Chapter 1107

A week ago

A black bald head slowly walked into the night. This is Louisiana, Arkansas in the north, Texas in the west, Mississippi in the East and the Gulf of Mexico in the south. But the bald one eyed dragon didn't walk on the streets of New Orleans, but a typical southern town in the delta.

He took a map and looked down, but the hand-painted map was completely drawn out of subjective cognition. The people who drew the map had no training in drawing the map, so even the elite agents such as black marinated eggs could not see where it was marked.

But the damn bastard who asked him only gave him this map.

The black stewed egg had to stop a man on the road, who was also a typical southern red neck old man. He asked, "Hey, brother... Do you know where the old Ben devrieux house is? Someone asked me to wait for him there!"

The old man glanced at him coldly. His eyes were full of disgust and shouted to him, "get away... Nigger!"

"Hey, I didn't offend you. It's the United States now. It's not in the Confederacy. You'd better show me some respect," said Nick Frey. The old red neck had a gloomy face and an indescribable gloom. He said, "now the United States protects you... If there was no place for you demons in that era, even as early as 60 years, we would burn you and your nest to ashes under the leadership of the priest, wearing pointed hats!"

The old man was on crutches, and his mind was a little unconscious. He trembled with excitement and shouted, "burn you to ashes, get away, devil!" he read the chapters of the Bible vaguely in his mouth, took out the silver cross on his chest and pointed it at Nick Frey.

He also tried to drive him away, waving crutches and staggering after him.

In the face of this confused old man, Rao is the king of agents. Nick jumped up with his head and ran into an alley without street lights under the old man's abuse. He complained while running: "Damn it!" Nick was very angry and scolded in slang with a black accent: "damn old bastard... I'm much older than you! I can be your father!"

"Shit... Shit. He almost ruined my favorite old suit, which was made by a tailor in 1942!"

Nick shook some muddy trouser legs. He looked up and saw a gloomy and old house in front of him. He took out the map and saw a graffiti silhouette on the target site. The silhouette was very similar to the side of the house when it was dark. The ancient house was located in the most remote place of the town. If Nick hadn't been in a panic, After running for a long time without lights, the dirt path between trees and weeds can never find it.

It was right here, like magic, attracting Nick's full attention.

The ancient house was surrounded by dark gray fences and high walls. Nick turned to its entrance and saw that the gate of the yard was rusty and unlocked. He pushed open the gate and the rusty shaft without oil made a huge squeak.

Nick had to praise, "well, it's more useful than any damn modern anti-theft measures."

Although Nick had a way to sneak in without anyone noticing, the identity of the person who invited him made him throw away the meaningless idea and open the door.

It was quiet in the ancient house, and suddenly someone was moving with difficulty. Soon, a woman with a little Tuo on her back and looking a little old opened the old wooden door and asked, "who?"

Nick greeted politely and said, "someone asked me to come here... He's a damn young Asian. He may call himself an insurance investigator!"

The woman stared at him for a long time until Nick felt something strange on her face. She said hoarsely, "there's such a man. Come in!"

Any normal person will feel that the woman's eyes are really a little too gloomy.

The environment of the ancient house is also difficult to think of anything beautiful. This old building has nothing to do with classicality and elegance. Only rotten mold, rotten wood and worn-out furniture make this big house full of stale breath.

The woman's age was a little fuzzy. She was wearing twilight and had a hunchback. When she took Nick Fury in, Nick saw that her hands had begun to grow wrinkles and senile spots. But her hair root is still black, and although her face is poorly maintained, it has no old characteristics.

According to Nick's profile of her - old and young, even a bit like himself.

Nick was really interested. The woman took him up the stairs with a lantern. There was a light in the study. There was a voice of Chen ang talking to people: "Mrs. Ellis's aunt left her an insurance amount of about $280000, which is not a small amount. However, we found that there were some problems with her file."

"Since she married you... She seems a little... Isolated!"

"Her friend, the lead singer of the rock band and her ex boyfriend claimed that you were controlling and manipulating her and mentally detaining her. This statement has a market in Mrs. Ellis's young social circle. People say that she was hired by Mrs. violet to take care of her husband-in-law when she was young, and you are a lawyer trusted by Mrs. violet."

"Finally, thanks to your care, violet entrusted the personal safety of the mansion and their couple to you before the stroke, and you got married immediately after this. It's hard not to arouse people's inappropriate conjecture - for example, you jointly controlled the violet couple and occupied their inheritance?"

"Investigator Constantine!" laughed another bright, low voice, "you're so good at guessing!"

"In fact, people did have these doubts in the early days. You know I was professional in law. They couldn't find a handle to overturn all this from the gift behavior. They told the judge that Caroline and I had a special interest relationship with the two old people. We can reasonably control them together."

"I told the judge that there was no dirty exchange of interests in our union. All this was out of the magic of love! That's how we knew each other, but the judge seemed to have doubts. She ruled that we should accept the supervised inheritance of property and assume the obligation to take care of our two generous employers."

"At that time, people in the town said that they would be killed by us soon!"

"But they lived ten years!" Chen ang said politely.

"Hahaha! Yes... We took good care of them like our parents for ten years. In the first three years, there was still a market for such malicious slander, but with the passage of time, all these ups and downs dissipated! People still believe in US and the goodness of human nature!"

