Fantasy World Transmigration - 1107. Chapter 1107

a week ago……

A black bald head slowly walked into the night, here is Louisiana, Arkansas to the north, Texas to the west, Mississippi to the east, and the Gulf of Mexico to the south, but the bald-headed Cyclops is not on the streets of New Orleans. It’s a typical southern town in the Delta region.

He held a map and looked down, but the hand-painted map was drawn entirely out of subjective perception. The person who drew the drawing had not been trained in drawing maps at all, so even the elite agents like the black marinated egg don’t see it. Show where it is marked above.

But the damn bastard who asked him only gave him this map.

He had to stop someone on the road. He was also a typical southern red-necked old man. He asked, “Hey! Brother… Do you know where the old Ben Devrioks house is? Someone asked me. Wait for him there!”

The old man glanced at him coldly, his eyes full of disgust, and shouted to him: “Go away… Nigga!”

“Hey, I didn’t offend you, now it’s the United States. Not in the Southern Union, you’d better show me respect.” Nick Fury dissatisfied. And the old red neck’s face was gloomy, with an unspeakable gloom, he whispered like a whirlwind: “The United States protects you now… If in that era, even sixty years earlier, there would never be you here. Where these demons live. Under the leadership of the priest, with pointed hats, we will burn you and your lair to ashes!”

The old man leaned on a cane, his mind became a little unconscious. He trembled with excitement and shouted, “Burn you to ashes, get out, devil!” He mumbled the chapters in the Bible vaguely. The silver cross coming out of his chest faced Nick Fury.

Still making a gesture to drive him, brandishing a cane, chasing him staggeringly.

Faced with such a delirious old man, being the king of secret agents couldn’t help, Nick hugged his head and ran into an alley with no streetlights under the old man’s curse. He ran and complained: “Damn it!” Nick was very angry, cursing in slang with a black accent: “Damn old bastard…I am so much older than you! I can be your father!”

“Damn…shit. He almost ruined my favorite old suit, which was made by a tailor in 1942!”

Nick shook some muddy trouser legs. He looked up and saw a gloomy and old house appear in front of him. He took out the map and saw a graffiti-like silhouette on the target location. When it was dark, the side was unusually similar, and this ancient house was located in the most remote part of the town. If it weren’t for Nick panicking, he would never find it if he ran a long dirt path with no lights and woods and weeds.

It is here, attracting all Nick’s attention like magic.

The old house was surrounded by dark gray fences and high walls. Nick turned to its entrance and saw that the gate of the yard was rusty and unlocked. He pushed open the gate, and the rusty shaft that was not oiled creaked. Loud noise.

Nick had to praise: “Okay! This is more useful than any damn modern anti-theft measures.”

Although Nick could sneak in without anyone noticing it, the identity of the person who invited him made him throw away this senseless thought and opened the door openly.

Quietly in the ancient house, suddenly there was a figure of someone moving with difficulty. Soon a woman with a little back and looking a little old opened the old wooden door and asked outside: “Who?”

Nick greeted me politely and said, “Someone asked me to come here…a damn young Asian. He may claim to be an insurance investigator!”

The woman stared at him for a long time, until Nick felt something strange on her face, she said hoarsely: “There is such a person, come in!”

Any normal person would feel that the look in this woman’s eyes was really a bit gloomy and excessive.

And the environment of the ancient house is hard to think of any beautiful things. This old building has nothing to do with classicism and elegance. Only rotten mold, decayed wood, and dilapidated furniture make this big house. There was a lingering stale atmosphere everywhere.

The woman’s age was a little fuzzy, she was full of twilight, and her back was a little camel. When she took Nick Fury in, Nick also saw that her hands had begun to grow wrinkles and age spots. But her hair roots are still black, and although her face is not well maintained, she has no old features.

According to Nick’s profile of her-old and young, even a bit like himself.

Nick really became interested. The woman carried the lantern and led him up the stairs. The lamp was on in the study, and Chen Ang’s voice was heard from inside: “Mrs. Ellis’ aunt left it to her. The insured amount is about 280,000 U.S. dollars, which is not a small amount. However, we found that there are some problems with her file.”

“Since marrying you… she seems to be a little… solitary!”

“Her friend, the lead singer of the rock band, and her ex-boyfriend claimed that you were controlling and manipulating her, and mentally detaining her. This statement is quite popular in Mrs. Ellis’s young social circle. People say that she was caught in her youth. Mrs. Violet hired to take care of her husband, and you are a lawyer that Mrs. Violet trusts.”

“Finally, thanks to your care, Violet entrusted the personal safety of the mansion and their couple to you before the stroke, and you got married immediately after this incident. It is hard not to cause people to be inappropriate. Conjecture—for example, you took control of the Violet couple together and occupied their inheritance?”

“Investigator Constantine!” Another hearty and somewhat low voice smiled: “You can guess too much!”

“In fact, people did have these doubts in the early days. You know that I am professional in law. They can’t find a handle to overturn all of this from the act of giving. So they told the judge that Caroline and I have a relationship with the two elderly people. With special interests, we can work together to control them reasonably.”

“I told the judge that there is no dirty exchange of benefits in our union. All this is due to the magic of love! We know that, but the judge seems to have doubts. She ruled that we should accept supervised property inheritance. And take care of our two generous employers.”

“At that time, everyone in the town said that they would be killed by us before they lived!”

“But they lived for ten years!” Chen Ang politely complimented.

“Hahaha! Yes… we have carefully taken care of them like our parents for ten years. In the first three years, this kind of malicious slander is still in the market, but as time goes by, these ups and downs have been Dispersed! People still believed in us, in the kindness of human nature!”

