[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, just right.It won't be so light that people can't hear it clearly, and it won't be so important that it loses etiquette.

Soapy didn't bother to ask who it was, he was a little hungry anyway, so if he was a villain, he had the right to treat it as an extra meal.

She opened the door expressionlessly, only to see two people standing in front of it.The taller one had curly black hair and a bandage on his forehead with blood oozing from the bandage.Soapy sniffed it secretly. It smelled sweet.The shorter one smiled slightly and looked easy to talk to.

"Is there a problem?"

Soapy washed the two surviving cups and poured tea, which they passed to two men named Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

"I'm really sorry that Mr. Holmes was injured by a falling lamp, but I am also a victim. A hammer just fell suddenly." Soapy pointed to the skylight above his head that was newly smashed by the hammer. "Look, you can see the stars in the night sky."

The landlady downstairs was awakened by the loud noise, stood on the ground floor and asked loudly towards the second floor: "Oh~ Sherlock, what did you do again? I thought there was an earthquake."

"Mrs. Hudson, as a housekeeper, don't you think you are too much in charge?" Sherlock also replied loudly.

"I'm not your housekeeper!!!" The landlady strongly objected.

Soapy heard the sound of the ground floor door closing.

Watson smiled apologetically at Soapy, and explained: "We were worried that something happened to you, so we took the liberty to visit late at night. Since you are fine, I will find someone to fix the house for you tomorrow."

"It's very kind of you," said Soapy gratefully. "It's just such a huge repair cost, it's really costing you."

Watson was stunned, and Sherlock covered his head and said, "Of course you will pay for the expenses, as well as the medical expenses for my injury, and the repair expenses for the second floor. I am the owner of the house, but I will leave it to Mrs. Hudson for the time being." She will hand over the bill to you on my behalf, good night, Ms. Su."

"Good night!" Subi stood among the ruins and watched the two leave.When Watson was about to bring him to the door, Soapy suddenly called Sherlock: "Mr. Holmes, may I ask you to try not to play the violin late at night?"

Sherlock, who had already gone out, looked back at Soapy, nodded slightly, and went downstairs proudly.

Subby, who is obsessive-compulsive, can't stand the mess of the house. She can't fix the roof for the time being, but the living room still needs to be cleaned up.After moving the gravel and wood chips, cleaning up the dust, taking pictures of the smashed things and throwing them away (you have to pay money), and returning the undamaged things to their original places...

After working for a long time, I finally managed to read it.

There was only one left—that broken hammer that was deeply embedded in the floor, and Soapy tried to pull it out several times, but it still didn't budge.

Rolling up the sleeves, firmly planting one foot on the floor, holding the handle of the hammer with both hands——

one two three! ! !

F**k!

one two three! ! !

I go!

one two three! ! ! ! ! !

The hammer didn't move, but another wave of debris fell from the loosened floor.

Sherlock, who was sitting on the sofa and looking at the case file, asked Watson, "John, what do you think?"

Watson was wiping the floor with a rag, raised his head and asked, "What?"

"The sound of the piano." Sherlock glanced at Watson.

"Uh... Sometimes, occasionally, I feel noisy!"

A burst of scum powder fell on the cracked ceiling. Sherlock closed his eyes and shook his head. The kraft paper file bag was covered with a layer of dust. Sherlock took off the sawdust hanging from his eyelashes and shouted at the ceiling: "Ms. Su !"

Soapy had to give up.

***

In order to replenish his strength, Subi went out to look for food, put his hands in the pockets of the black sweater, and walked to the hospital.It took a long time to pull out the broken hammer, and I only drank a little blood of the murderer during the day. At that time, I saw that the man looked good, so I was not willing to let go of the drink for a while.Go to the hospital tonight to have a full drink, and bring some more blood bags home to stockpile. Tomorrow, I will start trying my best to find out about my parents.

After walking two blocks, Soapy stopped and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it! Why are there so many things!"

Somewhere nearby, there is a strong smell of blood, and the sound of slapping can only be made in extreme pain.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business, it's none of my business!" Subi repeated these four words to himself and continued walking, and stopped after walking about ten meters.Is this TM the legend that with great power comes great responsibility?

"It's unreasonable for me not to be on the list of the top ten people who touched New York." Soapy complained, buttoning the hood of the sweater on his head.

The sky began to rain finely.

The more you walk in the direction of the previous judgment, the more stimulated your sense of smell and hearing will be, and the scene is much more tragic than the murderer's house during the day.Judging from Su Pi's limited experience, there was definitely more than one person who smelled blood.

Could it be that the serial killer who has successfully committed crimes twice did it again?

Soapy's expression froze for a moment.According to the reports she had seen before, this serial murderer is not only good at making all kinds of exquisite mechanisms to harm victims, he will even design some "little surprises" at the scene of the crime for rescuers or police officers who come to investigate the case .

All kinds of hidden weapon traps have caused the New York police to lose dozens of elite police forces. The bad influence is so great, and the relevant personnel are so afraid of the murderer that the person in charge of the case has already forced a report to seek help from his superiors.

Walking through a dark alley, Soapy stopped at an iron gate leading to the basement.The gunshots are no longer heard, but there is still a weak heartbeat, and it is believed that the victim is just unconscious.

The iron door was not locked, not even the latch.

It's crazy enough.

Soapy sneered. As a foreigner, she still has compassion for human beings. Looking at the same kind of human beings, it seems that she can't appear powerful without killing people.What is the rate of homicides in New York?In less than a day, I have already met two.Let's just do it again and make a hat-trick.

