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Andrew walked in with a bag of ice cream in one hand and a courier box in the other. .biqugev

"Hey! Baby Neve, look what uncle brought you!" Andrew took out a box of ice cream and shook it.

As soon as the figure flashed, the ice cream was already in Neve's hands, and her eyes narrowed as she smiled.

"Du! This is yours." Andrew put the express box on the table and walked to the refrigerator next to it.

"Neve, uncle will help you freeze it. If you want to eat, you can take it yourself. But for your health, don't eat too much!"

Neve nodded happily.

"Oh~~, my God! Du, what did you freeze in the refrigerator?" Andrew exclaimed when he opened the refrigerator.

"Two kidneys, one liver, one heart, and half a stomach." Du Wensen replied.

"No! You can't put these things in the refrigerator. Damn it, where did you get these things?" Andrew was surprised.

Du Wensen stretched and said, "Strictly speaking, you brought it all. With the express delivery you brought today, this is the sixth delivery in total!"

Andrew turned around in disbelief: "You mean, the express delivery I have brought to you these days is full of these things? Who is so disgusting? I want to send you this kind of things."

Du Wensen smiled slightly: "Who knows!"

"I think it's best if I throw it away for you!" Andrew muttered, taking out something.

Suddenly, there was a "ding" sound in the refrigerator above.

Andrew pulled away curiously.

"Ah~~~~~~!" A scream.

His face was pale, and he was holding a human head that had fallen out of the refrigerator.

"Hey! Du, look, Andrew peed his pants, you lose!" Deadpool, who only had one head left, winked.

Andrew was still in shock and realized it was Deadpool, and said: "Damn, Mr. Deadpool, how did you become like this?"

"It's Du. He said he wanted to see if the low temperature environment would affect my growth. Andrew, please find something interesting for him to do quickly, otherwise no one can guarantee that he will go crazy." Deadpool complained. .

Andrew wiped his sweat and asked: "Mr. Deadpool, don't talk about this for now. Where is your body?"

"It was taken for study by scientists in the laboratory below the warehouse. They said they might be able to restore me to my former handsome appearance," Deadpool explained.

"Then, should I help you put it back?" Andrew hesitated.

Deadpool stared and said, "Hell, do you think I would be comfortable sleeping in the refrigerator?"

Andrew thought for a moment and stuffed Deadpool back into the refrigerator, along with the heart, lungs and liver. It was better for him not to move Du Vincent's things.

At this moment, rapid footsteps came from downstairs, and then Matthew walked in with his assistant Pierce.

Andrew's face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again with fright.

How should he explain the human organs on his hands?

Matthew glanced around the room, ignored Andrew, and focused on Du Vincent.

"Mr. Du, there have been five murders recently. There was a note in the mouth of the deceased that said "Go to Vincent Du". I hope you can go to the police station and cooperate with our investigation."

Du Wensen opened his eyes.

"But I'm busy!"

"Snapped"

A piece of liver fell to the ground in Andrew's hand.

"Du, you have been lying on the sofa for half a month!"

Matthew lowered his head and said: "Mr. Du, please forgive me for being rude just now. I came here specifically to ask you to solve the case. I hope you can help me."

"Tell me where the scene is and I'll be there in a minute!" Du Wensen sat up and said.

Matthew asked curiously: "Why don't you come with us?"

"No one is willing to ride in a car with me!" Du Wensen took off his pajamas and said naked.

Matthew was so embarrassed that he turned around and left with Andrew, leaving without saying a word.

"I'll wait for you in Central Park. By the way, it's illegal to store human organs without permission!"

Du Wensen took the clothes from Neve and put them on one by one.

Wearing Andrew's specially customized black suit and bright red tie, Du Wensen suddenly seemed to be a different person.

"Dad is so beautiful!" Neve said with shining eyes.

"It's just that he's too thin. Why can't Du gain weight?" Andrew asked in confusion.

Du Wensen, who had changed his clothes, did not leave. Instead, he looked around the house for something.

Andrew understood immediately.

Take out a cigarette and light it.

"Du!"

Du Wensen looked back with a smile, took a deep breath from the cigarette, and walked out with satisfaction.

"He went out! Du actually went out, and he even smoked. Something terrible is going to happen!" Andrew said in shock.

In Central Park, Matthew looked at his watch from time to time, with a bit of anxiety on his face.

Half an hour passed, and Du Wensen still hadn't arrived. Instead, reporters had already gathered around him.

They were all from that damn number, and all the reporters at the press conference were notified. What did he think this was for? Live show?

If the superiors hadn't scolded him and issued an order, how could Matthew be willing to invite Du Wensen.

"I'm coming!"

Someone shouted, and all the reporters immediately turned their cameras.

Du Wensen, wearing a black suit, walked slowly as if he was attending a grand party.

"Damn it! He even waved to say hello to reporters! Are he going to have to sign something later?" Pierce said unhappily.

Matthew calmed down instead.

Since he can't solve the case by himself, he might as well see what Du Wensen will do.

Du Wensen walked up to Matthew, bowed slightly, and said, "Sorry, Chief Matthew, it's not easy to get a taxi on the road, so I'm late."

Seeing such polite Du Wensen, Matthew was a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Mr. Du is joking, please come and see the scene!"

The two entered the cordon and came to the body.

The body looked like a man's, but his face was destroyed, his clothes were too ordinary to provide any clues, his limbs were still intact, his abdomen was completely cut open, and his internal organs were spilled all over the floor.

After Du Wensen checked the deceased's mouth, nose and eyes, he went to the deceased's abdomen, smelled it, and began to take off the deceased's clothes.

"Mr. Du, please don't damage the scene!" Matthew reminded.

Du Wensen dipped a little blood on his finger, licked it, and squinted his eyes as if he was reminiscing about something.

The reporters who were staring closely at this place with their cameras suddenly felt sick to their stomachs.

Next….

After putting on gloves, Du Wensen took out a small scalpel from his body and slashed the deceased's stomach. A large pool of sticky gastric juice mixture flowed out.

At this time, the reporters couldn't stand it anymore, lowered their heads and vomited.

Du Wensen dug out another lump of mixture from the stomach with his hands, observed it carefully for a while, and then began to dissect the large and small intestines of the deceased.

Assistant Pierce also vomited.

Matthew tilted his head to the side. He didn't want to say anything to ruin the scene.