Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Hey, how do you know that guy is lying?" Minty and the others looked at the smug young lady, how did he see so many people? It's wonderful and has no flaws at all.

"This is very simple. Didn't you see the two collapses on the bridge of his nose? It means that the latter is short-sighted, and judging from the marks of the collapse, his degree is definitely not low. How can a highly myopic person see clearly from such a long distance? "What's going on in the duty room?" Conan enjoyed the attention being paid to him. He hadn't felt this way for a long time since he became like this.

"Then he doesn't know how to wear contact lenses?" Ham asked unconvincedly. It was rare to meet Gemini today. He wanted to show off well, but he didn't expect to be disturbed by this brat halfway.

"Are you an idiot?" Conan glanced at Ham and said, "Remember what happened after we came in? He couldn't tell who was asking questions, and he called me "sir". Please, who would call a seven-year-old? "Sir, sir, I just made so many faces at him, would a normal person turn a blind eye?"

"Um, I thought you had a cramp in your face just now, but it turns out you were testing him," Reina complained.

"Cramp" Conan was speechless.

"Then tell me what happened here and what the murderer's purpose was." Ham pointed at the messy duty room.

"This is also very simple. The murderer should be looking for something." Conan pointed to the documents that had been turned over.

"Looking for something can't be robbery," intern George muttered.

"Look at these things. All the information about the space museum has traces of being read. On the contrary, the murderer did not take the guard's property. This eliminates the suspicion of robbery. Besides, I have never heard of anyone being stupid. "Coming to rob the space museum." Conan cast a look at George caring for the mentally retarded baby.

"Let's talk about this murder weapon." Conan To pointed at the iron rod that Ham snatched away and said: "As I said before, the murderer's strength is extraordinary. The latter is fully capable of killing these guards with bare hands. But why didn’t the murderer do this? He still went to all the trouble to break off an iron pipe. Is it just to show off his muscles?”

"The reason is actually very simple." Conan continued to show his reasoning show: "The murderer should have tied the guard to a stool, and then used violent interrogation to get some information from the guard's mouth. The ropes on the ground were the most "Good evidence." Conan pointed to the ropes scattered beside the chair and said, "If my guess is correct, the guards should have scars from being tied up and beaten with iron rods. These can prove that the murderer has interrogated them. ."

"Boss, those guys are awake." At this time, a police officer hurriedly ran into the scene and said: "The injured guards said that the murderer was a weird man wearing a mask. After subduing them, he kept asking about the space communicator. The problem"

"This" Ham looked at Xiao Zhengtai in shock. He actually reasoned exactly the same as this guy. This is too weird.

"We also discovered a suspicious point," Tiao Zishu continued: "The guards who were interrogated have been saying that the attackers were not human beings."

"It's not a human being." Ham looked at the young lady and said, "Do you know what that is?" Obviously, the reasoning show just now gave Ham a little recognition of the young lady.

"I've told you before, the murderer is not an ordinary person." Xiao Zhengtai pointed at the three deep scratches on the iron rod and said in a stern voice: "Ordinary people only have three fingers, and oh, they are thicker than carrots."

"Can you find that thing?" Ham took a deep breath, and seemed to be in some trouble this time.

"No." Conan shook his head. He is a detective, not a police dog. It is already amazing to be able to deduce the murderer's murder process from the scene. As for finding the murderer, hehe, sorry, we haven't developed that function yet.

"But I think the murderer hasn't left yet." Conan To took an emergency notice on the table: "From tomorrow on, this place will be requisitioned by the military. If the murderer is really looking for something, then today Late is his last chance.”

"Damn it, we need support." Ham realized that with their current manpower, they might not be able to deal with this unknown monster.

"It's okay, we're here." Mindy shook the Colt pistol in her hand. She really came to the right place tonight. Although she didn't see the ghost she wanted to see, the little loli prefers to catch some super criminals than seeing ghosts. This can not only be exchanged for money, but can also be used to earn hero points.

