The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 98 What is the use of the cloak?

"Actually, I think his cloak is pretty cool." He Nan pointed out, "The taste is good, right? It doesn't feel cheap, and it doesn't have a garbage color scheme."

"Tights are a man's romance." Bone Spur smacked his chest triumphantly: "Just look at me and you'll know."

"I think there are quite a lot of celebrities who wear tights and capes together." He Nan said, "Such as Superman?"

"Is that comparable? Anyway, the cloak that guy in the arena is wearing right now is terrible." Bone spur didn't bother to continue arguing: "Honestly, what's the use of the cloak? It's good that you can glide and hit people with it, but most If someone wears it, it will only hinder the action, and maybe you will be hooked by something, and then kill you."

This bone spur complaint actually made He Nan feel a little reasonable.

He suddenly remembered how a hero named "Hundred Dollar Bill" in DC's "Watchmen" died.

The hundred-dollar bill is a hero launched by the capitalists, hyped that he will fight bank robbers and protect customers' deposits.

He was dressed gorgeously, the most dazzling of which was the cool cloak.

... Later, the guy was shot and killed by bank robbers,

The cause of death was that the cloak was stuck by the revolving door and could not be dodged.

Dead enough useless.

"A person's strength is often shown from these small details." Bone spur coughed twice, and then continued: "Although I said that this cloak is terrible, the real reason why I think he is not good is this guy's anger." The field is too unstable. Do you know what I mean? It's too jumpy. You can tell at a glance that you haven't fought against a ruthless character... Hehehe... I really look forward to what he will look like after his big nose is smashed—— Ah~ Speaking of the cloak, I have a new idea."

"Uh... what?" He Nan was taking out his binoculars to observe carefully whether his nose was really big, and then found that the bone spur was right.

"It's about how to make our ring more innovative." Bone Spur pointed to the cloak, and said seriously: "The cloak gave me inspiration... We hit the suction fan at the edge of the ring, and the players near the edge of the ring will Being sucked down by the powerful wind, affecting combat movements."

"Oh...it seems a bit interesting." He Nan imagined it and felt that he could have a try: "Did your inspiration come from the way the cloak looks when it is blown by the wind?"

"No." Bone Spur's tone was full of evil humor: "I was imagining what it would be like if the cloak was caught by a pulverizer and dragged people in... Halfway through, I suddenly thought that it would be good to replace it with wind. This way it can be installed Come to our arena suitable for children of all ages to watch, where friendship comes first and competition comes second."

That's right, it's great for kids...

Teach them from an early age that every time they fight, they must have the attitude of seeing death as home.

"Then I also have a new inspiration." Shirley moved her little mouth away from the straw, and said with a smile: "Put a lot of cacti on the edge of the ring—the tall ones, whoever gets hit to the edge Get stabbed."

Devil? You... He Nan was in a cold sweat hearing this: It hurts so much!

"It's a very good idea, I just heard it from Limbo." Bone Spur showed an appreciative evil smile: "I will remember it. It's just that it's nothing if the player gets blood on his face, it's not good to stab him to death... ..."

Do you really want to adopt it? !
He Nan began to imagine what such a cactus ring would look like.

He was also imagining what the player who was repeatedly hit on the electrified railing just now would look like after being carried away from the ring.

...that's too bad.

There were thorns all over his body, and he was finally thrown into the alley...

...simply terrifying.Outsiders who don't know may think that there are more cactus monsters in New York.

He Nan was thinking this way, when he heard the host shout the loudspeaker again.

It probably means that there is still 1 minute to announce the deadline for placing bets, please seize the opportunity.

After that, after a while, it was announced that the game would start again, and the two players were asked to take their positions.

Afterwards, the old man in the cloak could be seen smiling brightly while waving to the audience, swaying the cloak, and stepping onto the stage carelessly.

The other Lien Chan player twisted his neck, rubbed his wrists, and slammed his fist into his palm, staring at his opponent with a fierce look on his face.

"Did you see that?" Bone Spur pointed at the Lien Chan player, and snorted, "This is the look that wants to kill someone. He will mercilessly beat his opponent to pieces, and then make meat sauce for dinner. "

"Wow, your metaphor..." He Nan clicked his tongue, "But it's quite incisive."

"I've always been good at metaphors." Bone Spur smiled triumphantly: "This is my strong point."

No, I don't think so... While He Nan was thinking, he heard Xue Li's phone ring.

"Hello?" Shirley took the juice and connected the phone: "Oh... um... um. Yes, the female detective on TV is me... oh... um, ok... no, we won't answer this. Um... well, yes, really not. We detectives are not in charge of dealing with this kind of problem... I'm very sorry. Goodbye."

"It seems that being on the news is indeed helpful for business promotion... But did that person propose a strange commission?" He Nan guessed the content of the call, so he asked.

There will always be weird clients who come up with their own inexplicable entrustment requests-compared with those requests that are so varied that you may even think they are deliberately playing tricks, asking you to help check the mistress is already a very normal task.

He Nan has always been puzzled by this phenomenon. After all, this is a detective agency, not a house of masters.

"Yes." Shirley put the phone back into her pocket expressionlessly, and took another sip of the juice: "Ask me if his dog is lost, can you help find it..."

"Hey, this man—!" He Nan was speechless: "How is it possible? We are detectives, not pet tracking experts... It seems that there are no such experts."

"That's right." Xue Li looked at the ring and said calmly, "They also said that there was a huge reward... But the huge reward is useless? If we can't find it, we can't find it. This is not a case at all."

"What?!" He Nan reacted for a while, and then asked excitedly: "A huge reward...! How much?"

"Why should I ask?" Shirley gave him a helpless look: "Why are you so excited, no matter how much money you have, it has nothing to do with us."

"This... is true." He Nan admitted bitterly: "It's nothing, the main thing is curiosity."

"Hehehe...a dog..." Bone Spur let out a deep chuckle, with a nostalgic and sad tone: "I have also raised a dog, and I can understand the feeling of losing a beloved pet... Really, I would rather pay more Money, as long as it comes back to me."

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