Matt Murdoch was silent for a long time when the body disappeared from the house, until at last he clenched his fists tightly, then released them again after a long time, and sat down on his couch. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I thought of Stick, and then of my friend Fergue, Franklin Nelson, who had been with him since his college days, and finally expressed his displeasure with him after the meeting just now, and then threw away the door. Of course, who can blame him, after all, he is the one who has been deceived for years, deceived by his best friend, and this is indeed not an easy thing to pass.

But he's not alone, Matt Murdoch is no different.

He felt he had to talk to Fergue, to talk honestly.

But before that, he had to do something, he had to recover the body of the stick.

It's just that after the madness of that night, his body can be said to be covered with bruises, and several wounds are in critical places, which cannot be healed in a short period of time, so if he wants to find the stick, he may not be able to do it at this time, so he has to start thinking about what method to use to find the stick, or who to ask to find the stick.

At this moment, his ears twitched suddenly, and then he rolled violently, completely hiding his body behind the black leather sofa, and grabbed the stick that had fallen into the room with one hand, and his body tensed.

Call!

A sturdy figure scurried directly above the sofa, and the tip of the sharp iron ruler slashed through the air, like two silver lightning bolts, which were particularly dazzling in this already slightly dark room.

And even if Matt Murdoch didn't see such a dazzling attack, his radar senses gave him an almost invincible perception, and he had already sensed the presence of the other party before the figure jumped from the ground, and was ready to take precautions.

Matt leaned back, dodging the tip of the iron ruler with one palm, and then flipped his body directly backwards, kicking the attacker who had just landed.

However, the attacker is obviously not bad, especially now that Matt Murdoch is injured, just these few actions have caused the wounds on his body to have a certain tear, and at the same time, the movements are inevitably a little sluggish.

Tilting his head slightly, the attacker dodged Matt's attack, and then turned his feet, and his body came directly to his side from Matt's attack range, and the iron ruler stabbed out as he turned around.

There was a slight muffled sound, the iron ruler was stuck by the short stick, in order to block this attack, Matt gritted his teeth to endure the pain from the wound on his body, and quickly stood firm, he could faintly feel a large amount of blood oozing from the wound on his chest, staining his chest wet.

There was a low roar in his mouth, and he turned the short stick vigorously to try to take the opponent's iron ruler down, and what caught him off guard was that the other party didn't even block it, and even more like taking the initiative to let go, letting the short stick take the iron ruler down, but in the next moment, a delicate arm skipped his palm and climbed up his arm, and then before he could react, his body had been turned by the other party, grabbed the arm and pressed it down, and fell on the sofa with a pop, unable to struggle.

"You've lost, Matt."

A soft, sensual voice rang in Matt Murdoch's ears, and then he was half pressed against the couch, half of his cheeks exposed to feel a cold thing gently scratch his face, the other iron ruler of the attacker.

It's just that what stunned him was not the cold aura emanating from the iron ruler, but the soft voice that sounded in his ears.

"Erica?" Matt's voice was full of surprise and surprise.

"Hello, Matt, it seems that I have left a deeper impression on you than I thought."

The assailant grinned, removed the iron ruler, and released Matt Murdoch's arm with his palm, and stepped back.

Matt Murdoch clutched his chest and stood up, observing the skilful and skillful attacker for a moment before he opened his mouth and said, "How could you ......?"

"What will be? Is that so? Erica sat on the couch, her long legs crossed, playing with two sharp iron rulers in her hands, shaking the pattern, and raising her eyebrows and laughing.

Matt Murdoch was a little confused and didn't know what to say, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a strange feeling for the love he had had in college.

In this mood, he suppressed the emotions that kept pouring out of his heart, stared blankly at the woman who had quietly disappeared and now quietly appeared again, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Hehe, you've changed a lot, you weren't so indifferent before." Erica was slightly stunned, then smiled beautifully again, grabbed the iron ruler, and stuck it in her waist.

"You've changed a lot, and I've never been as strange to you as you feel now." Matt replied coldly.

"Okay." Erica didn't care, she stood up with a serious expression, "I'm here to help you." ”

"Help me? Help me with what? I'm living a good life now. Matt was inexplicable.

"About the sticks." Erica Dao.

"What did you say?!" Matt suddenly became excited, stepped forward and grabbed Erica's shoulder, shocked, "How do you know him?!" ”

"Maybe you've never recognized me." Erica seemed pleased with Matt's performance and smiled, "A long time ago, before I was the daughter of a Greek diplomat, Sticksu taught me something, so in terms of this relationship, I am very similar to you." ”

"This ...... Damn it! ”

Matt suddenly scolded, with his intelligence, he could naturally figure out the purpose of the stick, he was trying to control himself.

Venting the anger in his heart, Matt returned to the topic again, frowned and asked, "You took the body of the sticker?" ”

"Yes, his body belongs to the Holy Order."

"Holiness?"

"Looks like there's a lot more you need to know, but before I do that, I want your answers." Erica shook her head and said seriously, "Do you need help?" You just have to answer yes or no. ”

Matt was silent, thinking of what Stickser said before, and now Erica's appearance, what he could vaguely catch, but everything was so vague, but what holiness the Hand and Sticks belonged to, he felt that he had to take it seriously, and now Erica's question was the only breakthrough he could understand.

Finally, he nodded.

"Yes."