Mr. Michel sat up from his bed, it was 4:55 p.m., and the Hospital of the God of Love was in the middle of its shift, and the nurses and ladies would not come to the single room at this time.

He put on his trench coat, as if there were no wounds on his body, and he pushed open the door, and the corridor was empty, but the door of the opposite room was wide open, and the old man on the bed in the room read the newspaper and laughed from time to time.

It seems that he is a stupid old man, who was sent in by his own child, confirmed to be crazy, and said that he would be sent to the suburban health care hospital tomorrow.

To put it mildly, it's just to let the old man find a quiet place to die.

But at least the children have paid for money, countless generations more than those who are even stingy with money.

Walking up the carpet, silently, Mr. Michelle pushed open the door of the safe passage of the corridor and descended to the first floor through the safe passage ladder outside the wall, where the alley was silent, and Mr. Michel walked around the corner, took off his trench coat, and handed it into his own hands.

"Good work." Mr. Michelle, who had taken the trench coat, nodded.

Mr. Michel, who had handed over his trench coat, nodded in the same way, and walked to the end of the alley, stood in front of the river, put his hands on the sides of his head, and twisted it vigorously.

The shell, which had lost control, fell into the river.

Mr. Michelle, who had taken the trench coat, put it on, limped up the safe passage staircase, reached his own floor, pushed open the security door, locked it, and came to his room.

"Mr. Inspector of the Church of Justice, there is no need to inspect this time, there are rich people and nobles living here, and it obviously does not match the characteristics of the murderer." At the end of the corridor, the head nurse of the hospital walked over with a team of big men.

"Dear sister, if the murderer can be defined by money and power, then the poor are not born criminals." The inspector said a word, and the head nurse was speechless.

Michelle thought for a moment, twisted his foot hard, and fell headfirst down the hallway.

"Ah, Mr. Michelle! What's wrong with you! The head nurse immediately ran over, followed by a big man, and Michelle was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I seem to have twisted my foot." ”

With that, he sat up and pulled up his trouser legs, revealing his swollen ankles.

"Oh my God, sir, you're out of luck." Seeming to be a member of the Church of Justice, the big guy had a cross on his chest.

"It's nothing, I'm lucky to fall like this, and I didn't hurt the knife on my back." Michelle continued with an awkward smile: "You are. ”

"Members of the Church of Justice, come looking for the culprit of an assassination, sir, the stab wound on your body ......" "You were wounded this morning."

At this point in the conversation, the big man nodded: "Thank you, sir, come, I'll help you up." ”

So Michelle got up with his help, and then went back to bed with his help.

"Thank you, messenger of sin, I am Michel, and my family welcomes friends like you at any time."

"No, sir, you'd better come and treat the wound on your foot." With that, the big man walked out of the room, and he returned to his leader.

"How?" The tall man standing in the hallway asked.

"It's not like yes, I didn't see the knife wound on his back, but from the hospital medical records, when he was stabbed, Miss Margaret and Mr. Colin were present, when I helped him up, I felt that he only had the strength of Ladder Eight, and it was not a sequence of partial strength, Mr. Marin had fought with the murderer, and many people had seen them kick with their own eyes, and the murderer could borrow his strength, which proved that his strength would not lose too much to Mr. Kleine, otherwise that kick would be enough to kick him to death."

"Then it shouldn't be him......" Seeing the team members who came into the room to check come out and shook their heads, the tall man sighed: "It seems that our team is destined to be in vain...... I don't know what the parishioners have gained. ”

………………

Marlin has nothing to do, the adults seem busy, and Colin is working with injuries, and he is responsible for collecting the information that has been passed on, and then sorting it and handing it over to different personnel.

And the field investigators of the Church of Justice are pulling him to do a battle review.

"You said you were in this position when you played with him, what are your footprints" The female investigator didn't believe that Marin could make such deep footprints.

Marin had to kick the footprint again, this time targeting a 200-pound wooden dummy, and a completely unrelenting kick sent the dummy straight to the roof, and in the process of going up, the dummy carved out of an entire stump was shattered.

At the same time, he also stepped on the edge of that footprint and stepped on a deeper footprint.

"How much strength do you have" The male investigator watched the dummy go to the sky the whole time, and the first thing he said when he lowered his head was to ask this question.

"How do I know?" Marlin shook his head.

"How old are you?" The female investigator obviously didn't want to dwell on the question of footprints.

"Old Ferrero measured my bone age, and said he was eleven years old." Marin said this, looking at the male investigator: "Can you measure strength?"

"Yes, wait a minute, I'll ask someone from the church to bring you a Tablet of Destiny over ......" Speaking of this, the male investigator asked with some curiosity, "Is it also called a Tablet of Destiny here?" ”

"It's not." Marin rolled his eyes: "Isn't that thing tested by a child?" ”

"That's the affinity of the test method, and for the transcendent, there are also stone tablets that test attributes." The male investigator glanced at Marin when he said this: "That's right, usually the first attribute test will be done at the age of fourteen." ”

So Marin waited for a while, during which there were young people from other churches who were not afraid of death who wanted to challenge the Hercules of the Goddess of Harvest Church, and then Marin was hammered and painted.

"I think at least 14 points of strength, he stopped, he didn't kill anyone." The male investigator understands it this way.

"At least 15 points of strength, the other party is the first person in the seventh grade of the God of War Church, and he is also wearing armor, and the armor is not deformed after a hammer, only more than 15 points of strength can be done." The female investigator frowned: "Eleven years old, 15 points of strength, this is simply an ancient frost giant." ”

"I heard that it's a half-blood frost giant, how powerful is the paternal line to be able to suppress the dominant gene of the frost giant." The male investigator felt like he had seen a gold mine: "I have a daughter about his age......"

Then the two investigators saw Marin open his arms and hug a little girl who ran in.

"Little princess of Morvis, I don't think your daughter has a chance."

"When I didn't say it."

This is where the two investigators' poor moments come to an end.

Their parishioners brought back a slate, so they put it in front of Marin, and the male investigator first tested the slate himself: "8.7, very good, 0.2 more than last year." Then he gave way, and the psionic numbers on the slate faded.

"It's your turn, Marlin, infuse your psionic energy." The female investigator looked expectant.

So Marlin did so, and a crack cracked in the slate, and a number 20 jumped.

The male and female investigators were full of question marks.