Soapy kicked the door open, vigilantly inspected everything around him, and became nervous involuntarily.Although he knew that such cowardice was useless, Subi was really afraid that a hidden weapon would appear suddenly, and even if he couldn't die, it would still hurt for a long time.In the worst case, if the hidden weapon is made of wood, and if it hits the heart just right, her life will be over.

I am so surprised.I don't want to save it!

Soapy turned smartly, intending to hand over this dangerous and noble rescue mission to the experienced New York police.

No way... When the police arrive, the day lily will be cold, so save me.And she can heal by herself anyway, which is harder than ordinary humans in NYPD.

Soapy struggled and turned around again, and walked a few more steps toward the dark corridor.

No no no.Or call the police!Believe in the ability and efficiency of the police.

Soapy immediately saw the efficiency of the New York police. Before she had time to call the police, as soon as she walked to the iron gate, dozens of New York police officers with live ammunition raised their guns, loaded them, and pointed them at her in unison.

Uncle policeman, you must listen to my explanation...

In this situation, don't try to explain it clearly, let's run away quickly!Soapy rolled his eyes around, looked at the nearby obstacles that could cover him, went through the escape route in his mind, and then flew into the air——

"what!"

Just one meter away from the ground, it was hit by a large iron piece flying over, and it landed on the ground with a slap.

"My old waist!" Su Bi didn't care about his painful waist, and stood up firmly, intending to run away again.

One in a vintage bodysuit with at least a D on the chest?Oh no.At least F (what does F's breasts look like? The pure baby Subi said that she has never seen it~), a man with a tall stature blocked her way.The man is wearing a mask with a big "A" written on it in a high-profile manner.

cut!Afraid that others will not know that you are the Ace of your police force?Can't you be more humble?

"What are you running for?" The masked man holding a round shield looked down at Subi, and the awe-inspiring atmosphere of justice made Subi lose his momentum in an instant.

Soapy pointed to the policemen with guns around him: "Who told them to point their guns at me..." He muttered in a very pitiful tone.

"A homicide happened here. No matter why you appear here, please go to the bureau to cooperate with the investigation." The masked man was talking, when he suddenly pulled Soapy into his arms, and stretched out the round shield in his hand. .

A bullet hit the shield and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Yes...I'm sorry..." A policeman dropped his gun and said tremblingly, "It accidentally went off."

Soapy looked sideways at the man's solid chest against his face, and before he had time to enjoy this beautiful body, he was pushed away by the masked man and handed over to other policemen.

"Everyone, be careful, don't make any more mistakes. Take this person back to your bureau for interrogation first, and I'll go in to see what's going on inside." The masked man walked into the door alone, then turned around and warned: "She has some skills, so be careful."

***

"What did that man say?" Steve Rogers asked the police officers observing outside the interrogation room, changing from his combat uniform to an ordinary gray T-shirt.

"It is said that he passed by and heard some movement, and went in out of curiosity."

"Have you checked the sound wave with the audio left by the jigsaw?"

"That's right. Judging by the sound, it's definitely not."

"Even if it is not Jigsaw himself, it may be a relevant person involved in the case. There are not so many coincidences."

"It's just... Captain, this person is a Chinese resident, and the embassy must be notified of the detention."

"No need to detain. The people invited by the bureau will come over immediately, and you tell this lady that she is invited as a witness, record a statement, and send her home after the recording." Steve Rogers sighed: "Send it to the hospital The victim lost too much blood and could not be saved, and this time four more died, and the jigsaw must be caught as soon as possible."

"Yes. Captain."

***

Carl Letterman hurried into the police hall. He was small, with a slightly hunched back, and his brows were tightly frowned: "The analysis results obtained by going to the company are more accurate and effective, and the naked eye will miss a lot of things."

Gillian Foster rushed to the police station late at night, still well-dressed, with a slim gray-blue professional suit, and dark blue high-heeled shoes making a crisp sound on the ground. She comforted Dr. Letterman and said: "Carl, this time it's a serial incident." In the homicide case, the only witness brought back was Chinese nationality, and the police station could not detain them, so there was no time to bring people to the company.”

"That's her?" Carl Letterman standing next to Captain America looked extremely petite. While greeting Captain America, he observed every move of the woman who was alone in the interrogation room. "I'm a huge fan of yours."

"Thank you!" Steve Rogers extended his hand politely: "Dr. Letterman, time is limited."

Dr. Letterman opened the door and sat across from the witness, taking a look at the handcuffs on her hands.

"Are you wondering why I was handcuffed?" Soapy said with a helpless smile, "They are afraid that I will resist."

"So you resisted?"

Soapy put his hands lazily on the cold table, leaned on the back of the chair, looked carefully at the visitor with interest, and asked with an evil smile: "Are you afraid?"

Dr. Letterman was indeed terrified.But it's not the fear of getting hurt, but the attitude of this woman from the East.

That kind of pride and self-confidence with a little disdain, and politeness and kindness with a little pity.This woman felt above all else, and all sociopaths despise everything in their bones.Even if the two behave completely differently, the latter is more fearful and offensive, and the former usually leaves a good impression.In fact, essentially, there is no difference.

These two types of people do not have the slightest sense of identity with the same kind, and both think that they are superior to the same kind.

The author has something to say: Uncle Ba: Yo, why did you come in too?

Soapy:? ? ?