[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

The address Bruce Wayne gave was Queens, New York.

Barala never thought that one day she would actually take over Batman's commission. After being flattered, she secretly made up her mind that she must perform well this time. Maybe the wayward Bruce would be happy and give her a signed one. The blank check, very kind, let her fill it in!

A little excited to think about it.

And Boss Tony is busy leading Captain America, who knows nothing, to see the new world, so he has no time to talk to his newly signed little detective.The very motivated Barala enjoyed a few days of vacation time, devoted herself to eating, drinking and having fun, almost forgot about the last case, and then returned to New York from Gotham City full of vitality.

The combination of work and rest is highly efficient, and Barala has been firmly adhering to it since the beginning of her work.

The environment in Queens is better than what Barala thought. Although it is a poor area, compared to Brooklyn, this place is quite peaceful.The mother and daughter supported by the housekeeper Ah Fu live in a rented residential building. There are more than a dozen households living in a long corridor. The life is crowded, but the building is not dilapidated, and the environment is slightly better. Close the door, it is your own world.

It's just that the sound insulation is not very good. Ba Lala walked all the way from the corridor, and she heard a lot of music and TV sounds blaring inside the door.Her attire was obviously different from the style of painting here, which attracted the attention of many people who had nothing to do, while Barala seemed to be nothing to do, looking here and there, as if she was quite interested in all of this.

She counted the house numbers, her white fingers painted with pink nail polish slowly slid across the wall, and finally stopped in one place.

This place is a little sunken, as if someone punched it in with a fist.

Barala stopped, glanced at the sunken place, thought for a while, and thought that this should be left by someone fighting in this building, so she walked a few steps forward, walked over, and seemed to notice something , raised his eyes and took two steps back, turned his body sideways, facing the locked door.

The trace of the fight happened to be at the door of this house...

Ba Lala looked around, thought for a while, and then reached out and politely knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while and no one responded, Barala knocked hard again.

"This family hasn't moved for several days." The little black boy sitting cross-legged on the opposite wall and playing with his mobile phone took a look at Barala, then lowered his head again and started talking while playing games.

"Do you know this family?" Hearing this information, Barala didn't insist any longer. She walked up to him on high heels, squatted down with a smile, and leaned against the wall in the same posture as him, and took out a piece of paper from her pocket. Made a piece of liqueur chocolate, "It contains rum, you should try it if you are underage, right?"

The black child paused, glanced at Barala's little gift, lowered his head and continued playing the game expressionlessly.

The eyes of a black child: "A bit of chocolate wants to bribe the master, hum."

The mouth of a black child: "Although I really want to taste it, Ma Ma said that I can't eat something given by a stranger."

Black child's nose: "But it smells really sweet, and the skin color of the owner is similar. See what she has in stock before you bear it!"

Barala: ....

Is this the child of the poor who heads home early? == A little unlovable.

Confused, she simply took out a dollar bill from her pocket and waved it in front of him.

Sure enough, the black child confirmed it with a glance, and immediately took the banknote out of her hand, and by the way, also took the piece of chocolate that he had coveted for a long time.

Barala: ...

"There is a mother and daughter living here." With the money, the black child can talk a lot, but his eyes are still fixed on the game on the screen, his fingers are very flexible, and his mouth is not idle. She doesn't talk much, and the little girl in her family never plays with us, and that little girl feels very strange. When they first moved in, I peeked through the crack of the door and was discovered by her."

Thinking of the look in that little girl's eyes when I met her eyes... The black child slowly stopped his fingers, his eyes passed through the closed door and then looked at Barala squatting next to him, black and white There seemed to be a little seriousness in the eyes.

Facing Barala's words, she said, "Her name is Angel, but her eyes..."

"Hey, Polly."

The black kid wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a boy who came over.

"I scavenged this from the recycle bin." As he said, a football that looked pretty good appeared in the arms of the black boy Polly. Polly seemed to have dreamed of having a football for a long time, and his eyes widened suddenly. The chocolate-colored skin flushed slightly, showing enough happiness for the surprise, hugging the football tightly, and stood up.

"Thank you, Parker." He walked up to the middle school student named Parker, shook hands, and then bumped shoulders like a boy.