Nick listened at the door. When he pushed the door in, he saw Chen ang and a white middle-aged man sitting in two big chairs next to the fireplace and talking against the fire. They heard Nick coming in and turned to look at the door. Chen ang smiled and stood up to greet him. He shook hands with Nick Frey and said with a smile, "Nick! You're here at last!"

He introduced to the two homeowners: "Nick Frey, a federal legal officer, is also responsible for enforcing the court's estate judgment. We will cooperate in handling the transfer of the estate... And tax payment!"

Nick opened his mouth and complained, "Oh, inspector Constantine, did you mention the tax department to get me kicked out of here with a broom?"

He turned to the middle-aged Bai humanitarian, who may be a retired lawyer: "I'm just a bailiff and don't collect taxes! I'm here to give you money. Please don't drive me out!"

Everyone laughed together, and the atmosphere was happy. Even in the United States, the best way to distance is to complain about the tax department together. Everyone expressed some dissatisfaction with the IRS, and the distance between them was greatly pulled in.

The hostess, or Mrs. Matthew, Caroline Ellis Matthew, was still standing gloomily by.

She was in the shadow, hunched even more. His husband Luke Matthew seemed to be a little bored, with a trace of scolding: "go and make a pot of coffee for the guests!"

The woman staggered away. Before leaving, her face shook in the shadow, some creepy and ferocious. However, Chen ang and Nick saw it, but they were just indifferent and even wanted to laugh. Nick thought so. Leaning against the fireplace, he really laughed.

At first, he just covered his mouth and smiled. Later, he couldn't help laughing.

Pointing to Chen ang, he almost laughed and asked, "what do you mean by sending me this thing?" he took out his map and asked, "do you expect me to rely on this thing to find here?" Luke seemed a little uneasy when he saw their reaction. He twisted his body and expressed his inner irritability.

Chen ang looked at the map and said, "it's this thing that I came to the door... We found this map in Mrs. Caroline's aunt's relics. This is the address of the only relative left by the old man. Mrs. Caroline attached it to her in a letter."

Nick stopped laughing, looked at the graffiti carefully and said, "it's so cute!"

"Especially the graffiti silhouette of this house."

Mr. Luke took Nick's words unnaturally and said, "thank you. My wife left it when she was young! At that time, she was still a naughty girl."

Nick suddenly said, "can you ask your wife to draw me another silhouette... I want to collect it, so that when I tell people about this' adventure 'in the future, I can show them this map and let them find the route above..."

Chen ang grabbed the map and said: "Don't even think about it! I want to keep this map by myself... You know, I like collecting all kinds of souvenirs of every case I handle. I once collected a hockey mask a few years ago. One of my beneficiaries gave it to me. He had to wear the mask his mother gave him every day to sleep. But he gave it to me. It was the best gift I received It's over! "

"That hockey mask!" Nick burst into laughter. "So there's another story... What about the iron man mask in your office? It's also given to you by Tony Stark? And the old video tape? The voodoo doll on the bookshelf? The glasses left by the crazy Sam's grandfather bought online at a high price?"

"God! Sam's grandfather is really just a shoemaker. He has never been to the south pole... Nor the North Pole!"

Chen ang said calmly, "that's true!"

"What?" Nick smiled and made a black question mark with an exaggerated expression. Jpg

"My glasses are real captain Witwicky's..." Chen ang said plainly.

The expression on Nick's face was stagnant. He changed into a serious face and stared at Chen ang. When the atmosphere between the two was getting more and more tense, the hunchback woman came in silently with a pot of coffee. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere in the room. The coffee pot just shook.

At this time, Nick gradually showed a ghost animal smile on his face, then grinned, showed his white teeth, pounded the table and smiled wildly.

"Constantine... You always have a sense of humor. Cold humor like a damn Englishman!"

The coffee on the table almost splashed out, but Nick ignored it. Instead, he turned to the hostess and asked, "madam, this is the map you drew when you were young. To be honest, it's not easy for me!" Nick flashed in his mind - when the map sent by Chen ang arrived at the Divine Shield Bureau, the agents were facing great enemies and a variety of inspection items.

"Can you draw me another one... I want to keep a memorial!" Nick said frankly.

The hostess was at a loss. She subconsciously clenched the lace of the apron and pulled the apron uneasily.

Mr. Luke said to her without salt and water, "Honey... There's nothing to draw?"

Nick pretended to be surprised and said, "am I offending?"

The hostess was very difficult and said, "no... no!" she picked up her pen and drew graffiti on the white paper next to her, but it couldn't be painted well. In the end, it was a mess. Chen ang came out and stopped and said, "OK! Don't draw... Give you the map!"

Nick opened his eyes and asked, "what are you commemorating? Investigator Constantine?"

"Since you want it so much, why should I win people's love?" Chen ang said: "souvenirs can be anything. I just accept worthless gifts from some beneficiaries. No matter whether those things have other meaning or not, they are already very meaningful to me. My career has given them extraordinary meaning!"

The host Luke relaxed and said with a smile, "as long as you want, we can give you anything here - as a gift!"

Chen ang looked around and didn't seem to see anything of interest.

Until he found a strange key put down by the hostess in the coffee pot, he picked up the key on the table, shook it in front of them and said, "how about this master key?"