, everyone knew it was bound to be an uphill battle.

"Good day, detectives." Chris started with this sentence with a smile, raised his hands cuffed in front of his body and said helplessly, "Would you mind opening it for me? As a pacifist, I wouldn't do it here .”

"What you did in Gotham doesn't look like this." Rossi slowly opened the file and picked out a few photos, "The explosives in it are enough to blow up Gotham."

"You can't talk nonsense." Chris shrugged and didn't get entangled, and retorted in his mouth, "If you really blow up Gotham to the sky, Red Hood will fight me desperately. That guy is just as virtuous as Batman, and he is destined to be like his brother." Tan lived his life."

"So you broke up with him?" Hodge asked. "I noticed that you worked with the Red Hood before you left Gotham, and there was no sign of disagreement."

On the contrary, the last cooperation between Chris and Red Hood was like a grand carnival, and the tacit understanding made the whole Gotham restless.

"It's not a disagreement." Chris laughed and tapped on the photo in front of him, "It's just that he loves the Wayne's Brucey and Jason's cutie more than me, and that black lacquered dog. big bat."

"It has been reported that the Wayne Group is the sponsor behind Batman!" Garcia provided information (gossip) support on the other end of the video, "I checked the recent news about the Red Hood. You know that the Gotham Gang has a Is the internal intelligence network actually dedicated to collecting this kind of information? Just like some brainless fan support club, it still exists—well, I’m going too far, anyway, Red Hood recently, almost after Chris Elf left Gotham, he The trajectory of his activities coincides with Batman's emergence, and even in the weeks when Batman disappeared, he replaced Batman in vigilante activities."

But Jason is cute?Garcia recalled the 1.8-pound [-]-meter boy in the data, and couldn't help shaking slightly.

"Okay, I don't think you brought me here to hear these things." Chris pushed the photo back and leaned back in the chair. "How about getting straight to the point?"

Rossi stared at Chris's expression and was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "So, can you tell us why Peter Parker appeared in your store? Chris Elf, who claimed not to have seen Peter Parker in the morning gentlemen?"

"Because I did not find my unlucky clerk until the afternoon." Chris chuckled, folded his hands and raised his eyes to look at the two agents in front of him. With a strange color, "from some crazy organization that wants to rule the world."

As for which organization?It depends on who His Majesty Casey is going to give the pot to.