[Comprehensive British and American] Super Mario

Night, Chinatown, Chinese Magic Restaurant.

Mary nodded and smiled at the male waiter who opened the door for her, and saw Andrew sitting in the corner of the hall waving to her.She walked over quickly, pulled out the chair and sat down, unexpectedly asked: "Only us?"

Andrew nodded and said: "Yes, I only have an appointment with you." He said to the male waiter who followed Mary to deliver the menu: "We will order later."

The male waiter nodded with a smile, put the menu in front of them, and walked away.

Mary rubbed her temples, leaned against the back of the Chinese-style wooden chair, and asked, "I thought you would call May and Peter."

Andrew touched the cover of the menu in front of him, looked at her and said, "That was originally planned, but you look very tired, isn't your adoptive father already much better?"

"There are a lot of worrying things." Mary twitched the corners of her mouth, forced a smile and said, "But it's okay, I can still hold on."

"Okay, since you said you can still hold on, then I'm going to tell you what I'm going to tell you next, I hope you can..." Andrew thought for a while, gestured with his hands, "Don't fall down."

"You mean to say you haven't tracked down the bank?" asked Mary.

"No, on the contrary, in the information I found, those clues are all weird. I don't know how to describe it, but it's very weird." Andrew said in a low voice, "You know I found out that in New York, with How many people did Julie disappear at the same time?"

Mary looked at him and asked, "A lot?"

"No, the point is not the number of people, sorry, I made a mistake, what I should have emphasized is that the missing people all have something in common: they either don't have a good relationship with their families, or they live alone, or they don't have many friends, etc. , and so on, all in all..." Andri paused, "They are all people who won't immediately attract people's attention even if they disappear."

Mary thought deeply, frowned slightly, and said, "If you talk about these characteristics, then why is that little girl called? Zegna will also disappear?"

Andri shrugged and said, "Oh, I thought about this little girl, and concluded that she knew the truth and tried to tell someone, leading to..."

"Who did she tell?" Mary asked.

Andrew was silent for a while, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the recording software in the mobile phone, clicked on a file, put it in front of Mary, and looked at her quietly.

Andrew's voice came from the phone, and he asked, "You are Zegna's best friend, right?"

A childish voice of a little girl replied, "Yes."

"So, I'm sure you really want Zegna to go home quickly! I hope you can help me, okay?" Andrew asked.

"Okay, but, I've already told you everything I know!" The little girl asked suspiciously, "What else can I do to help?"

Andrew pondered for a while, and said, "Listen, Jesse, I still have some questions to ask you, if you know, can you tell me honestly?"

"it is good!"

Andrew continued: "Before Zegna disappeared, did Zegna talk to you about anything you couldn't understand?"

"No!" The little girl replied quickly. "Zenia doesn't tell me much about her family, if that's what you mean!"

"No, what I mean is, think about it carefully, have you ever talked about strange topics in your usual chats." Andrew explained patiently.

The little girl seemed to be thinking for a long time, then she said uncertainly: "Zenia, she... told me a ghost story."

"Really? What kind of story is that?" Andrew said with excitement in his tone, "Can you retell it for me?"

The little girl hummed lightly, and began to speak slowly: "Zenia said that there was a little girl who could see a black figure standing outside the window every day before going to bed. At first, the figure was very far away. She was scared, so she told her mother that there was a person outside my window, but her mother didn't believe it. As a result, that night, she found that the figure was suddenly much closer to her window. She was terrified and told her again. Mom, but her mother still doesn’t believe it..." She paused, as if recalling, "The figure was getting closer and closer to her window, until one day, the figure was so close that it was almost close to her window. It's on the window!"

"And then? Is that the end?" Andrew asked.

The little girl whispered: "No, it's not over, Zegna said, the figure reached out to her, so the little girl got up the courage to get off the bed, she opened the window, and held the man's hand."

"It's over?" Andrew asked.

"Yes!" said the little girl.

That's all for the recording.

Mary looked up at Andrew and said, "This story...and that painting by Zegna..."

"It fits perfectly!" Andri nodded and confirmed, "It can be understood that she expressed something in the way of stories and paintings, but neither her mother nor her good friend realized it."

"There is only that black figure in her painting, and in the story she tells that she holds the hand of that black figure, what does that represent?" Mary asked confused.

Andrew stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek, and said, "She took the initiative to hold the hand of the black shadow. If we can know what the black shadow represents, or who the black shadow is, everything will be solved."

Mary thought for a while, smiled wryly, and said, "That black shadow, isn't it someone from the bank?"

"No, I don't think so!" Andrew shook his head.

"Then who could it be?" Mary frowned at him. "What is the truth she wants to tell?"

"That shadow, perhaps, is the one who took away Julie and Zegna!" Andrew said.

Really?No, Mary wasn't sure. She looked at Andrew with a confused look on her face. Ever since she knew that the bank's clues had been cut off, she felt foggy about Julie's disappearance.

Andrew comforted her and said, "Do you remember that I said that Zegna disappeared at the scene, and I found shoe prints?"

Mary nodded.

"Combining the two, it can be determined that Zegna was kidnapped, and I can conclude that this is our case." Andrew said, with a very certain expression on his face.

