In Brooklyn's Chinatown, Russell drove a police car through the messy streets. He felt like he was in a small county town. Both the architecture and the culture were far inferior to those at home.
Looking at the advertisement on the telephone pole for an old Chinese medicine practitioner specializing in infertility, he was silent for a moment, pretending that he was in New York.
Last night's riot has ended. There were no casualties in the farce, but ribbons and paper flowers can be seen everywhere in the streets, and passers-by are debating whether last night was a real or fake dragon.
According to reliable information from the Seventh Aunt and the Eighth Aunt, the dragon dance turned into a real dragon last night not because of the appearance of gods, but because evil aliens used lasers to make the dragon dance come to life.
Russell was looking for the reporter on the street. It is not surprising that the police officers on duty last night judged that all the witnesses were drunk and hallucinating. In fact, there were too many elements in the popular version and all kinds of bragging and nonsense.
After talking to several people who reported the crime one by one, Russell saw fragments of memories about the 'dragon'.
A nondescript dragon, the product of a combination of east and west, with six thick thighs, two fleshy wings on its back, a ferocious face and a head full of horns, very fierce.
It also breathes fire!
Because his body type is considered a heavyweight in the obese world, the wings of this fat dragon are purely for decoration and cannot scream as loudly as a slaughtering pig in mid-air.
After confirming that a mysterious incident had indeed occurred last night, Russell continued his investigation and came to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic on the telephone pole with a dark face.
The wooden floors and walls are decorated with Zen incense and have an antique feel. The house is filled with traditional Chinese medicine props, and the names of medicines are written in traditional Chinese characters on the medicine cabinet.
It was strange. When Russell walked into it, he always felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, he found that the furnishings in the room were too deliberate.
It seems that the shop owner is afraid that others will understand, so he has placed a variety of complex objects related to traditional Chinese medicine, which makes people confused and highlights his professionalism.
"Young man, can you speak Chinese?"
An old doctor with a goatee walked out of the door and shook the goose feather fan in his hand.
"Ancestral skills will last for many years." It felt weird, and Russell couldn't help but complain.
"That's good, because my English is average."
Your Chinese level is also very average!
Listening to the old doctor's broken Mandarin that combined many dialects into one, Russell cursed in his heart and felt that he had met a liar.
"Please take a seat."
The old doctor asked Russell to sit down and said straight to the point: "I won't serve the tea anymore. Let me tell you, are you here to treat infertility or other difficult and complicated diseases?"
Russell shook his head: "No, I'm in good health. I'm looking for you because..."
"Young man, don't be embarrassed. I have been practicing medicine for many years, and these two recruiters have never misjudged anyone."
The old doctor pushed up the brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and whispered: "If I'm not mistaken, your bones are very weak!"
Russell:(?_?)
Give you a chance to reorganize your language!
"Don't be shy, we are martial arts practitioners... Bah, our Chinese medicine practitioners pay attention to hearing, hearing and asking. As for you, I can tell at a glance that sex is not going well, right?"
Russell:(???)
Why are you spouting blood for no reason?
"Don't worry, if the law is not taught to humans, if the Tao is not spread to the six ears, there are only two of us here. This disease... God knows that you know it and I know it, and it will never be spread."
The old doctor smoothed his beard and looked like he had seen a lot: "You, a young man like you, have seen too much. It is understandable that you are shy and shy about speaking out. However, some diseases are better to be treated as early as possible, otherwise it will be too late."
Russell: (?Benefit?)
How dare you, a handsome man and an old thief with a gray beard, bark wildly here?
"Young man, have you ever heard that dragons and tigers are as powerful as dragons and tigers... Ahem, have you ever heard of the story of Bian Que and Duke Huan of Cai? You must not imitate Duke Huan of Cai who conceals illness and avoids medical treatment!"
The old doctor spoke earnestly and thoughtfully, but suddenly the conversation changed: "By the way, what is your income, cash or credit card?"
"First, I am in good health. Second, I am not here to see a doctor..."
With that said, Russell took out his police officer ID: "NYPD, I have something to confirm with you."
"Officer, it's none of my business!"
The old doctor jumped up, took off his coat, and revealed the long-sleeved mandarin jacket: "I am the instructor of the martial arts school next door, and I came here to help guard the door. I don't know anything about this place, especially a hundred dollars."
I have never heard of Longhu Dali Pill."
"..."
Russell silently put away his police officer ID card, feeling bad all over. He used telepathy to look through the memories he wanted.
Last night, two strangers broke into the medical center and started a fight. They destroyed several traditional Chinese medicine props that were used to support the scene, and also smashed the valuable antique "carved wooden window".
The old Chinese medicine doctor was not an eyewitness. According to his memory, Russell found the real eyewitness next door to Tongzilou.
Two faces of the suspected murderer came into Russell's sight. One was the King of Bad Movies, and the other was Doctor Octopus. They were both very familiar faces.
"If nothing else, these two faces definitely belong to the plot of a certain movie."
