The Third Winter Soldier

Seeing Edgar's dumbfounded speechlessness, Lilith said mockingly, "It seems I've hit the mark."

Edgar adjusted his expression, and said seriously: "Of course not, you misunderstood."

"Okay." Lilith shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't care what you think, since you are not here to send money, can you tell me when I can get the bounty?"

Edgar looked at Lilith, hesitated for a while, and said, "It has to be confirmed that the suspect is indeed here, and the information you provided is valid."

Lilith waved her hand impatiently, and said, "Okay, I see, so that's the case, can you leave, Agent Ramones?"

Edgar looked at Lilith and said, "I have some questions for you."

Lilith thought for a while and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Edgar pondered for a while, then asked, "How did you identify the suspect?"

The corners of Lilith's mouth twitched slightly, and she said, "Identify? I just look a little bit like it, so I can't even talk about identifying it."

"It looks a bit like it?" Edgar recalled the black figure in the video, and said calmly: "Is there anything that makes you feel like it? For example..."

"I feel." Lilith said casually, "That person looks very similar to the one in the newspaper, isn't it possible? Or, do you need very definite evidence before you allow citizens to call to report? ?”

"That...that's not what I meant. What I mean is that the image is very unclear, isn't it?" Edgar was a little embarrassed by Lilith's rhetorical question. There is indeed no requirement that the whistleblower must have evidence before they can report. It was just because the police immediately received such a report call after the incident, and because the suspect's appearance was vague, he had to think a little more.

Lilith looked at Edgar like she was looking at a fool, and said: "I called to tell you that I saw the suspected murderer you were looking for, but I am not in charge of providing evidence. This should not be done by the police or the police. , uh, is your FBI supposed to do the job?"

Edgar was speechless and could only smile in embarrassment.

"Okay, if you're done asking, can you leave?" Lilith asked.

Edgar hesitated to speak, smiled awkwardly again, and said, "Sorry to bother you."

Lilith looked at him without saying a word.

Edgar walked towards the door silently, and just as he stretched out his hand to open the door, Lilith's voice came from behind him, and he turned his head.

Lilith said seriously: "If the information I provided is useless, then there is no bounty, right?"

Edgar was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, "Yes, it must be an effective clue to help us find the suspect."

Lilith was silent.

Edgar glanced at her and felt that she seemed a little disappointed. His previous suspicions about her were immediately dispelled. It seemed that this was just a woman who provided false information for a bounty. He opened the room without hesitation. door, went out.

The corridor was quiet, as if no one lived in it. Edgar thought for a while, and walked towards the stairs. Suddenly, the door with the crooked number plate was opened from inside, and he turned his head to look , facing a pair of vigilant blue-green eyes.Their owner was a man about his height. From top to bottom, including the peaked cap, they were all black. In addition, the room behind him was pitch black, and he seemed to have stepped out of the darkness.

After the man saw Edgar, he looked him up and down, as if confirming something, he walked out immediately, closed the door slowly, and walked towards the stairs.

Edgar glanced at the door that was closed by him. The crooked number plate on the door was engraved with the number "207". He frowned slightly, followed the man's footsteps, and walked towards the stairs. After a few steps, He suddenly raised his head and stared at the man's back, and was surprised to find that the man's walking posture seemed familiar.

The picture of the black shadow in action in the video appeared in his mind, and slowly, it overlapped with the man in front of him. Even though the angles of the two are different at this moment, the biggest similarity between the two lies in: the shoulders are not Balanced, the naked eye can see that his left shoulder is slightly tilted downward, and his right foot landed in a very unnatural posture!

Edgar stopped abruptly, watched the man's back disappear out of sight, and murmured: "Damn it, what she said turned out to be true!"

At the same time, Lilith was standing at the window, staring at the quiet alley outside, and then she saw the man in black who had bumped into her walk out of the hotel, she couldn't help laughing lightly at herself.

Lilith originally wanted to cause trouble for this man, but she almost caused trouble for herself. The visit of the FBI agent made her understand that even if she reported this man without any basis, it would have no effect on him. .In fact, she knew very well that the police would not arrest people just because of the report. She just hoped that the report would cause this unreasonable man some trouble.However, it was obvious that things were different from what she had imagined. She looked at the man's figure slowly going away, and said to herself, "Well, you're lucky! Man!"

The man walked through the alley to the street, lowered his head slightly and walked towards a newsstand at the intersection.

The newsstand owner was passing a newspaper to an old gentleman when he walked to his newsstand and said in a hoarse voice, "Today's newspaper, all of them."

The old gentleman turned his head to look at him and said, "Young man, there are not many people like you who come to buy newspapers now."

The man ignored him, and followed the newsstand owner's hand firmly with his gaze, watching him take out each newspaper and hand it over in a stack. He took out a banknote from his trouser pocket and patted it on the paper. On the stack of newspapers.

The newsstand owner picked up the banknotes, watched him take the newspaper, and before he could turn around to get the change, the man had already left quickly, grabbing the stack of newspapers.

"Queer fellow, isn't he?" said the old gentleman.

The newsstand owner shrugged and said, "Well, there's a lot of weirdos these days, and he's just one of them."

"Oh?" the old gentleman asked with interest, "What kind of strange people have you met?"

"There is a girl, just like that person, who comes to me every day to buy the newspaper of the day, all of them, one copy from each newspaper office." The newsstand owner collected the banknotes, took a sip of coffee, "like You said, what young people would come to buy newspapers now? Even me, if I wasn’t in this business, maybe I would use my mobile phone to read the news, wouldn’t I?”

The old gentleman nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Well, yes, it's queer. Is there anything in the papers that interests them?"

The newsstand owner laughed, "Oh, then only they know."