[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

The news of the assassination of the senior general was classified, and his coma did not appear in public, so there was no relevant news in the newspaper.Even when the first incident of its kind occurred, the possibility of disease had not been ruled out in the preliminary investigation direction, and the information was suppressed only because of the special identity of the victim.

And it wasn't until three similar incidents happened one after another that it reminded people that there was the same modus operandi behind them, and the possible same culprit.

At present, all three victims are sent to the encrypted ward, which can only be accessed through heavy security guards.With Gladys' current suspicious identity, she cannot go to the scene to investigate.

Agent Carter bought her a chance, though.Theoretically, among the people who want to enter the ward, currently only General Phillips' position is enough to directly step there. Even Agent Carter can only enter the ward as his entourage, and cannot visit directly while waiting outside.

So it was naturally not Gladys who existed as a "person" who entered the ward.

A white-bellied fluffy bird followed them all the way to the ward, and its good vision at high altitude helped it track their direction.The houses here are low and the terrain is empty. After flying around a few corners, Agent Carter made a concealed gesture, announcing that the destination had been reached.

Gladys manipulated the little bird, flapping its wings and flying into the ward.The bird's vision is very developed, following the trail of General Phillips and flying a few times around the nearby ward, she quickly found a face that matched the photo on the document she had seen before.

She, or rather it, fell gently on the windowsill, drawing no one's attention.The guards inside and outside the house are very tightly guarded and are patrolling responsibly, but no one will care about an ordinary little bird.

The chubby little bird seemed to be resting, and full of curiosity about humans, it folded its wings fearlessly and jumped from one end of the window sill to the other.Its head poked slightly into the room, and a snow-white bed was reflected in its eyes.

A middle-aged man with brown hair was lying on the hospital bed, sleeping peacefully.From time to time, doctors or nurses would come in, check his physical signs, change medicines, and point out with reports.

The green curtains were pulled up, letting in the bright sunlight from outside into the house.

The little bird had already walked back and forth on the window sill a few times, looking restless.After a while, when there were no guests in the room for a while, it stopped.

The window was opened slightly for ventilation.It was also petite, and when no one was paying attention, it slipped into the ward smoothly through the opening, and flew onto the small table next to the bed.

The man's complexion was as usual, and he looked only slightly weaker than ordinary people.He is tall and thin, and he is relatively healthy for his current age. Unlike most of his colleagues, he has some common problems in body management that middle-aged men have.In his brown hair, there are a few white hairs mixed in, which makes him a bit vicissitudes. Fortunately, his genes should be good, so the hair on the top of his head can be considered thick.

For a staffer who was always ready to serve his superiors, the wrinkles on his face are a good record of the glorious moments of his career.Even though he is asleep, you can still see the familiar look in his face, the look that is common to very sophisticated politicians.

He is the first victim of this series of mysteries.

As far as his identity is concerned, his position is not that important, at least, he is the most inconspicuous of the three victims.

According to his wife's testimony, that night, he came back drunk, but not so completely drunk, and was supported by her back to the bedroom to rest.The maid at home made him hangover soup, and after drinking it for him, they fell asleep.

The next day, when his wife got up, she couldn't wait for her husband to get up for breakfast, so she wondered if the drunken state of the previous day had not been lifted.In order not to delay her husband's work, she went upstairs to wake him up.As a result, she couldn't wake him up no matter what. He seemed to have swallowed enough sleeping pills, and he didn't respond at all, and continued to sleep peacefully.

Now, since these three cases have been sorted together, the specific investigation content has been retrieved, and the military will take over, verify and compare the information one by one, and launch a joint investigation that will not be fruitful. .

The original information has been roughly sorted out and given to Gladys, letting her know the general situation.Now, she's following her instincts to see for herself whether the details behind this are what she thinks they are.

The first victim, as reported on the document, is alive and asleep, with no signs of awakening so far.

She didn't go to the second, the third.Because at this moment, she has confirmed her conjecture.

Different from the vision of ordinary people, Gladys saw what others couldn't see: the things that came from the same source as "Snow White" left its traces.

Its eyes reflected the man well, but there was a layer of red phantom in the white.Gladys saw the red shimmer covering the man's body, like the inferior and blunt trial work of a junior PS apprentice, abrupt and unnatural.

