Super Detective in the Fictional World

Without any fighting training of female doctors, Wang Ba boxing, full of bitches to fight Fan at this moment.

But by virtue of her symbiotic strength, she cast a pair of fists out of her shadow, and the rain fell on the old woman.

Oddly enough, only the fist and foot of the scene was pounding on the body.

The battered old woman kept her body together silently, without any resistance.

A dozen seconds later, Harry went out with dozens of fists and felt weird, so he stopped and turned his head and looked: "Still fighting? ”

Luke didn't say anything, just looked at the “grandma” under her feet.

Harry noticed something was wrong and looked down and found this “grandmother”, who should have been beaten into a meatloaf, stood up again without any physical injury.

She hurried back two steps and looked at each other with surprise and vigilance.

“Grandma” still smiled and said, “Son, don't go in anybody's house, the owner is angry, the consequences can be serious. ”

Speaking of her shadow falsified, she quickly disappeared into the air.

Harry looked around, his face was red and he was cold: it was more exciting than he had ever imagined.

Luke: “Let's go.” The twist drifted towards the basement entrance.

Harry hastily followed.

She doesn't understand why Luke has to go to the basement, but he should be counting the weirdness here.

Running a few steps, she turned her head and looked, there was no “grandma” behind the fence.

But her gaze was more than twenty meters away, under the porch of the old house next door, one more figure.

That was the “grandmother” who had been beaten so hard before, she still had that “kind” smile and looked away from them.

Harry couldn't help but hit a thrill: he should have gone to the bathroom before he got off the plane.

Back at the basement entrance, Luke opened two old wooden doors and walked down.

This is a common separate basement for American families with a sloping entrance directly below the house.

Weird thing is, the lights are on in the basement.

Step down a creaking wooden staircase in front of both of them in a spacious and messy basement.

There are all kinds of old groceries inside, children's toys, outdated magazines, unopened utensils, cabinets, beds... there are people on the bed.

Harry looked at the two intertwined bodies in the bed, black and white, very pungent.

A blonde, middle-aged woman with big tummy, and a man wrapped in a lacquered vinyl coat were rolling over, gasping, unaware of the arrival of the two.

Luke looked at the blonde middle-aged woman with an indifferent face and sighed in his heart: it was her!

This is a case that Luke took over four years ago and immediately transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D., and apparently they didn't solve it.

This woman, Vian-Ovillet, was the last hostess of this luxury villa.

But she was confirmed dead five years ago, and the body appeared in a street bench not far from the community four years ago, and then mysteriously disappeared.

Her daughter, Taylor-Ovillet, disappeared five years ago and her husband, Harry Ovillet, committed suicide four years ago.

Now she shows up in the basement of her own villa, following people like a living person... rolling sheets against a strange man in black adhesive.

The men's body in black rubber coat was thin, had a small head, and looked shorter than Vivian's.

The glue, the breathing Vian, the two sudden outsiders, the scene in the basement was extremely strange.

Harry touched Luke gently with his elbow, meaning what to do.

Luke: “Hit him. ”

Harry: Again?

But her body jumped honestly and grabbed the man with the rubber coat and threw it at the wall.

There are only two men here, and naturally you don't have to ask which “he” to hit.

Luke didn't look at Harry's work in the muffled noise and came straight to Vian.

The woman did not react visibly to the man being thrown out of the rubber coat, and she felt herself whimpering and panting there.

Luke extended his right index finger to her forehead a little bit.

Pfft!

The whole finger didn't go into Vianne's eyebrow.

Next moment, Vyan makes a painful scream.

Luke's fingers, faith is typing in a little bit, 1: 00, 3: 00, 5: 00...

“Let her go, she's mine.” A duck's voice rang under Harry's feet.

Luke reduced the input speed of faith, and Vian's screaming dropped.

He turned his head and looked at the man in the rubber coat who had been crushed by Harry, his bloody red mouth grinning, revealing a big smile: “An ugly soul, a twisted desire for possession, is a rare freak. A little more, a little more of your emotions will move me, maybe just let her go. ”

With the output slightly enlarged, Vyan screamed again.

“She's mine.” The glue coat man howled and his figure suddenly appeared beside Luke, hugging Vian.

Luke's eyes flashed and let him act.

The glue coat man held Vian and muttered: “You are mine, nobody can rob you. ”

At the end of the speech, the low basement as a whole made a strange creak and quickly moved up and up.

The light quickly darkened, and the original dusk light was devoured by the darkening darkness, becoming abnormally dim, with only that tiny filament emitting a little red light.

Countless shadows creep in the darkness, closing in, and they sound like wild dogs crawling with their prey.

Harry couldn't help clamping his slightly trembling legs.

She likes the unknown and the excitement, but she played this big for the first time. Isn't the plot going a little too fast?

People usually take their sister's paper to the cinema to watch psychic films, but their new partner takes her personally to participate in psychic events and belongs to the party who was killed in the film.

All I can say is that life is so exciting.

But the change in the basement hasn't stopped, and without waiting for her to adapt to the new environment, the whole basement is suddenly upside down.

Luke fell to the ceiling beneath his feet, and Vian and the man in the rubber coat remained on the ground above, losing control of him.

Suddenly, Harry shouted, his hands and feet danced, and he landed on the sky guard, laying down a “Kunlun Toad Gong" stand.

Luke landed smoothly and gently, hitting the index finger of his right hand twice, hitting the layer of grey and black decaying glue on his flying finger, so he looked up at the room above his head.

It's already over 10 meters from the ceiling, and all the furniture has not fallen off.

It seemed that only he and Harry had been gravitated off.

A slice of shadow took the opportunity to jump up from one to the other, making a tearing and chewing noise.

Harry, who had just fallen, was a little nervous and punched on the ground.

But apart from the sound of a broken wind, her attack had no effect on these peristaltic shadows.

Spin, she's stunned.

Because the shadows that tore and chewed around her had no effect on her either.

The shadow that fell on Luke was more like being “wiped off” and disappeared.

Luke was a little helpless watching the faithful fall in the system at 1, 2, 3 o'clock at a time: these little mutts are annoying.