Russell raised the corners of his mouth and turned around to leave Tongzilou.
Thirty seconds later, he returned to the hospital, took a picture of Franklin, bought a new thermos cup, and took away two kilograms of wolfberry.
Nothing else, I just want to drink some hot tea when the weather gets cold, and wolfberry can improve my eyesight and protect my eyes. It just kills two birds with one stone.
"Young man, your disease can't be cured by wolfberry. Only by practicing martial arts can you strengthen your body. I'll give you a 20% discount... Hey, where are you?"
The old doctor held the green banknotes in his hands and rushed out in a hurry. As soon as he turned around, Russell disappeared in the corridor.
…
Doctor Octopus is hard to find, but the King of Bad Movies is much easier. Russell drove the police car to an uninhabited corner, waved his hand to release the Deathstroke Armor, and used the Left of the Throne to enchant it.
Russell had seen the face of the King of Bad Movies at the New York Police Headquarters. He went into the internal passage to dig out his file, and asked the Deathstroke armor to scan the facial features in the photo and search for surveillance cameras of all sizes in New York.
"Having said that, wouldn't he find it strange that the King of Bad Movies appears again and again?"
Russell murmured, bought some authentic fried rice on the street, and waited for the Deathstroke Armor to collect clues.
Before the fried rice was finished, the Deathstroke Armor found the target person.
Balthazar!
A European immigrant runs an antique shop called the Mystery House in New York. He disappeared for no reason ten years ago and reappeared recently.
Because he had been missing for too long, the antique store was taken back by the owner and is now a mobile phone store. Balthazar himself has no fixed residence.
Russell checked the information collected by the Deathstroke Armor, pointed at the young man who appeared at the same time as Balthazar, and looked for information about him.
Soon this time, the young man named David was a student at the City University of New York. He had excellent grades and was a genius student in the physics department. He had two patents and a dedicated laboratory prepared by the school.
"It's City University of New York again..."
Russell raised his eyebrows and remembered that Terry, whom he met because of the time loop, belonged to this university. The difference was that Terry was on the Brooklyn campus.
Both plots are directly related to the City University of New York. If he decides to visit one day, he might be able to meet the protagonists in other plots.
David is a student who lives a simple life, with a nerdy personality. His life is basically three-point and one-line, including dormitories, teaching buildings, and laboratories.
A dog with one hand!
Unable to find Balthazar, Russell decided to start with David. He called the school and learned that David was not on leave and there was no one in the dormitory, so he drove straight to his private laboratory.
David's research project was too risky. The school looked for a deserted parking lot far away from the city. It was located underground and used to park the city subway before the city's transportation system was repaired.
Russell drove over, scanned it telepathically, and found that there was residual aura of magic inside. He immediately raised his brows and smiled with interest.
Following killers, aliens, future people, robots, and mutant creatures, busy New York has added a new resident—a magician.
Bang bang bang!
Russell knocked on the iron door, but after a moment, David, who looked very silly and innocent, pushed the door open and said doubtfully: "Who are you looking for? If you are taking the subway, this place has been abandoned."
"No, I'm looking for you."
Russell showed his police officer ID: "Classmate David, regarding the riots in Brooklyn's Chinatown last night, I want to verify some specific circumstances with you."
"Police, officer, I don't know anything."
When David saw the police officer's certificate, his eyes immediately dodged, and he was speechless.
"Very good, your performance proves that you know a lot."
Russell said something that made David look miserable, pushed him away, strode into the laboratory, and looked at the source of the magic power.
The empty abandoned underground parking lot has been simply renovated. In addition to the warehouses where debris and materials are piled, the largest open space is equipped with electromagnetic coils and other experimental instruments.
Russell looked at the circular magic array on the ground and joked: "Classmate David, I went to school to find you and was told that you took a long vacation. Why, instead of studying science, you switched to studying magic?"
"This is not magic. It's just a joke."
David smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He wiped the cold sweat from his head: "Officer, what do you call me?"
"My name is Russell, and I am currently responsible for investigating mysterious incidents in Chinatown." Russell stared at David and emphasized the word 'mysterious incident'.
"Ha, ha, ha... Officer, your name sounds so familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere." There was more sweat on David's head, so much that he couldn't wipe it off.
"My name is not important, the key is your performance, which is too suspicious. Witnesses said that you appeared in Chinatown last night, accompanied by a man who covered up his bad hairline with long hair and a black dome hat, and said
Tell me, what are you doing there?"
Russell tried telepathy to view David's memories, but failed. It was not that David was outstanding in strength, he was just a rookie, but he was blessed with an inexplicable power, which should have come from the work of other mages.
"Can you find this shit?" David was stunned and subconsciously cursed.
"Boy, don't underestimate the police."
Russell snorted coldly: "I also found out that the man you are with is named Balthazar. He has been missing for ten years and has not been heard from. He suddenly appeared recently."
I'm so lucky!
David went into the meeting with his mind full of shit. Faced with Russell's righteous eyes, he couldn't find a reasonable excuse and panicked a lot.