Ed has a habit of never dragging his feet in doing things, and he has been developing it for a long time. Whether this habit is good or not depends on the situation, and it can't be generalized, but Ed can't break it. He likes to act as soon as he has a goal, even if he encounters some obstacles when he rushes forward, and he will hit his head and bleed, as long as he has not been knocked out or killed, he will get up and hit again.

In the afternoon of the day he finished his meeting with Marcy, Ed rushed back to Downtown. This time, however, instead of going to North Poplar Boulevard, he made his way south to another residential street about three blocks away from the Red-lipped Dingo. The street sign reads a big "Fifty-Four".

At the corner of the street, Ed, who had walked all the way to the place after getting out of the car, stopped and peeked into the neighborhood secretly. A dead-end road, similar to Ed's current residence, ends in an abandoned intercity transportation line, and beyond that is a deserted park where weeds have even grown into the street, making this corner of the city look like an untended back garden reminiscent of the half-bald egg head of an unsmiling middle-aged man.

There were seven houses on the entire block from the inside out, and Ed was eyeing the penultimate building inside. It was a small three-story old-fashioned residential house, mostly made of wood, and the paint on the surface had fallen off a little, as if it had been standing there since the time when my grandfather's baby teeth had not yet fallen.

Ed looked at the house, remembering what Marcy had said.

……

"No. 1164, 54th Road, North Poplar Street, which is a property left by Jirui's grandmother to Jirui. Gilry rarely lives there, but he has been frequenting it in recent times, along with more than half of Mubagh's men and Mubagh himself. ”

……

Even ordinary people can detect something wrong from this abnormal phenomenon. Of course, even if ordinary people notice that something is wrong, they can't think about it in depth, but for Ed, this is simply three hundred taels of silver here.

But of course, he couldn't just talk about it, walk to the door, ring the doorbell, and ask the person who opened the door, "Hello." Have you kidnapped a boy named Tommy? After all, all his guesses were just guesses, and he wasn't 100% sure that the person he was looking for was actually in that house. And now he has to find a way to solve this problem as soon as possible.

Then Ed came up with a way to solve this problem as quickly as possible. Even though it didn't seem clever, a little silly, a little stupid, he decided to give it a try.

He walked out of the corner, swaggered through the wide streets, all the way to room 1164, and walked through the untended and yellow-grass courtyard with his brain, and walked through the neat white stone paved path, and came to the door of the house, ready to ring the doorbell—and then he found that the old house had no doorbell—and he knocked on the wood next to the screen window.

There was no movement. Ed knocked again. Still no movement. Ed clenched his fist and slammed it the door. This time, there was finally a slight noise coming from inside. Someone came to open the door, and a familiar face appeared in front of Ed's eyes.

"Oh."

Ice Cream Jiri is still wearing a red and green colorful ice cream, wearing a sloppy open shirt on his upper body, his eyelids are heavy, listless, as if he has just woken up. However, after seeing the visitor, he was clearly in good spirits, and looked at Ed standing outside through the wide open door with a surprised face. It was a strange expression, and it gave Ed the impression that he didn't seem surprised that someone was coming, and that he was surprised that it was himself and not someone he expected.

"Detective?"

"See you again, Mr. Gilry."

"Do you know my name?" Ice Cream's eyes narrowed suddenly, visibly vigilant, "How did you find here?" What are you doing here! ”

"Oh, about that......" Ed scratched his head, looking a little silly, a little embarrassed, winked and smiled, "I wanted to ask, did you kidnap a boy named Tommy here?" ”

“……”

"I have an acquaintance who helped me get some information," Ed continued, staring straight at Jiri who was staring at him without speaking, "I can't tell you who she is, but I can guarantee that her information will not be wrong." You know, everybody in our business knows one or two friends who have similar skills. And according to the information she got for me, your suspicion here is very huge. I suspect this is the person I'm looking for. ”

"Your friend is mistaken."

Ice cream slammed the door shut. At that moment, Ed reached out and grabbed the edge of the door. His strength was so great that the ice cream was exerted twice in a row, and the whole door still didn't move. Ice Cream's face flushed.

"If people really aren't here," Ed said softly, "then they wouldn't mind if I did a simple search, would they?" ”

"Why?"

"It doesn't make sense. But if you want a formal search warrant, I'll definitely remember to bring it the next time I visit. But trust me, it won't be just me next time. ”

“……”

Ice Cream's face changed, and Ed was expressionless. Of course, he was talking nonsense, and in the absence of any evidence, Marcy had no way to get a search warrant for him from the police station, and the only way he could do it was to bring Marcy with him and force Ice Cream to cooperate with him by virtue of his identity as a police detective. However, this is not safe, because ice cream has the right to refuse to cooperate. Of course, in that case, there will be no three hundred taels of silver here. In general, there are few people who refuse to cooperate with a police detective in the absence of special circumstances.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Ice Cream suddenly smiled.

"There's no one here but me." He said in a relaxed tone as he pushed the door open and leaned to the side to make way into the house, "If you don't believe me, of course you can come in and have a look." ”

"Thank you so much."

Ed smiled. The smile must have looked friendly, and full of pride and gratitude, as Ice Cream had the same smile on his face. He watched as Ed walked past him, into the house, and closed the door softly. The movement was really light, like stroking a newborn baby. Then, silently, he picked up something that had been placed behind the door.

Ed didn't look back, his eyes looked through the narrow and short hallway to the living room inside, and just as he wanted to take a good look at the place, a small but sudden sound of wind suddenly sounded behind him. Ed felt a pain in the back of his head, and the dark curtain pulled him into the depths of the worst of the cheap black hole's graves.

There, he seemed to see a mirror, in which there was a fool in a suit floating in the depths of the sea, carrying his brain melon seeds and slamming into him. Then, they bumped face to face, and their noses were flattened.

At the end of the farce, the clown made himself have a blue nose and swollen face. No makeup required.