The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 158 Reverend McCormick

Speaking of Hulk running away...

... It seems that he has been locked up since the last time he went berserk and killed many people.

It should be on the S.H.I.E.L.D. mothership now...or some special prison.

Thinking of this, He Nan frowned.

... Hulk is too much of a threat when he can't control himself.

There is no way to lock him up like this... After all, if his power can be used in a good place all the time, who would be willing to lock him up?
He Nan left the sad old man with complicated emotions.

It feels like staying here will be swallowed by negative energy.

He could understand that such an old man would wholeheartedly support the election of Norman Osborn and support the Mutant Extermination Act.

Because he hates mutants so much, he will choose whichever politician has a high-pressure policy on mutants.

Hey……

...It feels like living together in a world where contradictions in all aspects are extremely sharp.

He Nan turned his head to look at the high place.

It should be here.

Daisy's grave is at the highest point of the Fallen Leaves Cemetery.

The scenery here can be said to be the best.

... Correspondingly, the location is also the most expensive.

They bought the cemetery here for their daughter, perhaps hoping that she can see more beautiful scenery after her death.

He Nan thought so, wishing he could see the pastor on it.

And hope came true.

He could see Daisy's tombstone.

...with a bouquet of flowers of various colors on it.

It seems that the pastor picked it from a potted plant he had grown himself.

He saw many pots of flowers and plants on the pastor's balcony.

As for the figure of the pastor...

...also here.

He Nan looked at the pastor who was sitting on a stone chair not far away, quietly looking into the distance, holding a hat in his hands, and dressed in black, and walked over quietly.

"Hello, is this Milo McCormick?" Ho Nan came to the priest and asked.

"Ah... that's me." The pastor recovered from his obsessive state, looked at He Nan and said with a smile, "Is there something wrong, sir?"

"Yes, I'm He Nan, a professional detective. I'm investigating a case." He Nan looked at him, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Is it with that little girl named Daisy Marvell over there?" about girls."

"Ah...that's right." The pastor raised his head slightly, looked at the sky and said, "...that was really a tragedy."

"Well, yes...it's horrible." He Nan also sighed: "So, I hope to find out the truth about her murder, and I came here to seek your help."

"Yes, Mr. Ho Nan... But I'm afraid I can't help you." McCormick turned his head and said in a serious and slightly helpless tone: "I'm afraid you know everything I can know."

"No, pastor, I don't know much." He Nan shook his head: "I hope you can help, okay?"

"Sir, I'm afraid I need to see your ID." The pastor said this after a slight silence.

"Look." He Nan showed his detective certificate.

"...Ask." The pastor sighed and patted his side: "Please sit down, we can talk slowly."

"Okay." Ho Nan sat beside him: "Then... I'm starting to ask—may I ask if you know where Isaac Marvel and his son Rick have gone?"

"I don't know." The pastor replied.

"Really?" He Nan asked tentatively: "Mr. Pastor, I went to the church, and another pastor there said that you were not feeling well and asked for sick leave, but why are you here now? So is Isaac, For no reason, I skipped my most ardent worship, and suddenly left the house..."

"...I'm really uncomfortable." The pastor said: "But it's not good to lie at home, so I came here to sweep the grave, look at this poor child, and pray that she can go to heaven and be with the Lord, happy Ankang. I don't know what Isaac thinks."

"...Okay." He Nan had to admit that it was useless for him to pursue this reason.

Because if it's an excuse, it's perfect for a pastor.

After all, in the Christian concept, if you convert to the Lord but remain indifferent to religion, you may end up in hell.

So someone needs to come and bless you, or do something good and ask the Lord to bless you.

From the pastor to you personally blessing, the effect is of course very good.

... So He Nan couldn't ask any more questions, because no matter how you asked him, he could just prevaricate in this way, and you still couldn't find any faults.This is the daughter of his best friend, a believer who was baptized by his hand.

"Then, Mr. Pastor, I have something else to ask you."

"Excuse me, as long as I know something, I will tell you."

"Okay—that's Daisy, her body was found in the Raspberry Park tunnel, wasn't it?"

"Ah."

"Then, what was the state of the corpse?"

"...I didn't dare to see that scene with my own eyes, so I don't know." The pastor's expression was a little painful: "...You should ask others about this."

"Then, apart from the Marvell family and the police, who else saw the corpse?" He Nan asked.

"Are you referring to the scene?"

"Correct."

"I'm afraid there is no one I know." McCormick replied: "Sorry, Mr. Ho Nan, it seems that I really can't help you."

"Hey..." He Nan was in a dilemma: Regarding the state of the corpse, he didn't know whether he was really ignorant or deliberately concealing it.

The conversation didn't go well at all.

Forget it, then I can only ask some other questions...

"Excuse me, have you ever heard Marvell say that his wife was eaten by a monster?"

"...I haven't heard of it."

"Mr. Pastor, have you heard that the Marvell family will comfort the two children that there are monsters in the house?"

"...I haven't heard of it, sorry."

He Nan watched the pastor's expression carefully, trying to find out which words he lied about.

Too bad the pastor has a poker face most of the time.There is no expression fluctuation at all.

... is a master.

That's right, He Nan tried to ask such a question out of desperation.

"So... have you heard that Isaac hired a psychiatrist for Rick recently?"

"Well, I heard it."

Finally asked something useful!
"Then, what kind of mental illness does Rick have now?"

"do not know."

Ah, I don't know!

He Nan was speechless when he heard this.

This guy absolutely lied.

And said a lot of panic.

He didn't want to talk about anything, I'm afraid he was covering for Isaac.

So why might this content be bad for Isaac?

... No, I have to find a way to get him into the army.

He Nan thought so carefully, and took a breath.

What to say?

...It must be sufficiently exciting content.

Enough to shake him.

He Nan fell into thought.

In the end, I remembered a bold assumption of my own.

How about...just try it out!

(End of this chapter)