The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 40

Hey……

Shirley ignored me.

He Nan sighed helplessly after making another call and finding that he was rejected.

Call her again after a while, she shouldn't be angry with me.

"What, are you angry with your girlfriend?" The prostitute who had been courting him just now giggled and looked at him.

The same is true for the street girls standing next to her.However, there doesn't seem to be much pleasure in the smile that comes from seeing people deflated.

"No." He Nan was a little annoyed: "I'm here to find someone... There is a person named Lisa, are you familiar with it? You are also traveling with me."

"Ah ~ Lisa...she hasn't come for several days." The street girl lit a cigarette, squinted her eyes and took a puff: "You are so handsome, little brother...how about we come and play ? And I'll tell you where Lisa lives... for free."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." He Nan was indeed a little moved by her beauty, but when he thought of Shirley, he lost interest: "Why don't I give you a tip? Then you tell me."

"Hmm... What a boring man. Being so honest is a waste of your face." She glanced at the 20 dollar bill that He Nan took out, and clicked: "Put it away, young man... I'll just I'll tell you straight away."

"Thank you." Keeping the address she said in his heart, He Nan thanked her, and then hurriedly left on his skateboard.

I could hear the girls laughing from behind.

It seemed to be saying that it was really strange for her to be rejected or something.

Hey……

...It's this kind of situation that I'm the worst at dealing with.

He Nan thought to himself.

For me, guys who need a beating to talk are much easier to communicate with.

Lisa lives in a tenement.

It looks brand new.Definitely not long after it was built.

New York's infrastructure was regularly damaged by fighting.

So infrastructure projects have always been very lucrative.

There are construction sites everywhere—the road outside this apartment building, too.

It was badly splintered and charred.

Appears to have been burned.

"How did this road become so ruined?" A worker who just came here for construction asked his companion.

"It seems that there was a fight here a few days ago." The other party replied: "Damn...increasing our workload...! Fortunately, the apartment over there was not blown up. It happened last month It's just been built."

A person with super powers...

He Nan glanced at the deep cracks on the road, and muttered in his heart.

Who could it be?

"Lisa?" He Nan came to Lisa's room according to the address, cleared his throat, and knocked on the door: "Hi, I have something to ask you! Do you mind opening the door?"

No sound.

"Miss Lisa? I have something important to tell you!" He Nan knocked on the door again: "Please let me in, okay?"

Still no sound.

……

No way.

He Nan started to panic a little.

Ah this...

Such a familiar situation!
It was the same when I knocked on the Sin Eater's door last time...

Is there someone dead inside...?
He gasped as he remembered the prostitutes saying Lisa hadn't been at work for days.

I didn't kill her, did I...?
No, no, no!

... No, it shouldn't be!
My death aura just makes it easier for me to encounter cases...!
He Nan hurriedly knocked on the door again, hoping that Lisa would respond this time.

But still nothing happened.

In desperation, he had no choice but to look around to confirm that there was no one around, then took out his tool and began to pick the lock.

Fortunately, the internal structure of this lock is not complicated.

After a few simple operations, He Nan heard the sound of the marbles popping out from inside, then he unscrewed the handle and quickly entered the room.

...the stench of corpses, and the smell of blood.

He Nan immediately smelled these two ominous smells.

They represent death.

If the corpse smell is stronger and the room is not well sealed, then this terrible smell can be smelled outside.

He Nan closed the door vigilantly, pulled out his pistol and flashlight, and went deep into the dark room.

Although he didn't think anyone else could have such a strong taste to hide in such a smelly house, he still didn't go straight to where the corpse was.

He carefully and quickly inspected every room he passed, and finally approached the murder scene step by step: the bedroom.

To be precise, it was the bed.

Oh my God……

He Nan held his nose, looking at everything in front of him, feeling nauseous.

On the bed, there were a man and a woman, and two naked corpses.

The woman was leaning against the head of the bed, with the quilt discolored by blood and corpse fluid still drooping on her body.

The quilt on the chest was pierced by a sharp knife, and maggots were faintly wriggling in the hole.

It seemed that she grabbed the quilt in fear, shrank by the head of the bed, and was stabbed while sitting there.

And the man had two wounds on his body.

They are the abdomen that was cut horizontally, and the neck that was broken.

His head is gone.

It could be somewhere in the house, or it could have been taken by the murderer.

The man apparently tried to defeat the killer or escape, but put up little resistance anyway.The dagger dripping blood on the ground is the evidence.

...Of course, it seemed to be his blood.The dagger blade itself did not scratch the trace of blood staining the wound.

The male corpse was lying on the side of the bed with half of his body drooping.The head is facing inward.

It seems that he was first cut open in the abdomen, and then lay on the bed in pain, trying to crawl to the prostitute for help.But he was soon beheaded.

... so miserable.

He Nan gritted his teeth.

Looks like someone is looking for revenge.

Moreover, it was mainly for this man who came here to prostitute.

The prostitute is most likely innocent and was silenced - she has seen the murderer, so it is normal not to let her go.

Possibly a vendetta.

But the high probability is to buy murder to kill.

If his head cannot be found in the house, the latter is more likely.

In order to ensure that the target is dead or wants to vent their anger on his head, some employers will ask the killer to lift the head instead of taking pictures as evidence.

After all, photos can be faked.You thought the man above was dead, but in fact he might just be in collusion with the killer and put on makeup.

If it wasn't for paying the murderer, then the background would be troublesome... He Nan thought to himself: Maybe it's just the murderer's hobby.

Maybe... it was because he needed to obscure the identity of the dead.

It was even possible that the dead man's eyeballs were useful to him—the murderer needed them to pass through the eyeball recognition device, and was afraid that just taking out the eyes would reveal his intentions, so he took the head away.

The head was chopped off with a knife...

Holding back his nausea, He Nan took a closer look and came to this conclusion.

Because, the wound on the neck of the deceased had only a neat knife mark, and there was no trace of repeated cutting or hacking.

Also, the sheets were unmarked.

This means that the murderer's knife must be precise and powerful.

Extraordinary strength.

Who will kill it?
He Nan felt extremely suffocated by the stench of corpses.

Might it have something to do with what I'm investigating...?
(End of this chapter)