Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 68
"The kitchen is full of trash." Colt saw the trash can in the kitchen and yelled at his mother who was playing with a tablet in the living room, "I'll go out and throw it away."

"No, go tomorrow morning." Jenny quickly stood up and stopped him, "It's too late now, let's go tomorrow."

"Mom, being kidnapped once is already a very rare event. If I meet again, I think we can make a fortune. With this luck, buying a lottery ticket is definitely a sure money." Colt pulled the trash out of the bin , Put away the bag, "If you don't throw it away, you may attract bugs tomorrow."

"Okay..." Jenny was persuaded by him.

Looking at Colt who opened the door, she still nervously added, "Be careful."

"Actually, it happened, and it's useless to pay attention." Colt complained in his heart.

He carried the trash bag and walked slowly towards the trash can.

"The design of this trash can is very unreasonable. The design is so high, how can a normal person put garbage in it casually?" He complained in his heart, he threw the garbage bag up and threw it into the trash can.

Just as he was about to walk back, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

Colt was taken aback, but quickly settled down.

This is a man wearing a dark red uniform, with two short sticks hanging on his thighs, and two small devil-like horns on his helmet.

"Colt Carr." He said in a voice that could be suppressed and seemed very oppressive, "I want to talk to you."

"Okay, the professionals are here." Colt muttered.

"What professional?"

"Ah, I almost forgot you could hear me." Colt realized, "Are you here because of Sarah's disappearance?"

"About this, what do you know?" Daredevil didn't say much, and went straight to the point.

"I don't know anything," Colt replied. "You should know I'm telling the truth."

"Why lie?" Daredevil acquiesced to his previous answer, and then asked again, "Why didn't you tell the truth about your whereabouts? Who is the person who gave you perjury."

"Okay." Colt said, "You are not the only one who hides secrets. You can go to the Pasteur Building to check my whereabouts on the weekend. As for the perjury you said, it is Franklin."

"You're in the Pasteur Building?" Daredevil was stunned, he could tell it wasn't a lie, but it made him feel unbelievable.

"I'm doing an internship with Reed," Colt continued.

Daredevil fell silent, making a staring expression with his eyes.

"I know you can't see it." Colt replied, "So you don't have to. I also know who you are, and I'm not your enemy."

"Now I prefer you to be someone who can calmly lie in front of me." Daredevil said.

"Why did you get involved in this matter?" Colt looked at the other party seriously, "Is there anything abnormal?"

"You take care of yourself." Daredevil replied, "As long as it has nothing to do with you."

Then he took out the short stick, threw it, and used the rope attached to the short stick to drag himself into the air, "Someone is coming."

Just as Daredevil disappeared into the night, a cry came from not far away.

"Why did it take you so long to take out the trash?" Jenny walked over.

"The bag broke on the way, so I picked up the trash and threw it in." Colt replied.

"Okay, hurry home and wash up." Jenny muttered a few words.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore, I'm almost an adult." Colt was a little bit dumbfounded about his mother's behavior, although he could understand that it was a sequela after the kidnapping case.

……

"You seem to be preoccupied." Valeria looked at Colt who was absent-minded about lunch, "You still can't let go, do you?"

"Last night," Colt replied, "Daredevil came to me."

"Daredevil?" Valeria froze for a moment.

"Yeah," Colt replied. "The professional you spoke of got involved. He knew Franklin was lying, so he came to me and asked."

"It seems that you get along well?" Valeria swept Colt all over, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Why do you say that?"

"If you don't get along well, then you will probably be in the hospital with a broken bone or a concussion by now." Valeria replied, "Of course, you don't need to worry about your life."

The corner of Colt's mouth twitched: "I think he's not bad, how can he be as violent as you said?"

"That's because you are not his target." Valeria replied, "People like him who were born in hell will be more or less extreme."

Glancing at Colt, Valeria frowned: "You don't mean to go to him to understand the case, do you?"

Colt didn't answer, but looked down at the lunch as a tacit consent.

"Let me advise you again, any incident involving Hell's Kitchen will not have any good results. Even if you can catch the criminal, things will become ugly." Valeria's face was serious, "This is terrible. It's not the previous decryption game."

"I just..." Colt hesitated, "I just can't let it go, and I want to know what's going on."

"Curiosity and compassion." Valeria sighed, "I won't stop you from looking it up, but I can only tell you that you need to be prepared to see these things hidden in the shadows, things are not always It's so beautiful."

"I see." Colt replied.

"No, you don't know." Valeria shook her head helplessly. She tore off a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote down an address, "Go here to find him."

"Daredevil?" Although Colt could understand that superheroes probably have some connections, he still didn't expect that Valeria could easily give Daredevil's address.

"It's not Daredevil, it's Matthew Murdoch's office." Valeria said, "You go to him."

"Thank you." Colt sincerely thanked.

"I can't just watch you crash into hell and be torn apart, can I?" She gave Colt a blank look, and held the piece of paper in her hand, "You still have one more chance to repent."

Colt thought about it seriously, and stretched out his hand.

"Well, it seems that you can't change your mind." Valeria handed the paper to the other party, "Don't act alone."

"I'll take care of my own safety." Colt looked into the other's eyes and assured him.

……

After school.

Colt took a taxi to the address Valeria gave him.

It was still daytime, but he could still feel a chaotic atmosphere from the buildings, pedestrians and even the air.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed open the door of the office in front of him.

(End of this chapter)