"Boss, we found the bullet, do you want to go in and take a look?"
A strong black police officer carried a piece of transparent evidence and took it away. George took the bag from his hand and walked to the room where the crime was committed.
When crossing the cordon, George winked at the detective next to him. The trainee policeman was very smart and grabbed an extra pair of gloves and shoe covers, so Jameson also followed George into the crime scene.
The first crime scene was in the bedroom of Hu Ji's house. Now there is only a red thread tracing the direction of the blood spatter. There is no body, so there is no scene that stimulates the senses.
"It has been confirmed that this is the scene of the first crime. The victim was shot with a pistol and the bullet hit his temple, killing him with one blow. Therefore, there are no signs of a struggle." A female police officer stepped forward and said.
"Was the victim killed in his sleep?"
"No." The female police officer shook her head and said, "He was sitting here at the time, probably working late at night. The murderer appeared behind him. The moment he turned around, the bullet accurately hit the side of his head."
George lowered his head and looked at the bullet in the transparent evidence bag. He frowned slightly, and his doubtful eyes flashed. He looked at the bullet and whispered: "Magnum? Wear marks... used by the murderer."
Is it a revolver?"
Jameson next to him lowered his voice and said: "I have never seen Spider-Man use a gun, but is he still a retro gun enthusiast?"
"I think the possibility of Spider-Man taking action has been reduced to the minimum." George also lowered his voice and said: "Unless he is receiving strict firearms training outside of wandering time, and he must have professional sneaking skills, otherwise
There is no way to explain how he suddenly appeared behind Hu Ji, raised his gun, fired it, and shot his head in one go. If he had hesitated a little, the crime scene would not have been like this."
George crossed the red silk line in the field again, walked to the place where Hu Ji fell, checked for traces of blood there, and then went to the window sill to check the dust on the surface of the window sill. Sure enough, he found nothing.
"The other party is a skilled killer, cautious, calm, and cruel." George looked up and down the window and said, "It's the same as the ones I've seen before, and he's more confident than them because he used a gun with only a few bullets.
Revolver."
"You guys go back to the police station first." George waved to the other police officers to let them go first. He took Jameson to the door and said, "Now we first need to determine whether Hu Ji is a
He was killed because of the views in his report, and the way to determine this is to investigate whether people with the same views as him have been in danger in the near future."
"If this is Spider-Man's revenge as you said, then he cannot only take revenge on Hu Ji. Those who have led the reports that discredited him will not be able to escape, including you, Mr. Jameson."
Jameson immediately felt a little nervous. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm just reporting the facts. If he didn't do those things, can I still make them up out of thin air?"
"Yes, but as you said, a person who launches an act of revenge out of anger will not care so much. Even if you are indeed the only truth in those smear reports, he will only think that you are complicit in them.
"
Jameson's face turned red with anger, and he didn't even care about being afraid. He said loudly: "I thought he would have some discernment! When the first generation of Spider-Man died, I wrote an obituary for him, and I said it sincerely.
Feel sorry for him and shame on those who would tarnish his reputation after his death!"
"We can't be sure it's him yet." George comforted Jameson, led him to the police car outside the door, and said, "But we do have to go back to your place to make sure no one troubles you.
.”
Soon, the police car arrived at the door of Jameson's house. As a newspaper owner who had made some achievements in the journalism industry, Jameson's home was in a villa in the suburbs of New York City. When he opened the door of the villa, the yard was calm and calm, and he couldn't see anything.
There were some signs of intrusion.
They entered the living room all the way and found nothing unusual, but soon Jameson found a note on the coffee table that did not belong to this house. It read - "Leave New York and don't do anything within two months."
return".
George took the note and looked at the notes on it carefully, frowning even more, and said: "The other person seems to be a person who often uses a pen. The arcs and pauses in his handwriting are more in line with the use of the nib of a pen."
Habit."
"Could it be the editor of another newspaper?"
George shook his head to indicate that he was not sure. He touched his chin and said: "There may be some connection between the habit of using revolvers and pens, but there are too few clues to be sure."
"So what do we do now?"
"You wait here, just sit here until evening, and I'll go take a look in the yard."
Jameson sat down on the sofa with some trepidation. He felt uneasy but had to force himself to calm down. The appearance of this note showed that he had indeed been involved in this matter, and would he become the next bully?
Ji, I can only leave it to fate.
Soon night fell, and the familiar living room of the villa looked full of ghosts. Jameson could hear his heartbeat clearly, but soon he heard the sound of something falling to the ground more clearly.
As if it was a special reminder, a figure slowly approached from the darkness. Jameson breathed faster and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What are you going to do?"
But the figure did not move forward. Instead, it stood on the edge of darkness and said in a hoarse and deep voice: "I am Spider-Man. You saw the note I left for you. Why don't you leave?"
