The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

Sticking labels on cardboard is a favorite method used by police departments when solving crimes.

By posting the records of criminals, a connection can be established through geographical location or personal relationships, which is helpful for guessing the criminal's action logic and crime process.

But, this guy is a journalist.

He's not a policeman.

Why was he checking the police?

Edward dug out a lot of information, including some retired detectives and some dead detectives. This information included their great achievements and some black materials.

Although Edward did not find any information about his paper puppetry skills, he did see the dirty information about Inspector Roger.

It seems that during one of Inspector Roger's rescue missions, a child was burned alive due to wrong judgment. Although the details are not very clear, there is a photo in it, and the person in the photo, Edward, is very... Familiar, Billy.

The old guy who always comes to see Inspector Roger.

It seemed that there was always something calculating in his eyes, so Detective Roger asked Edward to have less contact with him.

Seeing this, Edward sighed.

But just in case, Edward threw all the information in the trash can and prepared to burn it all.

The USB disk was not found.

This shows that the person taking pictures is probably using a mobile phone and has no habit of putting data into a USB flash drive.

If the photo was really taken with a mobile phone, then snatch the other person's mobile phone and delete the photos inside, and then everything will be over.

Thinking of this, the paper man lit the information in the trash can.

Then continue to look for possible information.

In corners, on ceilings, under carpets, in shoes, in flower pots...

I went through all the places that could be turned over, and also turned over the places that couldn't be turned over.

Throw all the found materials into the trash can and burn them. The paint outside the trash can is dried and shriveled, and there is a faint red color...

At this moment, the paper man's body slowly turned back into white paper. Edward withdrew his gaze and glanced at his watch. It turned out that the paper man's time had come.

The information inside is almost burnt, so there should be nothing missing, right?

The trash can in the room was burned red, and the paper man completely disappeared and turned into a piece of paper, which was rolled up by the hot air in the room.

A little spark stuck to the paper man, and as the paper man floated slowly, it landed on the sofa with built-in sponge.

bass…

A string of flames rose up. The sofa that had not been cleaned for several years had a lot of oil stains on it, which catalyzed the flames and quickly climbed up.

Once the fire catches fire, it is like a maggot attached to the bone that cannot be shaken off.

Moreover, there are so many paper and wood products in this Pete's house.

A little spark, in the blink of an eye, spreads to the curtains and cabinets with the force of a prairie fire.

Edward was still thinking about whether to send another person in, but when he saw thick smoke rising from the window sill across the block, he felt vaguely not good.

The fire inside was a bit big.

There shouldn't be a fire, right?

Edward... drove away decisively.

He was just stopping by to buy a cup of coffee.

……

……

noon.

Lorraine Cemetery, at Inspector Roger's funeral.

Almost everyone in the police station was present, including Chief Gordon.

All police officers were wearing dark uniforms and had solemn expressions, watching the funeral procession.

The funeral procession carried Inspector Roger's coffin. Glodia accompanied her mother and followed the procession. The procession carried Inspector Roger's coffin down to the cemetery and placed it in the pit that had been prepared. The priest began Read the speech.

Seeing that handful of soil sprinkled on the coffin, Inspector Roger's life came to an end.

Glodia supported her grieving mother, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked at the coffin that was gradually blurring in her sight, and her heart became more and more depressed and uncomfortable.

In the distance, Kunda's car was parked there, watching the funeral proceeding through the window.

The daughter next to her grabbed Glodia's clothes and opened her eyes wide with confusion on her face, "Mom, why didn't dad come..."

Glodia stretched out her hand and paused for a second on Lilian's head. She didn't know how to explain it to her daughter, so she could only show a forced smile: "Dad is still working, so he can't come over now..."

This was the first time that Glodia felt deeply helpless. She looked at the car in the distance. It was obvious that Kunda was beside her, but he could not get close.

She felt bad when she thought that she would encounter similar situations in the future and not be able to count on Kunda...

"Being a superhero is so busy. I want to tell my dad that I don't want to be a superhero..."

Glodia touched her daughter's hair. Not everyone can be a superhero. Superheroes are all born. But she couldn't directly say that you can't be a superhero, as that would damage her daughter's self-confidence.

"Uncle Edward is here!"

Lillian glanced around boredly and showed a hint of happiness when she saw Edward in the crowd.

The last time the locomotive almost hit them, she heard Edward's violent heartbeat. Later, she told Glodia about this and said that Inspector Edward must also be a superhero, but Glodia mistook him for it. The lies a child tells to get attention.

So now that she saw Edward, she wanted to prove that Edward was also a superhero. Otherwise, why would there be such a loud noise in his body?

Inspector Roger's funeral ended and people began to disperse.

A man wearing a peaked cap and a plaid shirt sat early on a stone chair on the cemetery road, holding a copy of Tomorrow's News, crossing his legs and reading the last small section with relish.

This is naturally the reporter Peter who is ready to praise Edward.

Peter deliberately muted his cell phone and sat here for almost a day just for this moment to have his first "accidental encounter" with Inspector Edward.

He had planned today's chance encounter.

He will deliberately fall down in front of the detective, and then reveal a little bit of information about himself in front of the detective, hinting to the detective that the person who fell down in front of you is collecting information about you for a certain reason.

Although the detective does not recognize him now, I believe that one night in the future, Detective Edward will suddenly think of the noble man who helped him here.

Of course, this kind of chance encounter was a chance encounter deliberately created by Pete.

This is a little bit of Pete's bad taste.

"Oh? People are coming..."

Peter packed up the documents, showed a smile, and walked towards Edward.

Edward was talking to a little girl, obviously not paying attention to him.

When Peter walked to Edward's side, he said to himself: Good opportunity.

Peter tilted his feet and fell in front of Edward, and the materials he carried were immediately scattered out.

Detective Edward's photos were prominently mixed in, and along with the information, they were scattered all over the floor.

Peter lay on the ground with a smile on his lips: the plan was executed smoothly.

According to his script, Detective Edward will pick up the information for him, and he will say thank you, and then the detective will find some information about himself, laying the groundwork for Edward's memories this time...

Just when he was proud that his plan was flawless, he suddenly felt his hand being held behind his back, and a thigh as heavy as a boulder was pressing on his neck.

"Good guy, you dare to attack the police!!!"