Chapter 1544: The Sun Chaser (V)

"Boss, we found the bullet. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

A strong black police officer came out with a transparent evidence bag. George took the bag from him and walked into the room of the crime scene.

When crossing the cordon, George winked at the detective next to him. The trainee police officer was very alert and took an extra pair of gloves and a pair of shoe covers. So Jameson followed George into the crime scene.

The first crime scene was in the bedroom of Hu Ji's house. Now there was only a red silk thread tracing the direction of the blood splash. There was no body, so there was no picture that stimulated the senses.

"It has been confirmed as the first crime scene. The victim was shot with a pistol. The bullet hit the temple and killed him in one shot. Therefore, there was no sign of struggle." A female police officer stepped forward and said.

"Was the victim killed in his sleep?"

"No." The female police officer shook her head and said, "He was sitting here at the time, probably working late at night. The murderer appeared behind him, and the moment he turned around, the bullet hit the side of his head accurately."

George lowered his head and looked at the bullet in the transparent evidence bag. He frowned slightly, and a puzzled look flashed across his eyes. He looked at the bullet and whispered, "Magnum? Wear marks... Did the murderer use a revolver?"

Jameson next to him lowered his voice and said, "I haven't seen Spider-Man use a gun, but is he also a retro gun enthusiast? ? "

"I think the possibility of Spider-Man taking action has been reduced to the lowest level." George also lowered his voice and said: "Unless he is receiving strict firearms training and professional infiltration skills when he is not hanging around, there is no way to explain how he suddenly appeared behind Huggie, raised his gun, fired, and shot his head in one go. If he hesitated a little, the crime scene would not be like this now. "

George crossed the red silk thread in the field again, walked to the place where Huggie fell, checked the blood traces there, and came to the window sill to check the dust on the surface of the window sill, and found nothing.

"The other party is a sophisticated killer, cautious, calm and cruel." George looked up and down the window and said, "The same as those I have seen before, and more confident than them, because he used a revolver with only a few bullets."

"You go back to the police station first." George waved to the other police officers and asked them to go first. He took Jameson to the door and said, "Now we first need to determine whether Hu Ji was killed because of the views in his report. The way to determine it is to investigate whether people who share the same views as him have encountered danger recently."

"If this is Spider-Man's revenge as you said, then he can't just retaliate against Hu Ji. Those who have led the discrediting reports on him can't escape, including you, Mr. Jameson."

Jameson immediately felt a little nervous. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm just reporting the facts. If he didn't do those things, can I make them up out of thin air?"

"Yes, but just like You said that a person who takes revenge out of anger will not care so much. Even if you are the only truth in those smear reports, he will only think that you are in cahoots with them. "

Jameson's face turned red with anger, and he didn't even care about being afraid. He said loudly: "I thought he would have some ability to distinguish! When the first generation of Spider-Man died, I wrote an obituary for him, and I felt sorry for him sincerely, and I felt ashamed for those who smeared his reputation after his death!"

"We can't be sure it's him now." George comforted Jameson, took him to the police car outside the door, and said: "But we do have to go back to your residence to make sure no one is bothering you."

Soon, the police car drove to the door of Jameson's house. As a newspaper owner who has achieved some success in the news industry, Jameson's home is in a villa in the suburbs of New York City. When the door of the villa was opened, the yard was calm and there was no sign of intrusion.

They walked into the living room and found nothing unusual, but soon Jameson found a note on the coffee table that did not belong to this house. It said-"Leave New York and don't come back within two months."

George took the note and looked at the notes on it carefully, frowning even more, and said: "The other party looks like a person who often uses a fountain pen. The arcs and pauses in his handwriting are more in line with the usage habits of the fountain pen tip."

"Could it be another newspaper editor?"

George shook his head to indicate that he was not sure. He touched his chin and said: "There may be some connection between the revolver and the use of fountain pens, but there are too few clues to be sure."

"What should we do now?"

"You wait here, just sit here until the evening, I'll go to the yard to take a look."

Jameson sat on the sofa with some trepidation, feeling uneasy but forcing himself to calm down. The appearance of this note showed that he was indeed involved in this matter, and whether he would become the next Hu Ji could only be left to fate.

Night soon fell, and the familiar living room of the villa seemed haunted. Jameson could clearly hear his own heartbeat, but soon he heard the sound of something falling to the ground even more clearly.

As if it was a deliberate reminder, a figure slowly approached from the darkness. Jameson quickened his breathing and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

But the figure did not move forward, but stood at the edge of the darkness, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "I am Spider-Man. You saw the note I left for you, why don't you leave?"