Mary looked at him and said, "Are you sure? Andrew, you just said that Zegna was kidnapped, and Julie was also handed over to the banker by that woman, so this cannot be our case. "

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you, in addition to the shoe prints, I also found some wild animal hair." Andrew shrugged, "I sometimes have a bad memory, forgive me. Also, I probably forgot to talk to you. You said that the night Zegna disappeared happened to be a full moon."

Mary looked at Andrew speechlessly, so after a long time, he only revealed the important evidence now, right?She sighed deeply and rubbed her forehead. If it was related to monsters, then...Julie...

Andrew looked at her warily and said, "Hey, Mary, are you holding on?"

Mary gritted her teeth and smiled, and said, "Of course, it doesn't matter what Julie is now... In short, when you are born, you need to see people, and when you die, you need to see corpses!"

night, deeper.

Mary returned to the apartment, and after closing the door, she looked at the room that seemed to be cut off from the whole world, leaving only herself and the silence. After that, she put down her bag, walked to the bed and sat down, turned on the computer, meditated for a while, and began to type quickly on the keyboard. Lines of text appeared on the white document as she typed, and she typed for a long time. , looked at the full text on the screen, thought for a while, modified some of the rhetoric, and then continued to tap, all her thoughts were imported from her fingertips into the computer document, her thoughts became more and more clear, the speed of her fingers It was getting faster and faster, and in the end, only the clear and crisp keyboard sound was left, like the continuous rainwater in Seattle, crackling down.

An hour later, Mary typed the last letter. After reading her manuscript carefully, she took off her glasses, stood up and stretched. Steven in the cabin, maybe, he has captured Bucky and is already on his way to send Bucky to Wakanda.

Mary lowered her eyes and looked at the main title written by herself on the computer screen: "Clearing the Fog on Captain America and the Winter Soldier", and the subtitle: "Two Men You Don't Know".She smiled, it was the only thing she could do for Steven.

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The next day, focus on the newspaper.

Derek was pressing the scroll wheel of the mouse with one hand and staring at the computer screen intently with his chin resting on the other hand. Standing beside his desk was the silent Mary.

Mary watched Derek read her manuscript carefully, her hands beside her could not help clenching her fists, silently waiting for him to finish reading the manuscript.

Finally, Derek pulled the manuscript to the last page, tapped his finger on the mouse a few times, turned to look at Mary, and said indifferently: "This is what you prepared for so long before you took it out." manuscript?"

Mary nodded.

"You said that the Winter Soldier is dead. Is there any evidence?" He stared at Mary. "Do you know how much repercussions this news will cause if it is released?"

"'Captain America' told me himself." Mary said slowly, "although I have no proof."

"Delete the death of the Winter Soldier," Derek said.

Mary didn't respond, just watched him silently.

Derek raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why? Don't you want to?"

Mary smiled, shook her head and said, "Derek, I have something to say."

Derek looked at her unexpectedly and said nothing.

Mary licked her dry lips and said softly: "I have always been very grateful to you for giving me this job. When the media in New York rejected me, I am also very grateful for your patience in teaching me, How to do this job well. But," she said apologetically, looking at Derek, "I can't let go of all my insistence, and these insistences are never compatible with being a paparazzi, just like being an American The topic of Captain, the more I get to know Steven Rogers, the more I can't write about him and Bucky as an entertainment topic, because, from their well-known identities, they are American heroes!"

"American heroes, you mean the Winter Soldier too?" Derek's expression was inscrutable.

"Yes, at least he was our hero before he became the Winter Soldier." Mary smiled, "Personally, when you know what Steven Rogers is, you shouldn't be able to The twisted friendship between him and Bucky has become what entertainment wants, and I have no way to violate my conscience, nor my professional ethics, so, after you read the current article, you may think it is a bad manuscript."

Derek snickered, looked straight at Mary, and asked, "Tell me, since you can't violate your conscience and professional ethics, why did you write this manuscript? You can tell me, I'm sorry, Derry K, I can't write!"

Mary still had a smile on her face, and was not affected by his words at all. She stared at Derek peacefully and said, "Because, this is a task I promised myself, and this is what I have always promised to write some selected topics. It must be done."

Derek was silent, staring at Mary with a look of judgment in his eyes.

Mary sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Derek, but I may have let you down."

Derek leaned back in his chair, looked at her, and said, "It looks like you don't plan to stay any longer?"

Mary nodded slightly and said, "Yes!" After finishing speaking, she took out the sealed resignation letter from her pocket and put it on his desk, "I can't do the job of focusing, so..." She smiled, put down the resignation letter, and took a step back.

Derek looked at Mary's smiling face in silence, and looked down at the resignation letter on the table. After a long time, he reached out and picked up her resignation letter from the table, nodded and said, "Okay! I agree."

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, bowed seriously to Derek, and said, "Thank you, Derek." She turned and opened his office door, and walked away with ease.

Derek looked at the resignation letter in his hand, shook his head slightly, raised his eyes, opened the manuscript sent by Mary on the computer, thought for a while, moved the mouse lightly, and decisively completed the manuscript sent by her. Deleted, a faint look of regret unconsciously appeared on his face.