"Ah...sneezes, my god, it freezes to death."

"Shut up, Smith, you are still wearing a trench coat anyway."

"This can blame me, who told you to be demeanor and not temperature. It's December, so I wear a suit and deserve to freeze to death."

"I said, two big brothers, can we enter the house and make a noise again? It's okay for you two to sit in the back, I'm in the front, and the cold wind blows all over me."

"You are ashamed to say that at first you thought you were driving a car, but it turned out to be a motorcycle."

With trembling, Skoff took out the key with both hands, opened the door, and Wick and Smith squeezed into the house quickly while holding their shoulders and shrinking their heads.

"This is where you live? Tsk tsk..."

Smith and Wick looked around. Although they didn't speak, their expressions said everything.

Skoff rolled his eyes and said, "I don't think I am worthy of you. You can go out now instead of giving it away!"

"Okay, when I get warm, I will leave immediately."

Smith rubbed his hands and breathed: "There is no heating... Oh my God, where's the hot water?"

"I have a blanket in my room, so let's put it on first."

Skoff took out the blanket from his bedroom and threw it to Smith and Wick, shivering to boil hot water.

The three of them squeezed a motorcycle and suddenly came this way, not to mention the cold wind, the light and dew were soaking the clothes. Wick and Smith took off their coats and put on a dry and warm blanket. After Skoff brought the hot tea, their faces immediately showed contented smiles.

As he was shrinking on the sofa, wearing a blanket, holding a teacup in his hand, he was drinking tea. The door suddenly opened, and a black-haired woman walked in: "Skoff, you bastard, where did you go all day, and the phone couldn't get through..."

She closed her mouth abruptly and stared blankly at the three people curled up on the sofa, like refugees.

An awkward atmosphere spread in the air.

After a while, Skoff said dryly: "Maya, listen to me..."

The woman stretched out her hand, closed her eyes and shook her head: "Let's say, how long have you maintained this relationship? Also, is this done already, or is it just about to start?"

"..."

The three men looked at each other. After a while, they shivered, wrapped their blankets tightly, and quickly opened the distance between each other.

"No, honey, this is not what you think..."

Excited, Skoff stood up in a hurry and accidentally pulled the blanket off, exposing his heart-protecting hair.

"Relax, Skoff, I will not discriminate against you..."

"What? No, you misunderstood, Maya, you definitely misunderstood something."

"No need to explain, Skoff, to be honest, I am envious that you can find such a handsome male god...and you are still two!"

With that, the woman swallowed.

"Mega, this place can't stay any longer."

Wick and Smith felt goose bumps all over their bodies and quickly stood up.

"I want to go home, I miss my wife so much now."

"Same, did not call last night, my fiancee should be very worried about me."

Seeing Wick and Smith who were hurriedly wearing their coats, the woman curled her lips: "I have a wife and fiancee, and I'm still playing with this...Bah, scumbag!"

Wick: "..."

Smith: "..."

The woman smiled and stepped forward to take a pat... It could also be touched. These two male gods had strong arms and smiled: "Just kidding, don't take it seriously. Let me introduce myself first, I'm Skoff's. Girlfriend-Maya, you two..."

Smith ignored her, just drew the gun, unloaded the magazine and took a look, then turned to Wick and said, "I have no bullets, how about you?"

Wick said with a cold face: "Same."

"That's no way." Smith put the gun away and looked around, "Use a pillow, there is blood everywhere with the knife, and it is very troublesome to clean up afterwards."

"It's okay," Wick said lightly, "I know a cleaning company that specializes in this business. They clean it very cleanly every time, and they never leave any clues."

"That's great."

Smith looked at Maya and Skoff with a grin.

Skoff was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak. After this night of battle, he had already seen that the two goods were in the wrong way.

After all, who is all right to go out with a gun on his waist?

Uh... This is the United States. It seems that there is nothing wrong with carrying a gun.

But Smith once asked for a grenade?

So Skoff suspected that they were either secret agents or secret agents, but now it seems that they are more like killers...

"Ha ha……"

On the contrary, Maya couldn't help but laughed, reached out and patted Smith on the cheek, and smiled: "Are you still playing role-playing? It's so cute, my God, I'm a little moved. But it's not the time to talk about this..."

Maya turned around abruptly and pointed to the pale Skoff: "Where have you been in the past two days? Susan has been chasing me for your latest photos. Do you know our current family situation? No income anymore. , You don’t even want to live in this kind of house."

Skoff said with a grimace: "My dear, it's not that I didn't work hard. On the contrary, I have been following a big news for the past two days. If it is exposed, the photos will definitely sell for a good price."

"What about the photo?"

"...It broke." Skoff almost cried. "The most important shots were thrown into the subway along with the camera."

"Subway?" Maya was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing in the subway?"

Skoff explained the two days, especially last night, in detail. This talk cannot be explained in a few words, especially since Skoff mentioned Sharon's question about him at the beginning, and Wick and Smith stayed with curiosity.

When Skoff finally finished speaking, the tea was re-made three times, and it was bright outside.

"...In short, this is the case. I have followed the man in black to determine his address, work unit, and movement trajectory to and from get off work."

Scouf took out a stack of photos from the darkroom and spread them on the table, annoyed: "But when he committed the crime last night, the most important photos were ruined. Oh my god, it's so unlucky."

"Man, it's strange that you met Sharon, if you are not unlucky in the back."

Wick and Smith glanced at each other~lightnovelpub.net~ but neither of them said anything.

"Skoff, my dear, it's not that I don't believe you, but you can't prove anything just by the evidence you have now."

Maya took the photo and shook her head and said, "Perhaps we should call the police. This matter should be handled by the police. As for you, you should shift your attention to other places."

"You still don't understand, Maya, look at the newspapers I collected." Skoff was a little excited. "No matter what you say, I can be sure that most of the disappearances in the past three years should have something to do with that guy. "

He moved out a stack of newspapers: "Look at these victims, if they are not vagrants, or they are foreigners who can't resist their lives, or gangs and addicts who don't care at all..."

"Trust me, Maya, as long as I grasp the substantive evidence, we will be famous, rich, and prosperous."

Skoff clenched his fists tightly.

"Jingle Bell……"

In the narcissistic atmosphere of Skoff, a cell phone ringing suddenly rang out of season. Smith nodded apologetically, took out his phone and hid away.

After a while, he came back and said to Skoff: "Brother, don't check, it's not as simple as you think."

Skoff was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

Smith shrugged: "It's very simple. On the way here, I sent a text message. Let others call the police anonymously, and then the police raided the slaughterhouse an hour ago, but they found nothing."

"How can it be?"

Skoff opened his mouth wide.

Wick frowned: "Where is the subway platform hidden under the slaughterhouse?"

"This is the strangest place," Smith said solemnly. "There is no platform. The police have detected it. There is nothing but dirt under the slaughterhouse."