"Dear? Is it you? Are you back?" The middle-aged housewife held a large bag of groceries in her arms. She carefully took out the key, put it into the box next to the door, and closed the door gently, "Dear ?”
No one responded. The housewife leaned against the door, took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, walked through the living room as silently as possible, hunched over and tiptoed, and ran into the kitchen. Place the groceries on the floor and turn around, behind the third drawer on the right side of the oven. The housewife bent her body, stretched her whole arm into the deepest part of the drawer, and fiddled with something anxiously.
When she stood up, the housewife already had a gun in her hand!
What kind of person hides a gun in their kitchen? !
Well, now this housewife with a panicked expression and trembling hands holding a gun is such a person.
She moved slowly towards the backyard. Just before entering her home, she saw someone flashing past her backyard! As she got closer to the back, her heart beat faster and faster...
"Mrs. Coulson."
"Ah!" the housewife yelled, her body jumped up like a frightened rabbit, and the gun she held in her hand dropped in fright!
"Oh!! James! Don't scare me like that!" Mrs. Coulson pressed her hands on her chest, bent over, and looked at her husband's new partner with lingering shock, "Never! Never be silent. Stay close to others!”
James watched expressionlessly as Mrs. Coulson picked up the gun from the ground, "Is Detective Coulson here?"
The door from the kitchen to the backyard was pushed open. Detective Coulson looked at his wife and James with some surprise. He quickly took the gun from his wife and turned off the safety: "Honey, what are you doing!"
Mrs. Coulson finally felt relieved when she saw her husband. She jumped directly into her husband's arms: "I saw a figure flashing across the yard! I thought it was some kind of criminal!"
Detective Coulson patted his wife on the back and gave James a look that said, 'Go away! We need ** space! 'James casually took the fruit on the kitchen table and entered the backyard.
"That's the witness in the current case." Coulson comforted his wife: "Why didn't you call me?"
Mrs. Coulson pushed Coulson away, "I shouted! I shouted ten thousand times! You didn't promise me! What are you doing! Why don't you promise!"
Although Coulson knew that 'ten thousand times' was a very exaggerated metaphor, now was not the time to care about these details, "I'm sorry, honey. I must not have heard you!"
Mrs. Coulson glared at her husband and turned around to start sorting the groceries she had put down earlier. The only difference between uneasiness and security was Coulson's presence. Aside from hiding deadly weapons in the kitchen, this seemed to be a very happy family.
Mrs. Coulson looked at her watch. It was two in the afternoon. While sorting it out, she asked her husband: "Why did you come back at this time? I didn't see your car."
"Uh." Coulson rubbed his nose. Because this case was not an official record, the police department's public resources could not be used, but explaining it seemed to only make his wife worry, "There is a problem, and it is being repaired. Child. Woolen cloth?"
"Don't change the subject!" Mrs. Coulson glared at her husband again, and then rolled her eyes: "Today is not the weekend! Of course we are still in school!"
"Oh! Haha. Then I'll continue..." Coulson smirked, moved back, and pointed his finger at the backyard. He wanted to just quit silently and continue working. But he discovered something was wrong. His wife didn't seem to be sorting out the groceries, but packing them. Various kitchen utensils were put into a big bag, "Are you going somewhere?"
Mrs. Coulson slammed her hand on the table and glared at Coulson: "I knew it! You forgot! Today is Lisa's birthday! I'm going to Lisa's house to prepare for the birthday party! And you have to pick up the children from school! I knew it! You forgot everything! Didn’t you?”
Coulson was stunned for a moment, and he remembered that today is the birthday of his daughter's best friend, Lisa. And as early as a week ago, he promised that even if it was not a weekend, he would let his two children enjoy the best birthday party!
