Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

"Okay." An Chunzhi changed the subject politely, "Officer George, you didn't just come to ask me if I have any impression of Kurt Miller, did you?"

George showed an approving expression, and finally brought the topic to the point: "Yesterday morning, Kurt Miller disappeared on his way to school after looking at the Iron Man model in your store. His friend happened to be busy yesterday. So he went to school alone. In the end, the road surveillance only captured him turning from the road in front of your door to a certain alley."

George spread his hands: "You know, those alleys have always been the favorites of homeless people and thieves. They are deserted and remote, with complicated roads and no monitoring."

"We completely lost track of him."

——Of course, that kind of alley is also the favorite of An Chunzhi and Spiderman.

Otherwise, how to transform them?

"That is to say, I was the last person to see him?" An Chunzhi said.

"That's right, do you think he looks a little abnormal compared to usual?"

George also gave an explanation after asking, "Compared to being attacked by someone who pulled out his tongue, we hope that this is just a young man's sudden petulance. The option of him running away from home cannot be ruled out."

"Pull out, tongue out?" An Chunzhi stuttered and frowned.

That doesn't sound like a good word.

"That's what we call that criminal." George waved his palm twice lightly, trying not to make An Chunzhi panic.He didn't say much, just looked over persistently and expectantly, waiting for the answer.

"Unusual..." An Chunzhi thought about it seriously.

Yesterday morning, An Chunzhi was in a hurry to finish his breakfast and go to the Avengers Building to learn fighting, so he didn't pay much attention when some students came.

And Kurt Miller has always only looked at the model, not buying at all.

——He did look at it quietly for a while and then left.

"I remember that the monitoring at that position will not be blocked by the shelves. Maybe we can take a look at the monitoring." An Chunzhi turned and walked behind the counter, and glanced sideways at the stairs on the second floor, folded his arms and said No Sherlock.

Strange quickly made room for him, grabbed the red cloak pretending to be dead on the counter, and walked towards the warehouse.

Officer George and his subordinates all leaned over and watched An Chunzhi call up the monitoring page on the computer.

The screen shows that while An Junzhi was sitting at the counter drinking oatmeal, Kurt stepped into the store.

His face was a little unhappy and frustrated, and he walked directly to the area where the Iron Man model was placed, and then stared expectantly at the largest one. After a while, his expression finally cheered up.

"Although I haven't paid much attention to him, I also think he seemed a little too depressed yesterday." An Chunzhi pointed out, "Did something happen in his family? Or did he encounter something like bullying?" .”

An Chunzhi was taken aback suddenly, and realized a problem: "Wait, he disappeared yesterday morning, and his brother was still in the mood to come and steal the Iron Man model last night?"

"Thomas doesn't know." George shook his head. "That's exactly what I'm going to say next."

"Thomas has been staying at his friend's house for a while, and he didn't know about it at all. It was only when we took him back to the police station last night to make a record that we discovered their relationship—why did Thomas suddenly move out of the house, He didn't say why."

George speeded up his speech thoughtfully: "During the investigation yesterday, we found that the Millers didn't look as loving as their neighbors praised. Coupled with Thomas' leaving behavior and Kurt's sudden depression, I have reason to doubt There is something hidden in it.”

"Maybe the Millers are hiding something important." George looked refreshed, and greeted his subordinates, "Go, let's go to Miller's house again now!"

"From this point of view, maybe Kurt really just ran away from home. Thank you for your help today, Ann!" George put on his hat in a hurry, waved to An Chunzhi, and left the store in a hurry.

After the three rushed out of the store, only the bell on the glass door was still shaking back and forth, making a crisp sound.

Only now Sherlock walked down the stairs slowly with the plate in his hand, he didn't say a word, his expression was pensive as if he was thinking about something.

Strange was finally able to come out of the warehouse with the red cloak on.He immediately saw Sherlock's expression, raised his eyebrows with some gloat, and deliberately turned his head to ask An Chunzhi:

"Boss Ann, why don't you ask Officer George about the details of the first three missing persons?"

"Huh?" An Chun was taken aback.

When did Strange become so keen on the case?This person set it upside down!

"Look at someone's expression." Strange teased with feigned regret, "I'm not satisfied with my desires."

"Don't talk nonsense." An Chunzhi immediately understood that these two "twins" were fighting each other again.

But Strange folded his arms confidently, and said with an expression as if he had grasped something: "I searched the name of John Watson on the Internet, and found that the most famous John Watson was famous because he was in Blogged about his roommate Sherlock Holmes' record of the crimes he solved."

"It could have been just the same name and surname, after all, that John Watson lives in London, England. But what surprised me the most?"

Strange had a half-smile: "This detective consultant Sherlock Holmes who committed suicide by jumping off a building two years ago in London, England. He actually looks exactly like the Mr. 'John Watson' who is staying here now?"

"You..." An Chunzhi was a little surprised.

Sherlock, who had lowered his head, turned his eyes suddenly. His expression was not panicked, and he seemed to be a little absent-minded.

"Sherlock Holmes, a man who is reported to be living on cases." Strange said with great interest, "You haven't encountered anything during this time, so you must be overwhelmed, right?"

An Chunzhi glared at Strange angrily, preventing him from continuing to worry about this matter.It was also to explain to Sherlock: "I have only a little connection with this case, and the relationship with Police Officer George is just an ordinary friend. People will definitely not tell me about those cases."

