"Oh sneeze, oh my god, it's freezing me to death."
"Shut up, Smith, you're still wearing a windbreaker after all."
"Can you blame me? Who told you to only care about your demeanor and not the temperature? It's already December and you deserve to freeze to death if you're wearing a suit."
"I said, brothers, can we go inside and stop arguing? It's okay for you two to sit in the back. I'm in the front, and the cold wind is blowing all over me."
"You have the nerve to say that at first I thought you were driving a car, but it turned out to be a motorcycle."
With trembling hands, Scott took out the key and opened the door. Wick and Smith quickly squeezed into the house, covering their shoulders and shrinking their heads.
"This is where you live."
Smith and Wick looked around. Although they didn't speak, their expressions said it all.
Scott rolled his eyes and said, "I feel I'm not worthy of you two, so you can go out now without sending me away."
"Okay, I'll leave as soon as I warm up."
Smith rubbed his hands and sighed: "There is no heating, but hot water."
"I have a blanket in my room, so let's just put it on for now."
Scott took out a blanket from his bedroom, threw it to Smith and Wick, and went to heat hot water while shivering.
The three of them squeezed into a motorcycle, and their clothes were soaked with dew, not to mention the cold wind. Wick and Smith took off their coats and put on dry and warm blankets. After waiting for Scott to bring the hot tea, they both had satisfied smiles on their faces.
Just as the three of them were huddled on the sofa, wrapped in blankets, holding teacups in their hands, sipping tea happily. The door suddenly opened, and a black-haired woman walked in: "Scoff, you bastard, where have you been running all day? You can't get through the phone."
She closed her mouth suddenly and stared at the three people huddled on the sofa like refugees.
An awkward atmosphere spread in the air.
After a while, Scott said dryly: "Maya, please listen to my explanation."
The woman stretched out her hand, closed her eyes and shook her head: "Tell me, how long have you been in this relationship? Is it already over, or are you just getting ready to start?"
""
The three men looked at each other, and after a moment, they each shivered, wrapped themselves tightly in blankets, and quickly distanced themselves from each other.
"No, honey, it's not what you think."
Because of his excitement, Scott stood up in a hurry and accidentally pulled off the blanket, revealing a slap to protect his heart hair.
"Don't worry, Scott, I won't discriminate against you."
"No, you misunderstood, Maya, you definitely misunderstood something."
"No need to explain, Scott, to be honest, I'm very envious of you for being able to find such a handsome man and having two of them."
As she spoke, the woman swallowed.
"Hey, I can't stay in this place anymore."
Wick and Smith felt goosebumps all over their bodies and stood up quickly.
"I want to go home. I miss my wife very much now."
"Same, I didn't call last night. My fiancée should be worried about me."
Looking at Wick and Smith who were hurriedly putting on their coats, the woman curled her lips: "You already have a wife and a fiancée, and you still do this, you scumbag."
Wick: ""
Smith: ""
The woman smiled, stepped forward and patted or touched the strong arms of the two male gods, and said with a smile: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously. Let me introduce myself first, I am Scott's girlfriend Maya , you two"
Smith ignored her, just pulled out his gun, took out the magazine and looked at it, then turned to Wick and said, "I'm out of bullets, what about you?"
Wick said with a cold face: "Same."
"Then there's nothing we can do." Smith put away the gun and looked around, "Use a pillow. There will be blood everywhere with the knife, and it will be troublesome to clean up afterward."
"It's okay," Wick said calmly, "I know a cleaning company that specializes in this business. They clean everything very clean every time and leave absolutely no traces."
"That's great."
Smith looked at Maya and Skoff with a ferocious smile.
Scott was too frightened to speak. After this night of fighting, he had already seen that the two guys were going the wrong way.
After all, who doesn’t go out with a gun on their waist
Well, this is the United States, and there seems to be nothing wrong with carrying a gun.
But Smith once asked for a grenade
So Scott suspected that they were either agents or secret agents, but now it seems that they look more like killers.
"Ha ha"
Instead, Maya couldn't help but burst out laughing. She reached out and patted Smith's cheek, smiling and saying, "It's so cute to play role-playing. Oh my god, I'm a little excited. But now is not the time to talk about this."
Maya turned around suddenly and pointed at the pale Scott: "Where have you been these past two days? Susan has been chasing me for your latest photos. Do you know our current family situation? No more income, You can’t even think of living in this kind of house.”
Scott made a grimace: "Dear, it's not that I haven't worked hard. On the contrary, I have been tracking a big news these past two days. If it is exposed, the photos will definitely sell for a good price."
"What about the photo?"
"It was shattered." Scott almost cried. "The most critical shots were thrown into the subway along with the camera."
"Subway" Maya was slightly startled, "Why are you taking pictures of the subway?"
Scott talked about the past two days, especially last night, in detail. This lecture cannot be explained clearly in just a few sentences, especially since Scott initially mentioned what Sherron asked him about, and Wick and Smith also stayed curiously.
By the time Scott finished speaking, the tea had been brewed three times, and it was already bright outside.
"In short, this is what happened. I have followed the man in black and determined his address, workplace, and movement to and from get off work."
Scott took out a stack of photos from the darkroom, spread them out on the table, and said with some annoyance: "But when he committed the crime last night, the most important photos were destroyed. Oh my God, it's so unlucky."
"Brother, if you meet Xie Lun, you won't be unlucky later."
Wick and Smith looked at each other, but neither of them said anything.
"Scoff, dear, it's not that I don't believe you, but the evidence you have now cannot prove anything at all."
Maya held the photo, shook her head and said, "Maybe we should call the police and leave this matter to the police. As for you, you should divert your attention elsewhere."
"You still don't understand, Maya, look at the newspapers I collected." Scott was a little excited, "No matter how far away you are, I can be sure that most of the disappearances in the past three years should be related to that guy. "
He took out another stack of newspapers: "Look at these victims, they are either homeless people, expatriates who cannot resist life, or gangsters, drug addicts and the like who no one cares about."
"Believe me, Maya, as long as I seize substantial evidence, we will become famous, rich, and popular."
Scott clenched his fists tightly.
"Jingle Bell"
In the atmosphere of Scott's self-absorption, a cell phone ringtone suddenly rang at an inappropriate time. Smith nodded apologetically, took out his cell phone and hid aside.
After a while, he came back and said to Scott: "Brother, stop checking. This matter is not as simple as you think."
Scott was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Smith shrugged: "It's very simple. On the way here, I sent a text message. I asked others to call the police anonymously, and then the police raided the slaughterhouse an hour ago, but unfortunately nothing was found."
"How can it be"
Scoof opened his mouth.
Wick frowned: "Where is the subway platform hidden under the slaughterhouse?"
"This is the strangest part," Smith said solemnly. "There is no platform. The police have detected it. There is nothing under the slaughterhouse except dirt."