The little black boy was only about seven or eight years old, and the boy named Parker should be around fourteen or fifteen years old. He had slightly curly brown hair, round eyes, and a very energetic voice.

Parker rubbed Polly's afro head vigorously, as if he had just noticed someone beside him, and looked at the beautiful woman in a red coat squatting at the base of the wall.

"Wow, I just noticed, I mean, are you here to find Polly?" Peter Parker held the little boy's hand and turned slightly sideways to hide Polly behind him without a trace. I want to pretend to be natural.

Barala: ...

Seriously, this black person kid just scammed me out of ten dollars...

And your kid's acting skills are too bad...

Balala leaned on the wall and pressed her numb legs to stand up, stretched her ankles, and stretched out her hands: "Hello, my name is Barala, and I'm a lawyer."

The boy looked her over carefully, as if to make sure she was lying, and finally shook her hand politely.

"Peter Parker, student."

Barala: ...

Ba Lala couldn't believe her ears and asked again: "Who?"

Peter: "...Peter Parker."

The round eyes of the little spider: "Looking at her, have you discovered the secret of the master?"

The little spider's nose turned up: "To tell you the truth, the master's acting skills just now made me feel so embarrassed that I almost committed cancer."

The mouth of the little spider: "What should I do? She looked at the master delicately like this, and I wanted to talk nervously. I couldn't control myself. What if I said something wrong and exposed it? I haven't figured it out completely. If there is a fight, will the people in the whole building find out that the owner is Spider-Man? It doesn't matter if they find out, but Aunt Mei must not let Aunt Mei know. If the owner is Spider-Man, she must be very worried about the owner, and The master will definitely worry about her. When the master is worried, he will lose his mind. If he loses his mind during a fight, it will be very painful to get punched. You have never been beaten. When the gangster beat me before, the corners of his mouth were blue, and it hurt to death Me. Whoops."

Barala: ...

The bug in front of him didn't say anything, but it felt like he had said everything.

The young little spider also lives in this building, but it is not on this floor. He usually has a good relationship with this black kid and often teaches him how to play football. But since the accident happened to him a few months ago, He felt that his body was gradually different from ordinary people. When he was on the football field, he had to be careful not to spin his silk when he was excited. Because he was afraid of being exposed, Peter had no choice but to give up his favorite football.

Today, Peter went to the second-hand recycling station to look for parts that he could use. He accidentally saw this football. Although he liked it very much, he felt a little depressed when he thought of his own ability. Then he thought of the black kid Polly downstairs. So I wanted to give it to him.

Peter didn't come to this floor very often, and when he saw Barala chatting with the little boy, and saw that her dress was incompatible with this place, he became wary, but this Barala's lawyer seemed very friendly, and... She looks so beautiful.

Peter, who was in the early stages of love, held her hand, his cheeks blushing bit by bit.

The well-manicured natural curls seem to have a little bit of signs of wanting to curl up.

He quickly stopped his messy thoughts and followed her words: "Lawyer? Is there anything we can do for you?"

The boy is still in the stage of changing his voice, and his voice is very dynamic.

Barala glanced at the closed gate, then lowered her head and asked Polly, who had been holding the football and couldn't put it down.

"When was the last time you saw this family?"

Polly thought for a while: "About three days ago, I finally saw that little girl leave by herself."

"My client has been funding the mother and daughter. Recently, he has considered donating a fortune to them, so he wants me to communicate with them as a representative."

Barala is talking nonsense seriously, anyway, none of the three of them understand the law ╮(╯_╰)╭

Such a good thing like a pie in the sky is indeed very enviable. Peter and Polly looked at each other, not knowing what to say, but Barala seemed to have heard something after saying this, and frowned slightly He stood up, made a slight gesture, walked over and put his ear against the door, and listened quietly for a while.

It's not a short time to listen, but Barala's expression is not very good-looking.

Peter looked at Barala nervously: "Is something wrong? Miss lawyer."

"I'm afraid, you should call me Miss Detective." Barala, who originally wanted to hide her identity for investigation, straightened up, shrugged helplessly, took out her mobile phone to call the policeman she knew well, and handed Peter a business card.

"Hi, is this the police station? There's a homicide in Queens."

Hearing this, Peter was taken aback for a moment, took her business card blankly, and lowered his head.

On the rose gold business card, there are a few big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes, private detective Barala.