My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"I like to exercise on weekdays, but I'm just stronger. Kung fu and the like, I'm actually not very good at it."

Eric directly stated that he does not know any Chinese martial arts, but that he is very good at fighting due to long-term fitness.

As for whether Lola believed it or not, he believed it anyway.

"yes?"

Laura nodded thoughtfully, and did not continue to ask.

"Hey, there's a small convenience store in front."

Lola was sitting on the back seat of Eric's motorcycle when she suddenly found a small convenience store on the corner of the street.

There was a faint light coming from inside.

Eric got off the motorcycle, pushed open the glass door with Lola, and entered the store.

There are candles on the counter for lighting.

The goods on the shelves are intact. It seems that because of its remoteness, it has not been patronized by those criminals for the time being.

The room was silent, as if no one was there.

"Hello, is there anyone here?"

Eric tried to shout around.

No one answered.

Only Eric's voice echoed in the store.

"I don't think this is an unmanned store, Laura, stand behind me and be careful."

Eric smelled a faint smell of blood and motioned Luo to stand behind him.

He pulled a pistol from his belt.

Since he was acting as Eric Xavier, not Batman, he couldn't take out a hook gun and a bat dart.

Fortunately, he prepared in advance and brought a USP self-loading pistol.

Holding the pistol in his hand, Eric slowly walked forward.

Laura followed Eric in fear and followed him step by step.

"Eric, yes... did something bad happen?"

She swallowed and spit, and asked Eric in a low voice.

"I don't know! But I smell a bad smell."

The more Eric went inside, the more disgusting he smelled.

It smells like freshly cut grass, but it smells like a corpse that has been infested with bugs and bacteria for days in a dry sewer.

All in all, it smells of rot, of total stagnation.

Laura also smelled this smell. As a well-informed reporter, she had already thought of the possible accident here, and her heart could not help but rise to the top of her throat.

Although she was afraid, a sense of excitement as a reporter seeking to explore the truth was piercing her heart, causing her to walk forward contradictingly, hoping to find out what happened here.

Eric had noticed Laura's tense shoulders, and patted her shoulders lightly, signaling to relax.

"Lola, if you don't want to get into more trouble, I suggest we go back."

Eric wanted to send back the beautiful beauty in front of him first, and then return to investigate the matter himself.

"Do not!"

Laura shook her head stubbornly.

Just now, her shoulders collapsed tightly. Not only was she nervous, but she was also excited.

A journalist's quest for truth, more addictive than nervousness and fear.

"We need to find out what's going on here."

Laura took a step forward and walked side by side with Eric.

"I hate shadows."

Laura suddenly talked about what she hated.

"Because there was a time when I was always going to fail, I blamed my failures on a huge shadow. At school, I would be laughed at by the girls, maybe my body was different from theirs, so they saw me as Alien. This shadow will always be with me."

Laura looked at the countless shadows formed in the room due to the illumination of the candle, and said with emotion.

"yes?"

Eric nodded noncommittally, "Everyone hates shadows, but some people like to hide in shadows. It seems that darkness is integrated with them. Shadows are scars, pain, and strength."

"You mean Batman?"

Laura extended Eric's words.

"may be."

Eric didn't answer any more and opened the door leading to the inner room of the convenience store.

The two entered a room that resembled both an office and a study.

After Eric entered the room, he casually picked up a tax account book on the table.

This is Room 1450, Wutong Street, not far from Fifth Avenue in New York. The owner of the house is a couple surnamed Stern.

The man's name is Dan, and the woman's name is Muriel.

"see this."

Eric handed Laura the tax book.

"This seems to be a message from the owner of this convenience store."

Laura looked at the tax book and spoke.

"Yes, there are only men's products here, indicating that a woman named Muriel may not live here. According to the posters on the wall, it can be judged that the man named Dan likes some pop metal bands of the 80s, such as Poison, The clown Crewe, the wanted list and Wenger show that he may be extremely conservative. In addition, according to the interior decoration, it shows that the host also likes to play stocks and fish."

Eric looked around and made a guess in an instant.

"...Is this what you guessed you came up with?"

Laura stared at Eric with the eyes of an alien, and said admiringly, "I'm now wondering if you are a fitness expert or a detective."

"Compared to finance, investment, and fitness, I still like the profession of detective."

Eric winked at Lola.

Laura, who had automatically filled Eric's brain with countless halos, instantly felt her heart beat faster.

The two found no clues on the first floor, so they decided to go to the second floor to have a look.

Halfway along the carpet, Eric smelled the smell.

Rotten smell.

A smell that makes you want to vomit.

On the second floor, the master bathroom.

The curtains in the bathroom were pulled tightly, the toilet lid was covered, and a small glass lamp was placed on it. One end of the lamp had been carbonized and turned black.

The stench here can blow people to the ground.

Eric took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.

There was a dark shadow behind the shower curtain~www.readwn.com~ Eric reached out and opened the shower curtain.

I saw a dead man lying in the bathtub.

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The corpse's head was covered with a plastic bag, and the blood that had flowed into the bag from the back of the head had coagulated into a hard lump.

Eric quickly reached out to cover Lola's eyes.

I don't want her to see such a shocking picture.

But Lola is not a girl who can only scream when encountering things. As a reporter of current affairs news, she has interviewed several similar murder cases on the spot, so she is not too panicked.

He gently held Eric's hand, removed it from his eyes, and stared at the corpse.

"He... was he murdered?"

"Looks like it is."

Eric tore off the plastic bag from the corpse, and the back of the deceased's head was in a mess.

"Someone hit him on the head with something, maybe a steel pipe, a bat or a crowbar. I didn't see any blood, but I thought if we looked downstairs, we could find it, or outside the house."

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