"Spider-Man?!" Jameson screamed in a higher tone, and then he saw the revolver hanging on the other person's waist. Without understanding the deeper meaning, Jameson asked: "You killed it?"
Hu Ji?”
"He deserves to die."
"Don't move, just stand there!" George rushed up from the back door of the house, holding guns in both hands and aiming at the figure in the darkness.
The figure on the opposite side didn't respond at all. He just turned around and walked into the darkness, leaving his last words: "Jameson, I warned you, leave New York."
After saying that, he rushed to the window and jumped out at a speed that neither of them could see clearly, and disappeared into the night. George slowly put down the gun, stared at the place where the figure left and said: "See the waist
Did he have a gun? He is the murderer of Hu Ji."
"Spider-Man...he is Spider-Man!" Jameson said with some collapse: "Spider-Man's ghost has come back for revenge. It was he who killed Hu Ji!"
George turned to look at Jameson and said: "Such a seasoned killer has no truth in his mouth. He can't be..."
"He is Spider-Man!" Jameson raised his voice and said, "I will never be wrong. I have told you that I have been following Spider-Man for a long time. I know every detail about him. He is definitely Spider-Man."
Xia!"
"The generation of Spider-Man who died in vain must have come back for revenge!" Jameson took a deep breath and said: "Because those people slandered his reputation after death and made his soul restless, so he crawled out of the grave.
Come out, he will make those people pay the price!"
"Then why didn't he kill you?"
"Because I didn't slander him!" Jameson turned to look at George and said: "That's why I said this is Spider-Man's resentment. He can tell who his enemy is! He is watching in hell.
Got it all!"
"Your imagination is a little too rich, Mr. Jameson." George put away the gun, but Jameson had jumped up from his seat. He rushed upstairs in a panic, shouting as he ran: "I must
He'll have to go on vacation for a few more months until the resentment subsides."
George sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to walk out and get in the police car and return to the police station. But as soon as he returned to the police station, a subordinate came over with a straight face and said: "Bad news, boss, an editor-in-chief of Global Times"
He was just found dead in his home in Manhattan. The time of death was about half an hour ago. Do you want to go over and take a look?"
George didn't ask any more questions, but immediately rushed to the crime scene. The first crime scene was also the bedroom of the deceased, and he was killed with the same shot. Even the Magnum bullet and the wear marks on it were the same.
This time, George emphatically checked all the entrances and exits, but found no trace of any traffic. It was a very typical secret room murder case. George and his subordinates stayed up all night and found no useful clues.
At dawn, George drove home. As soon as he put the key in the keyhole, the door opened. Gwen stood inside and looked at him with a smile and said: "Dad, why did you come back now? Have you forgotten that tomorrow will be you?"
It’s your birthday?”
George was in a daze, shook his head helplessly and said, "I was so busy that I almost forgot. Let me guess, you prepared your handmade gift for me again. What is it this time? A scarf, a clay figure or a photo frame?"
"I'm going to make you a cake, and I'm preparing the ingredients." Gwen stepped aside to let George come in. She walked in front and went to the kitchen counter to continue arranging the baking utensils.
"Also, Peter asked me to tell you that I'm sorry. He was originally going to attend your birthday party, but his good friend Harry Osborne has encountered some emotional problems. They are now solving them in Hollywood. I'm afraid it will be very difficult.
It’s hard to come back in time.”
"It doesn't matter. I have long said that he should travel more instead of staying in the laboratory every day. Don't you have any travel plans?"
Gwen smoothed her hair on her forehead and said, "I plan to go to Hollywood to find him, but I have to spend my birthday with my dad first."
"Even if you don't do this, I won't think that you are the kind of girl who runs away with her boyfriend and never comes back." George laughed and started preparing breakfast.
During the meal, Gwen noticed that George was always distracted, so she asked curiously. George mumbled a few words, but still said, "It's about Spider-Man again."
As usual, he recounted what happened during the day to Gwen in a complaining tone, and then sighed.
"Do you think it's strange? Jameson insisted that the weirdo was Spider-Man. Although I didn't say it at the time, I saw that his face, body shape, and behavior did look like Spider-Man."
"But he is full of darkness and mystery, and he is very skilled in killing methods. He is a cruel killer, and his temperament is completely different from Spider-Man."
Gwen paused with the hand holding the fork and asked: "So what is Spider-Man's temperament like?"
George pursed his lips and summed it up, saying: "Sunny, optimistic, heartless, like the kind of white boy who would scream when the plane takes off."
Gwen couldn't help but burst out laughing, then she covered her mouth with her hand and coughed twice. George looked at her and sighed.
"Although I often say that Spider-Man is neither serious nor serious, that is within the acceptable range for a young man to get into trouble, but this is obviously not the case."
"Killer Spider-Man? Is there anything worse in the world?"