The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 428 Physical Exorcism
"Hey!" He Nan stepped on the injured foot of the man who was still desperately crawling outward, and shouted angrily, "You still want to run?! Save me! Be honest, I have something to ask you!"

"Cough!" He whimpered in pain from his throat: "It hurts—let go! Let me go! Oops—it hurts! Take me to the hospital! I want to sue!" You hurt people maliciously and beat me into a disability!"

"Oh, you still want to sue us? You think too much!" He Nan picked him up, grabbed his collar with one hand like a chicken, and frowned: "You were sneaky just now." What are you looking at there?"

There was indeed a package in the back row just now.

...Although there is no 250 million in it, but only some tools.

Pack some sacks, plastic bags, wrenches, wire cutters, etc.

"I didn't see anything!"

"Then what is this?"

He Nan pulled out the lockpicking tool from his pocket and sneered.

He had noticed earlier that the man was groping for the place as he fell to the ground.

"My own tool, why do I need to explain it to you?!"

Even though he saw his stuff being exposed, he still spoke bluntly with professionalism.

"Let go of me! Or I—ahhh!"

He Nan slammed him against the wall, making his eyes stare.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his arm being slowly twisted in an unnatural direction with great force, which made him howl in pain one after another.

"Let go! Let go! Me, my arm—!"

"Okay, let me ask you again."

He Nan temporarily stopped moving his arm, let it stand there in a posture about to be dislocated, and asked again.

"Just now, what were you doing?"

"I... I just want to see what's in your car... ahhhh!"

He let out a scream.

He Nan decisively broke his arm until it was dislocated easily, then grabbed the other arm and repeated the routine just now.

"Wrong answer, let me ask again." He Nan said slowly, "Just now, what were you doing beside our car?"

"Steal! Steal! Fuck!"

He finally confessed in tears.

"Look, it's not that difficult to tell the truth, right? What do you want to steal?" He Nan smiled, and then asked the question.

"Just, just to see if there is anything good in it..."

"Then did you see it?"

"No, I didn't see what I wanted to steal... woo woo... I was wrong, let me go!"

"I haven't finished asking." He Nan snorted, and then asked, "Do you know what's inside that package in the back row?"

"I do not know……!"

"Really? Think about it carefully." He Nan shook his head.

"I don't know--ahhhhh!"

He Nan violently broke and dislocated his arm.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked him to the ground, walked around him, and continued to ask viciously: "Okay...! You'd better answer me honestly... I will ask you again, do you know what is inside?" ?”

"I really... really don't know... woo woo woo... please forgive me, big brother..."

"It seems that your memory still hasn't recovered." He Nan still couldn't believe him, so he stepped on his nose, breaking the bridge of his nose with a crisp cracking sound.

"Yahahahahah!"

"Maybe you'll remember it this time, huh?" He Nan picked it up again, and then threatened: "How about it, is this refreshing enough? If you think it's not bad, just give me a quick answer. Save us time, okay...? Now, I'm going to ask—do you have any idea what might be in that package?"

"I don't know... I really don't know!" He cried and choked intermittently because of the pain, and his nose was bleeding profusely: "Let me go, please...don't hit me again..."

"Oh, if you didn't beat him up and say you're going to the hospital and sue us before, I can really consider stopping now." He Nan snorted, knocked him to the ground with a punch, and then clapped his hands and left.

"This guy has fainted." Shirley confirmed that by scratching his face with her toes.

"It's good if I didn't kill him, shameless dog... It's better if there are splicing monsters haunting nearby, and kill him directly while he's unconscious." He Nan said angrily: "If you want to steal someone's things, you will be beaten." I’m ashamed to say that we broke the law, New York City really has all kinds of weird criminals.”

"Hehehe... After all, if you are shameless enough, you may gain greater benefits, so people's moral lower limit is set to a new low time and time again. Of course, criminals have evolved to be more serious." Xueli said here, the corner of her mouth Slightly smiled: "After seeing you beating someone, I have a very intuitive understanding of your strength growth."

"Well... Just now I used very restrained force." He Nan smiled wryly: "I was afraid that I would be killed if I used too much force. This kind of person would not directly take his life."

"No one was watching here just now. Our car is quite suitable for dumping corpses." Shirley reminded him: "It's enough to put it in the trunk and throw it in a secret place. We also go to the black market to buy things anyway. It’s just on the way.”

"It's not that I'm worried about the issue of throwing the corpse... I just feel that killing people in this situation is not in a good mood. And it's easy to indulge your power and it becomes difficult to restrain it in the future." He Nan sighed: "And if possible, a place near home I don't even want to kill people. It's too bad luck."

"I don't think it's anything. Anyway, I only kill the damned." Xue Li smiled softly: "Why, worrying that they will come back to trouble you? It's really shameless to come back to pester you after being so unjustly dead. Just kill it again."

"That's the theory, isn't it?" He Nan complained: "...the absence of ghosts cannot be solved by a shot of bullets. If there is, then another shot."

Physical exorcism.

... In the world of Marvel and DC, it's really not a joke.

Ghosts are generally killed by bullets, or at least knocked back.

If you feel that you can't kill it, it may be that your gun is not big enough.

Just replace it with a stronger one.

Of course...unless the ghost you encounter is related to the dark arts.

That kind of ghost may indeed be beyond the reach of physical means.Requires magic to deal with.

In short, in He Nan's opinion, in this world where physical exorcism is so prevalent, if you want to worry about ghosts haunting you, it is better to worry about whether a lunatic will throw a grenade at your house in the middle of the night.

Living in a low-rise building here has all kinds of similar troubles.

However, if you live in a high-rise, you have to worry about whether superheroes and villains wandering between high-rise buildings will suddenly dry out your windows or ceilings and come in through the breach.

(End of this chapter)