"No need." Sherlock seemed to understand something, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, and answered An Chunzhi calmly, "I have searched on my phone just now—four disappearances occurred in a week, and the first three died again." It’s so miserable that this kind of thing can’t be suppressed at all.”

"Mobile phone?" An Chunzhi quickly touched his body, only to realize that his mobile phone was not there.

Sherlock directly put the mobile phone and the plate on the counter, then took a big step, and walked to the end of the shelf like a gust of wind, and took a dark knitted hat and put it on his head.

He walked towards the door non-stop, and at the same time spoke quickly: "Ann, I'm going out for a while. Now the information on the Internet is too simple, I have to go to see the scene in person - remember to leave me dinner, or It's breakfast."

Without waiting for An Chunzhi's answer, he rushed out the door, full of fighting spirit, walking like a whirlwind.

"..." An Chunzhi and Strange looked at each other.

"It's really the first time I've seen him look so—not lazy." Strange was a little surprised and speechless.

Although it was reported that Holmes was addicted to crimes, it was completely different from seeing a person who was usually lazy and "lost his dreams and was about to die" suddenly became bloody.

The contrast is too great!

"I haven't agreed yet." An Chunzhi was also a little annoyed, "I agreed to help me increase the sales of the store and serve as a clerk at the beginning, so I agreed to him. The increase in sales has not yet been said. , Don’t be a clerk now? Now this case has nothing to do with him, and he asked me to leave him a meal! Deduct wages and deduct wages!”

"There is still a salary for taking in such a three-none person with food and lodging?" Strange was even more surprised. "Boss Ann, I think there is a reason why your store can barely operate."

"Is there any way." An Chunzhi complained, but she also knew Sherlock's character very well, so she shrugged and stopped thinking about it, "Sherlock is such a person, he was born specifically for the case, I Definitely can't stop him."

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, looked down, and saw two plates lined up on the counter, and the horrible things inside that could barely be called food.

"...What is this?" An Chunzhi turned his head and asked inexplicably.

Strange's expression became stiff for a moment.

He turned his head to one side, did not look at An Chunzhi, and tried to show a natural expression with some embarrassment: "Uh, I fried poached eggs."

"—You told me that this is a poached egg?!" An Chunzhi almost shouted out in shock.

There was a pile of blackened egg fragments on the plate in front of them. Not only did they not have the complete appearance of poached eggs, but they also had a strong smell of paste. They looked miserable and ugly.

An Chunzhi seriously suspected that the eggs were not only unpalatable but also poisonous.

"Strange, did you suddenly want to make poached eggs instead of scrambled eggs?" He tried to keep calm and asked.

An Chunzhi really couldn't imagine how a simple egg could be tossed like this.Did Strange run out of gas?So did he put salt?

"Probably so." Strange admitted vaguely, his cheeks getting hot.

An Chunzhi's eyes turned to the bacon on the plate next to him, and he was shocked again: "...Is this the bacon you made?"

——The expression of the black-haired young man at this moment is definitely not commendatory.

Strange immediately denied it vehemently and complained backhandedly: "It wasn't me, it was Holmes who fired it!"

An Chunzhi bent down and took out a pair of chopsticks from the counter, carefully and laboriously took out a piece of bacon from a plate of almost solidified oil stains, looked it over and over in front of his eyes, and fell silent.

"How is he doing?" Strange asked cautiously.

"The incense smells pretty good...but too much oil is put in, did Sherlock turn on the fire?" An Chunzhi asked cautiously.

Bacon itself has fat, even if you don't put oil, and it's so thin, it's enough to use a small fire.Sherlock's plate of bacon is made of... do you want him to drink oil?

An Chunzhi carefully put the scorched, curly, rock-hard piece of bacon back on the plate.

Forgive him for his timidity, he really didn't have the courage to try such eggs and bacon.

"You can't eat these two plates, I'll make you another one." An Chunzhi sighed tiredly, "Strange, haven't you had breakfast yet?"

"Yes." Strange nodded quickly, and continued to blackmail Sherlock behind his back, "Holmes also said that he can fry bacon! What 'this kind of thing is not difficult for me!' He should come back and listen Your evaluation."

An Chunzhi smiled wryly and stopped talking, and went up to the second floor.

Sherlock himself is a person who is not good at most basic things, and he can't ask for more if he can fry bacon like this.At least he knew how to start the fire, and he didn't burn the kitchen, did he?

"..."

An Chunzhi's mind went blank, and she froze at the kitchen door.

The kitchen was filled with thick smoke visible to the naked eye, which was very choking, and the table was in a mess.And the only two pans he had... One pan was covered with black and mushy fragments of eggs, the other was filled with about half a pan of oil, and the almost empty oil pot next to it was very visual.

If it didn't set the kitchen on fire... it would have.

An Chunzhi's face turned from ashen to black, and he directly withdrew the kindness that was overflowing in his heart just now.He managed to keep calm, thinking that his mind just had that kind of thought.

Take a deep breath, isn't it just to clear the bottom of the pot and recycle the half pot of oil, the smoke will disappear when the range hood is turned on.

"—Boss Ann, can you add some more cheese to me? It will taste better that way." Strange's expectant voice suddenly came from the first floor.

An Chunzhi broke his skills in an instant, and anger swept through his brain.He finally couldn't help roaring downstairs:

"Cheese, what kind of cheese are you eating! Stephen Strange! Come up and wash the pot!!"