Nick listened at the door, and when he pushed the door in, he saw Chen Ang and a middle-aged white man sitting by the fireplace, sitting in two large chairs, talking against the fire. They heard the voice of Nick coming in and turned to look towards the door. Chen Ang smiled and stood up to greet him, shaking hands with Nick Fury and laughing: “Nick! You are finally here!”

He introduced to the two homeowners and the couple: “Nick Fury, a federal legal officer, is also responsible for enforcing the court’s estate judgment. We will cooperate in the transfer of the estate… and tax-related matters!”

Nick opened his mouth and complained: “Oh! Investigator Constantine, did you mention the tax department and wanted me to be driven out of here with a broom?”

He turned his head and said to the middle-aged white man who may be a retired lawyer: “I’m just a bailiff and don’t collect taxes! I’m here to give you money, please don’t drive me out!”

Everyone laughed together, and the atmosphere was full of joy. Even though the best way to get a distance in the United States is to complain about the tax department together, everyone expresses some dissatisfaction with the IRS (Internal Revenue Service), and the distance between each other is greatly reduced. NS.

The hostess, or Mrs. Matthew, Caroline Ellis Matthew, still stood gloomy by the side.

In the shadows, her hunchback got worse. His husband, Luke Matthew, seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, and said with a hint of rebuke: “Go and make a pot of coffee for the guests!”

The woman hobbled away. Before she left, her face shook in the shadows. It was a bit creepy and hideous. However, Chen Ang and Nick saw them, but they were just indifferent, and some even wanted to laugh. Nick thought so. , Leaning on the fireplace, he really couldn’t help laughing.

At first he just covered his mouth and smiled dullly, then laughed and said that afterwards, he couldn’t help it, and he laughed out loud.

He pointed to Chen Ang, almost laughed, and asked, “What do you mean by sending me this thing?” He took out the map and asked, “Do you expect me to find here by this thing?” Luke saw The reaction of the two of them seemed a little uneasy. He twisted his body to express his inner irritability.

Chen Ang looked at the map, and said, “I found the door by this thing… We found this map in the belongings of Mrs. Caroline’s aunt. This is the address of the only relative left by the old man. Mrs. Lin attached a letter and sent it to her.”

Nick stopped laughing, and carefully looked at the graffiti on it and said: “It’s so cute!”

“Especially the graffiti silhouette of this house.”

Mr. Luke took Nick’s words unnaturally and said, “Thank you, this was left by my wife when she was young! At that time, she was still a naughty girl.”

Nick suddenly said: “Could you let the lady draw me another silhouette…I want to collect it, so when I tell people about this “adventure” in the future, I can show them this map and let me They also came to find the route above…”

Chen Ang grabbed the map and said, “Don’t even think about it! I want to keep this map for myself… You know I like to collect all kinds of souvenirs for every case I handle. I collected one a few years ago. The second hockey mask was given to me by one of my beneficiaries. He has to wear the mask his mother gave him every day to fall asleep. But he gave it to me. That was the most I received. Great gift!”

“That hockey mask!” Nick suddenly burst into laughter: “So there is this story… What about the Iron Man mask in your office? It was also given to you by Tony Steck? And what about the old-fashioned videotape? The voodoo doll on the bookshelf? The glasses left by the grandfather of the crazy Sam that I bought on the Internet at a high price?”

“Oh my God! Sam’s grandfather is really just a shoemaker. He has never been to the South Pole…Neither has the North Pole!”

Chen Ang’s face calmly said: “My one is real!”

“What?” Nick smiled and made a black question mark with an exaggerated expression that is unique to black people. jpg

“My glasses are the real Captain Vitovich…” Chen Ang said flatly.

The expression on Nick’s face stagnated. He changed to a serious face and stared at Chen Ang. As the atmosphere between the two became more and more tense, the hunched woman walked silently with a pot of coffee. When she came in, she seemed a little uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere in the room, and the coffee pot flicked.

At this time, Nick’s face gradually showed a ghostly smile, then his big white teeth were grinning, and he madly pounded the table and laughed.

“Constantin…you always have that sense of humor. As cold as a damn Englishman!”

The coffee on the table almost spilled out, but Nick ignored it. Instead, he turned his head and asked the hostess: “Madam, this is a map you drew when you were young. To be honest, it makes me uncomfortable!” My mind flashed quickly–when the map sent by Chen Ang arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D., the agents were like enemies, and there were many inspection items.

“Can you draw another picture for me…I want to keep a memorial!” Nick said frankly.

The hostess was a little at a loss, she subconsciously squeezed the lace of the apron, her hands tightened the apron uneasy.

Mr. Luke reminded her indifferently: “My dear… there is nothing to paint?”

Nick pretended to be surprised: “Could it be that I offended?”

The hostess said with great difficulty: “No…no!” She picked up the pen and drew graffiti on the white paper next to her, but the drawing was not good at all. In the end, it made a mess. Chen Ang came out to stop him and said, “Okay. Don’t draw anymore… let you give the map!”

Nick widened his eyes and asked, “Then what do you commemorate? Constantine investigator?”

“Since you want it so much, why should I be loved by others?” Chen Ang said: “Souvenirs can be anything, I just accept some worthless gifts from beneficiaries, no matter whether those things have other meanings, they come to me. Say, it makes a lot of sense. My career has given them extraordinary meaning!”

The host, Luke, relaxed and smiled: “As long as you want, we can give you anything here-as a gift!”

Chen Ang glanced around and didn’t seem to see anything of interest.

Until he found a strange key that the hostess put down in the coffee pot, he picked up the key on the table and shook it in front of them, “How about this master key?”