If you look closely, there are faint traces of white in the red, which makes the original single and conspicuous color a bit dirty.

It's 【Poisoned Apple】that's right.

Gladys went over it from start to finish and confirmed that this was the target she was after.

This can explain why these three people fell asleep as if they were cursed, even though there was no toxic reaction.

How did they come into contact with [Poison Apple], and how did they get poisoned by it?

These nascent questions linger in her mind, pushing the headless investigation in a looming direction.

Gladys manipulated the bird, jumped back onto the ledge, and flew out through the open window.

It flew into the sky, found Agent Carter who was still waiting, landed on a nearby tree branch, and called out "tweeting", attracting her attention.The little bird circled around her deliberately, and then flew away.

"Looks like it paid off."

Agent Carter recognized that it was a bird under the control of "Snow White", and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning to the base, Gladys did not hesitate to inform those within authority of her discovery.And they won the opportunity for her to participate in the investigation, and joined the new investigation team as a special commissioner.

Ignoring the strange gazes of other people in the team, Gladys in uniform parachuted into the team with the appearance of a young girl.

She first scanned the building carefully with her eyes, but did not find any similar red marks.After interrogating the maid and the wife of the staff member, Gladys, who was on the sidelines, did not find the clues she wanted.

The investigation continued, and the most suspicious bar ushered in a group of special guests.There, Gladys found a residual red glow from a wine glass and brought it back for testing.At the same time, the other people who drank with the staff that night and the guys in the bar also ushered in a more rigorous investigation.

"How, did you find anything?" Gladys stood beside Stark.

At this time, Stark was wearing a researcher's white coat, washing off the strange breath on his body, and it really looked like that-although he was indeed a great scientist and inventor.The wine glass that was brought back was handed over to him somehow, saying that it was to be identified in a more comprehensive way.

"Strange, very strange." Stark frowned at a thick stack of reports.

Gladys tiptoed a little, glanced up, then gave up.

Oh, it's the data she can't understand.

"What's weird?" she asked directly.

"There is nothing, but there is something there." Stark's answer is incomprehensible.

Gladys looked at the glass, the red mark on it was very small.It is estimated that this trace will disappear completely in the near future.

"There is indeed nothing on it, but strange energy reactions that cannot be analyzed can be measured through the instrument..." Stark began to talk to himself.

"There are no traces of wings left in the sky, but I have flown."

Somehow, Gladys suddenly remembered this line of poetry.Although it is not appropriate to use it here, it is indeed quite appropriate in the literal sense.

[Poisonous Apple] Although it is highly toxic, as a substance from another world, after entering this world, it sublimates into a conceptual existence, and of course it cannot be detected by scientific means.

Therefore, in the inspection and investigation of the three victims, there will never be any toxic substances that can be detected.

Looking at it this way, is what they are doing now still useless?

Gladys did not intervene too much in this regard, and the follow-up investigation results came out quickly.After rigorous cross-examination, they uncovered a Nazi spy.The other party shouted "Long live the Hydra", and committed suicide by taking poison.

"At least we have found our way." Gladys comforted everyone in a gloomy atmosphere.

"Now I can be sure that Hydra got the [Poisoned Apple], or they must have handled related items."

"So, what exactly is [Poison Apple]? Can its poison be unraveled?" This is the question that everyone is most concerned about at present.

But Gladys could not give a definite reply.Because, as "Snow White", she does not really understand the specific effects and specific properties of the items made by the "Queen".With her current status, she can only tell her experience as a "victim", that is——

"Very poisonous, will die."

Gladys lowered his head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I only had this experience, but because of luck that time, I just passed out in a coma."

"I can only guess that the poison taken by these victims is not the body of [Poisoned Apple], but a refined substance."

"Although it is not ruled out that [Poison Apple] lost its lethal effect due to the legend I created, I think that its body must still be preserved somewhere, and the poison has been diluted, or the way of indirect contact has allowed its The effect is variable."

"You can use my judgment as a reference."

Everyone looked at each other and reached a consensus.What else could they say?The original "victim" has said so, so just follow this line first.

"Then, I will pay more attention to this." Said Captain America, who was about to go to the front again.

It's time to go to the enemy camp to find out.