The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 230 Have We Made Progress?
Ok……

I seem to be able to go down here?
He Nan poked his head slightly to look outside.

...and found that no one else seemed to be there.

Then, he gently pushed down on the grille, and found that it was indeed loose and could be opened.

Well...that's it.

Anyway, I'm crawling here and there just to find a safe place to go down.

Thinking of this, He Nan carefully removed the grille and jumped down.

The two of them were obviously unprepared for Ho Nan's visit, and before they could turn around and see his appearance, they were hit in the back of the head by a card shot from a magic pistol and passed out.

... I really want to know if I use the maximum force, will it cut the skull directly.

When He Nan thought of this, his hands suddenly felt a little itchy.

But he still didn't kill the two directly.

The main reason is to confirm that they have lost their resistance and no longer pose a threat.

If it was a shootout scene, he would be happy to turn the magic pistol to maximum power.

By the way, the card has to be recycled, so that no one can know that I am here.

He Nan feels that the identity has been well hidden so far, so it can be delayed as long as possible.

It's best not to let anyone know that they did it until I and Shirley escape from here.

...Will the car we parked near the entrance be found to belong to?
He Nan picked up the magic card and stuffed it into his pocket. Thinking of this, he sweated.

I hope not...

Otherwise it would be a waste of effort.

In order to hide his identity to the greatest extent, He Nan still did not summon the anesthesia watch, but instead summoned the magic pistol.

Then, before leaving, he did what every poor detective must do--search for loot.

Some people always say that being a detective is more or less a bit of hooliganism and kleptomania.

He Nan was uncomfortable with kleptomania, he never felt that he was a thief.

If you say you are a "break-in enthusiast", then he will still accept it.

He felt that if he had to use derogatory terms to describe it, the real correct words should be hooligans, torturers, and corpse searchers.

The so-called "rogue" means that in the process of obtaining clues, detectives often do things that mainstream moral concepts cannot agree with.

Such as cheating, cheating, coercion and temptation, and fighting at every turn...

As for torture...it's very simple, in order for someone to speak, you have to give him some color.

Breaking fingers is trivial.

He Nan even chopped off the criminal's hand just to get him to confess.

As for the search for the corpse, He Nan thought it was pure slander.

People who always want to fight basically have this habit.

Unless the family is particularly rich or has moral and cleanliness.

Or do they think that those mercenaries, grand thieves, more ordinary street superheroes, thugs... etc., where do they get their little extra money?

It's not about searching for corpses.

... Of course, also includes the fainted and subdued people.

It's normal to take something of your value.

It's kind of weird not to take it.

This is not the exclusive habit of detectives, why did detective An get involved.

Some people may have the impression that detectives like to beat people up, and then take away all the banknotes from him, and call it a case-solving.

In the name of solving the case, the reality of robbery.

Why are detectives often considered to have no morals?

When He Nan put the enemy's money in his pocket, he was deeply confused while thinking about this question.

Could it be that I am a moral person if I don’t take the money?

He feels that many people are standing on the moral high ground and accusing them of walking on the tip of the knife.

In exchange for them, most of them do the same thing, or even do it better.

These two people...can't just lie here.

He Nan looked around and finally decided to stuff them all into the box.

There is a large box nearby, and when opened, there are a lot of documents inside.

He Nan rummaged through it for a while and found nothing useful, so he threw them both in and closed the lid.

The air here should not suffocate you...

...Well, there should be air circulation.

fine!Anyway, God bless you.I am different, I follow the fate.

He Nan slightly raised his head and looked towards the window.

He saw at the end of the corridor, a room marked "Reception Room".

probably there...

I don't know if they have finished meeting...?
...Probably not.

Otherwise, these two people should have talked about the result of their talk just now...?
...Anyway, I'd better ask someone.

Just you!
He Nan saw a guard patrolling here with an electric baton.

So, He Nan crouched by the door, and waited for him to get close before attacking him.

The guards didn't notice anything unusual.

He walked past the door naturally, and didn't feel right until his mouth was covered suddenly.

He Nan held his head against his head with a gun, and pulled him into the room quietly.

"Keep quiet, understand?" He Nan communicated with him in a low voice.

The other party did not say a word and nodded.

"Very good, but don't pretend to be dumb when I ask you questions." He Nan closed the door, pulled him further away from the door, and asked in a low voice, "The Hoods are talking to Johnny, are you?" ?"

"Yes." He said calmly.

"Very good, just answer me like this—we're making good progress, right?" He Nan said with a smile: "Okay, the next question—what are they talking about? When will it end?"

"I don't know either?" The guard remained calm.

"Hmm, yes." He Nan smiled: "Okay, next question - have you heard that a very special drug has been ordered recently?"

"Too many special drugs."

"The one I'm talking about is very special. It's called Rhino Potion." He Nan patted his head with the muzzle of the gun, and pressed it on the guard's temple: "Okay, think about it for me again... Is there any?"

"No, no, I haven't heard." His tone was a little panicked: "Who are you? How did you come here? You, are you here to find medicine? Then you shouldn't come here, they are on the first floor -"

"—Oh. That batch of medicine is very special, I don't think it will be stored in the warehouse." He Nan asked in a low voice: "Can you enter the third basement floor?"

"No, I can not."

"How can I get in? What are the conditions?"

"The condition is to be recognized by the smiling shark! Every entrance to the third basement floor is guarded. If you are a stranger, you will definitely be stopped, and then they will specifically confirm whether the smiling shark will let you go..."

"Is that so." He Nan pondered for a while, and then asked: "Okay, let me ask you another question... Searchlight came here a few days ago, didn't he? What did he come for?"

"Searchlight... Ah, yes!" He said hastily: "He, he was here to purchase raw materials... It is said that he also saw the smiling shark! The little-known little character who came for the first time was received by the smiling shark , At that time we felt that he was not simple..."

(End of this chapter)