"Spider-Man?!" Jameson screamed in a raised voice, and then he saw the revolver hanging on the other party's waist. Without bothering to understand the deep meaning of it, Jameson asked: "Did you kill Huggie?"

"He deserves to die."

"Don't move, stand there!" George rushed out of the back door of the house, holding the gun with both hands and aiming at the figure in the dark.

The figure opposite did not react at all, but turned and walked into the darkness, leaving behind the last words: "Jameson, I reminded you, leave New York."

After that, he rushed to the window and jumped out at a speed that neither of them could see clearly, disappearing into the night. George slowly put down his gun, stared at the place where the figure left and said: "Did you see the gun on his waist? He is the murderer who killed Huggie."

"Spider-Man... He is Spider-Man!" Jameson said somewhat collapsed: "Spider-Man's ghost is back for revenge, he killed Huggie!"

George turned his head and looked at Jameson and said: "This kind of experienced killer doesn't tell the truth, he can't be..."

"He is Spider-Man!" Jameson raised his voice and said: "I will never be wrong, I said, I have been paying attention to Spider-Man for a long time, I know every detail about him, he is definitely Spider-Man!"

"It must be the generation of Spider-Man who died in vain who came back for revenge!" Jameson took a deep breath and said: "Because those people slandered his reputation after his death, his soul was restless, so he crawled out of the grave Come, he's going to make those people pay the price!"

"Then why didn't he kill you?"

"Because I didn't slander him!" Jameson turned to look at George and said, "That's why I said this is Spider-Man's ghost, he can tell who his enemies are! He saw everything in hell!"

"Your imagination is a bit too rich, Mr. Jameson." George put away his gun, and Jameson had jumped up from his seat. He rushed upstairs in a panic, shouting as he ran, "I have to go on vacation for a few more months until the ghost comes back." Calm his anger. "

George sighed helplessly and had to walk out the door and take the police car back to the police station. But just as he returned to the police station, a subordinate came over with a stern face and said, "Bad news, boss, a chief editor of the Global Times was just found dead in his home in Manhattan. The time of death was about half an hour ago. Do you want to go and see it?"

George did not ask more questions, but rushed to the crime scene immediately. The first crime scene was also the bedroom of the deceased. He was also shot dead, and even the Magnum bullet and the wear marks on it were the same.

This time, George focused on checking all the entrances and exits, but found no traces of communication. It was a very typical closed room murder case. George and his subordinates stayed up all night and found no useful clues.

At dawn, George drove home. As soon as he inserted the key into the lock, the door opened. Gwen stood inside and looked at him with a smile and said, "Dad, why did you come back now? Did you forget that tomorrow is your birthday?"

George was in a trance for a moment, shook his head helplessly and said, "I almost forgot about it. Let me guess, you prepared your handmade gift for me again. What is it this time? Scarf, clay figure or photo frame?"

"I plan to make a cake for you and I am preparing the materials." Gwen made way for George to come in. She walked in front and came to the kitchen counter to continue to organize the baking utensils.

"Also, Peter asked me to apologize to you. He was supposed to attend your birthday party, but his good friend Harry Osborn encountered some emotional problems. They are now in Hollywood to deal with them. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to come back."

"It doesn't matter. I told him a long time ago that he should travel more instead of staying in the laboratory every day. Don't you have any travel plans?"

Gwen stroked her hair and said, "I plan to go to Hollywood to find him, but I have to spend my father's birthday with him first."

"Even if you don't do this, I won't think you are the kind of girl who runs away with her boyfriend and never comes back." George laughed and started to prepare breakfast.

During the meal, Gwen found that George was always distracted, so she asked curiously. George muttered a few words, but still said, "It's about Spider-Man again."

As usual, he repeated what happened today with Gwen in a complaining tone, and then sighed.

"Isn't it strange that Jameson insisted that the weirdo was Spider-Man? Although I didn't say it at the time, I saw that his face, figure, and behavior did look like Spider-Man."

"But he is dark and mysterious all over, and his killing method is very skilled. He is a cruel killer. His temperament is completely different from Spider-Man."

Gwen paused with her hand holding the fork and asked, "So what is Spider-Man's temperament like?"

George pursed his lips and summed it up, saying: "Sunny, optimistic, heartless, like the kind of white boy who would scream when he saw a plane take off."

Gwen couldn't help but burst out laughing, then covered her mouth with her hands and coughed twice. George looked at her and sighed.

"Although I often say that Spider-Man is not serious, that is within the acceptable range for a young man to get into trouble, but this is obviously not."

"Killer Spider-Man? Is there anything worse in the world than this?"