"That's great!" Mrs. Coulson said something completely inconsistent with the expression on her face: "Your car broke down! What a perfect excuse!" Mrs. Coulson carried the big bag behind her back and used it while stepping back. He yelled at Coulson with exaggerated body language: "And you came home with your work! Look! Another good excuse! I think I'm going to tell the kids at the 'perfect' party you promised, Coulson Uncle is protecting the peace of Barton! Can’t come to the party!…”
boom!
Mrs. Coulson slammed the door, and Detective Coulson stood there blankly. He blinked and silently walked to the door. He took out the key that Mrs. Coulson had forgotten from the box, opened the door, and handed it to the man who was buried in the door. Mrs. Coulson rummaging through the bag.
"Thank you!" Mrs. Coulson took the key, shook her head, and strode away.
You see, this is a happy family...
Detective Coulson sighed and watched his wife get into the car and leave safely before closing the door. He planned in his mind that if Fitz followed James for a few hours, there would be no problem with his life, right? After all, how long can a kids party last without alcohol!
With this thought in mind, Coulson returned to the backyard and walked straight to his studio.
Fitz was still sitting cautiously on one side, trying not to look at the clue wall filled with photos and red lines. Just now, he felt a little uncomfortable because of those disgusting photos, so he went to the backyard to get some fresh air, not wanting to disturb Mrs. Coulson. He looked at Detective Coulson apologetically.
James stood in front of the clue wall, but with his back to the clue, his eyes on Fitz, holding a half-eaten apple in his hand.
"Detective Lance! Why are you here?" Coulson's mood changed quickly and he immediately got to work! He clearly remembered that when he left the police station, he ordered his partner to go to the Barton Telecommunications Bureau to keep an eye on David!
"David is not here." James said calmly, "He was sent out to check the lines."
Coulson pulled James over and stared at him in disbelief: "Then why did you come to my place? Why didn't you follow him?!"
"I followed you, but you lost me." James took a bite of the apple and still looked at Fitz.
Coulson opened his mouth. Half of the resume information in James Lance's file was blacked out secret missions! He has lost track of such a guy now
"Hey! Son!" Coulson reached out and grabbed James' collar: "When I talk to you! You have to look into my eyes!"
Forgive Coulson! He was really angry with this guy! So much so that at such a moment, the intimidating power of the surname 'Lance' was temporarily outweighed by anger!
James pushed Coulson away with his palms, and finally looked at Coulson!
Coulson didn't expect that the other party would resist. He was stunned for a moment and then rushed forward to teach this guy a lesson!
"Detective!" Fitz rushed in front of the two of them and timidly stretched out his hand to stop them: "No, don't be angry! You, you have to cooperate! There is a murderer wandering outside! You have to cooperate!"
Fitz's shoulders trembled and he didn't dare to make eye contact with the two of them. He lowered his head and moved his feet quickly unconsciously. It was obvious that this otaku was not good at facing conflicts, but he ignored his fear and stood between the two of them.
Coulson took a deep breath. Perhaps because of his identity as a police detective, he did have many bad habits, such as temper. But he also knows that this is not the time to resolve his dissatisfaction with his partner, at least not in front of an ordinary person who needs help!
"Forget it!" Coulson sorted out his clothes and decided to apply to the leader of the homicide team tomorrow to change his partner!
Coulson knew that with James by his side, he might never be able to calmly analyze the case. Coulson took out a note from the table in the studio and handed it to James: "Yours!"
"What is this?" James took the note, glanced at it, and his pupils shrank instantly. Of course, this slight change could not have been noticed by Coulson who was angry and didn't want to look at him!
"Someone is looking for you at the police station. This is his phone number!" Coulson said impatiently, "Now go do your own thing and don't bother me here!"
Coulson retracted the idea of letting James protect Fitz. This partner is too unreliable! It seems that he has no choice but to go to the party with this burden...
"Coulson, Fitz, stay safe." When James left, he suddenly turned to the two of them.
Coulson frowned. He couldn't understand what such straightforward words meant. Was this guy expressing goodwill? Coulson waved his hand and ignored it.