"Hello, Sergeant Borres, welcome to your guests, please be seated."

Wu Heng looked at the slight sweat stains on the other party's forehead and greeted with a smile.

Looks like he's a money-loving person.

"Hello, Mr. Dean. As soon as I heard the call, I rushed over immediately, and it was rude that I didn't have time to change my dress. ”

Boris sat on the sofa, staring at Wu Heng expectantly with a smiling face with a beard.

Like a cute polar bear waiting to be fed.

"It's out of the way, Sergeant Borres, and I'm more at ease that way."

Boris was a little nervous and stopped: "That..." ”

"Oh, here's the thing, when I came back by car today. was blocked by a group of black thugs,

The back of my car was smashed, and I felt the tension of the security force, so I decided to fund a sum of money for the police station to improve it. ”

While speaking, Wu Heng took out one of the five written checks on the table and pushed it to Boris.

"Mr. Dean, you're not frightened, are you? This group of smuggled chimpanzees is like tumbleweeds on the highway of a car. ”

"A few disappear every day, but more come in, and you can't clean it up at all."

"Don't worry, when I go back, I will strengthen the patrol in the area near you to ensure that this group of damn miscellaneous pieces will not appear in front of your eyes again."

Borris took the check, and he knew in his heart that it was just a few black people, and there was no possibility of comparison with the numbers on this check at all, and there were definitely other requirements.

"Sheriff Borres, these are small things, the main reason for inviting you here today is to ask for help to check the traces of a few people, this is their name, 100,000 pounds per person, if there is news within today, add another 100,000 per person."

Wu Heng said and handed over the written note.

The note bears the names of four people: Christine. Cotton, Larry. Cotton (father), Frank. Cotton (uncle), Marcus. Ames (a priest in a church).

The surname of Christine's stepmother Julie, Wu Heng really can't remember, but with her father's name, it is enough to confirm that it is the Christine he is looking for.

Marcus does not appear in the first part, but in the comics, he is a member of the "Intervener" organization founded by Christine, and is also part of Wu Heng's plan.

If Marcus exists, it confirms that this is not just the world of the first part, but also a huge world of movies and comics.

"Mr. Dean, may I ask what is the reason for your investigation of these people?"

Boris took the note and looked at it, it was very simple for him, but as a sergeant, he still asked professionally.

"Don't worry, since I invited you here, it is naturally not a criminal matter."

Boris nodded, glancing at the remaining four checks on the table with some reluctance:

"Okay, I'll give you news by the evening at the latest, then I'll go back first."

After sending Boris out, the housekeeper returned to Wu Heng: "Sir, the detective you need has been contacted, and it doesn't cost so much to find out how many people are there, one percent is enough." ”

"Of course I know, it's just that it's important, and it's worth spending so much."

Of course Wu Heng understands, but only by quickly finding the location of these people and determining the plot can the remaining two things continue.

Markle saw Wu Heng's attitude, and he understood that the rest of the matter about packaging and promoting Wu Heng must be supervised with all his might.

In the evening, Wu Heng had already received a reply from the sheriff.

Kristen and her stepmom and dad are currently in the city of Brooklyn next door.

Two days ago, Frank was at Hatton Airport on a morning flight to Morocco in Africa.

What's more, Father Marcus was found, and it did exist.

He served in the church of Grasse, 600 kilometers away from the estate, and there were many named Marcus, but he was the only priest.

It seems that the plot of the first part has not started yet, but it is also soon, and when Frank returns to the Eagle Country, it is the time when the plot officially begins, and everything has to be hurried.

Wu Heng recited all the immortals and Buddhas who could remember their names in his heart, hoping that everything would go well, and he would finally live a new life, and he must live a wonderful life, and it would never end like this.

In the evening in a row rejected Mary, Mannie, Laura... After waiting for several women's dinner invitations, Wu Heng finally had a good night's rest.

Three days later.

In the church of Grasse, Wu Heng was talking with Father Marcus.

Looking at this well-dressed godfather with brown hair and beard in front of him, who would have thought that in the years to come, he would become a drunkard who had lost his faith.

"Father Marcus, I'm here to hold the exhibition today at the door of the church, as previously agreed."

Wu Heng stretched out his wrist and looked at the time.

"Mr. Dean, I've seen your work, and I hope it can serve as a warning to the world, and I don't know if it's right or wrong."

Marcus began to pray prayer against the statue of Jesus on the wall, ignoring the noise outside the church.

'Marcus, if you understand what you went through, you will be grateful to me, and maybe you should pray to me instead of Jesus. ’

Wu Heng scoffed at Marcus's behavior, said a word silently in his heart, turned around and walked out the door.

"Mr. Dean, I heard that you were inspired by God in a dream to create this rare work?"

"Sir, can you explain the original intention of creating this work?"

"Do you have any other plans for the near future as a young artist?"

......

On the site next to the church, a group of reporters surrounded Wu Heng and kept asking all kinds of questions.

A glass box covered with a red cloth was brought up and placed on the booth, and the box was opened in anticipation.

Inside was a crystal ball with red liquid flowing like a flowing magma.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 'Flame Crystal Ball' created from the hell of my dreams."

"The flames that flow inside represent the true cruelty of hell, the never-ending cycle of burns."

"The reason why I am posting this work near the church today is to use the flames of hell to dissuade people from being deceived into falling into the flames of hell."

Wu Heng stood on the high platform covered with the red carpet and talked eloquently.

In fact, this crystal ball is just an ordinary handicraft that he ordered overnight at a high price, and it has no artistic value in itself.

The so-called press conferences and the advertisements that are instantly spread in nearby cities are just money to open the way.

Everything is to convey the meaning of this "flaming crystal ball".

With the end of the press conference, it was already evening, and the reporters had already returned to their newspaper offices with their red envelopes, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

All that was left on the field was the staff waiting to clean up the mess.

"Mr. Dean, do you see if it's going to end, there's no one left."

A foreman in blue overalls came to Wu Heng and asked softly.

"Wait, wait, wait."

Wu Heng sat on the booth, feeling a little irritable.

There's no reason he didn't come. ’

Although it can be arranged later, it is too long to waste time, and when Frank returns from Morocco in India, the plot will begin, and the plan will be much haste.

Snap, a dirty hand sticking to sweat, slapped on the red cloth exhibition table in front of him.

The black hand's fingernails were covered with black mud.

But Wu Heng didn't care about any of this anymore, his eyes shrunk, focusing on the crystal ball in his dirty hand.

It's time to wait!

In the crystal ball, there is a dry pine tree.

White snowflakes fell from the top, floating in the crystal ball, and Wu Heng could even hear the whistling sound of the wind and snow.

These snowflakes seem to have a special attraction,

Wu Heng felt like he was about to be sucked inside, and in this warm season of shallow autumn, he actually felt a little cold through his bones.

"Where did the homeless come from, get down."

The staff next to him scolded, and was about to pick up the stool and smash it.

"Wait a minute."

Wu Heng stretched out his hand to stop it, and carefully looked at the hooded homeless man in front of him.

"It's a special crystal ball, how much is it, I'm going to get it."

Wu Heng said.

"It belongs to you, and there is no fire and brimstone in hell, only winter."

The homeless man threw down the words and quickly turned away.

Wu Heng picked up the crystal ball and didn't dare to observe too much,

Carefully placed it in the box, wrapped it, and waved for the staff to start the end.

What he had to wait for, he had already waited for, and there was no need to stay longer.