"But how do we lure the murderer out?" Rena raised her hand.

"It's easy as long as you know what it's looking for." Xiao Zhengtai shrugged and motioned to Ham and the others to put their ears closer.

"Ah monster!" Just as everyone was thinking about how to lure the murderer out, screams and gunshots came from the corridors of the space museum.

"What's wrong?" Ham rushed into the aisle with a pistol, only to see a few scumbags shooting wildly at a pile of discarded models.

"Ceasefire" Ham looked at the mannequin that was beaten into a sieve and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Who fired the gun?"

"Then it's me." A policeman raised his hand in embarrassment and said, "I thought it was an alien, so"

"Alien" Ham looked at the model and the corner of his mouth continued to twitch. Damn, who made this model? It's scary to put it in a place like this.

"Hold a cucumber." Cook, who was hiding not far away, had a black line on his forehead. Didn't he find me? By the way, are all the people on Earth mentally retarded? Have you ever seen such an ugly alien?

The speaker of "alien" has no intention of listening to it. At this moment, Conan to had a sudden idea in his head: "I understand, the murderer may really be an alien."

"What did you think of?" Hamm turned his attention to the young lady.

"Look at this." Xiao Zhengtai took out a laptop from his backpack, and then quickly hacked into the database of a special organization: "This is an alien invasion that happened not long ago. Although most of the The aliens have been eliminated, but one alien still escaped. I suspect that the person who attacked here is the escaped alien."

"Director, our computer has been hacked again." In a special organization, Coulson reported to a certain spy leader with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Is it Stark?" Nick said with a sullen face. What does SHIELD's technical department do for a living? Why did that bastard hack into our internal network again? And that Stark, don’t you look so pained? You treat SHIELD as a public restroom. You can come and leave as you please. Believe it or not, I will send someone to check your water meter tomorrow.

"Director, it's not that Stark. How about we use the firewall provided by Stark?" Coulson shook his head. Since the last time Stark hacked the server to play Contra, S.H.I.E.L.D. Its own network defense has been upgraded, and those in the technical department have promised that this is the most secure firewall in the world. He even openly provoked Stark on the Internet. As a result, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. computer was flooded with photos of Stark. After that, Stark felt that it was really unreasonable for him to do this as a consultant to SHIELD, so he provided a set of security software he designed himself. It was just because a certain spy leader was too resentful that he never adopted it, and everyone saw the result, alas.

"It's not that bastard." When he heard that it wasn't Stark, the secret agent leader's expression not only did not improve, but became even more gloomy: "Fire all those idle people sitting in front of the computer drinking coffee, we don't need S.H.I.E.L.D. This kind of person." Nick sighed helplessly: "There is also a program to activate Stark's guy." Nick knew very well that doing so would be embarrassing for SHIELD. Once Stark's program was used, then It means that many things in S.H.I.E.L.D. will be controlled by that playboy, but there is nothing Nick can do. Rather than being used as a public toilet by those hackers every day, it is better to be Stark's back garden. Oh, I feel so tired, and I really want to retire.

"This is the alien." Ham glanced at the photo on the monitor. There are actually aliens in this world.

Wait, where did this information come from? Ham carefully looked at Xiao Zhengtai's computer and got a clue. This guy actually hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D. He's dead now. I will definitely be killed by S.H.I.E.L.D. Those guys from the bureau who got them into the basement don't know if it's too late for me to quit now.

"This is the little shota you mentioned last time, young master. His reasoning ability is indeed very strong." Fu Bo, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but nod. He was indeed the primary school student who was the god of death that the young master often talked about.

"Yes, this kid's reasoning ability is really buggy, but that's not a problem. The most terrifying thing is his passive skill that kills people wherever he goes." The chef hiding in the dark glanced at the people around him silently, and he didn't know. I know which unlucky person with blackened Yintang will be taken away by this god of death.

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