Screenwriter Mystery

You can search for the screenwriter Mystery Miaobi Pavilion in Baidu https:// to find the latest chapters!

"How did he do it?"

From the driver's seat, watch Spike's entry into Hansen's house.

Under the telescope, Agent Phil's face was a bit blank and puzzled.

"Perhaps because of his ability as a psychic."

On the side, reconnecting the monitor device, Detective Zhou replied casually.

"I don't care what kind of ability he has, in short, try to find a way to call Spike out of the room. We don't know the ability of the items in Hansen's hands at all. Such a rash action is simply putting our own safety at risk. among."

Frowning, she took the headset from Detective Zhou and put it on. The expression on Amanda's face was a little helpless and irritable.

Spike's sudden move undoubtedly greatly disrupted the team's action plan.

even putting himself at risk.

But in the current situation, they can't do anything, so as not to arouse Hansen's own vigilance and make the situation worse.

"I think Spike might be sure."

Facing Amanda's dissatisfaction, Angela in the back compartment couldn't help explaining a sentence for Spike.

"I don't care what he is sure about, this kind of rash contact without consent is dangerous."

Angela's reason is obviously not enough to comfort Amanda's dissatisfaction with Spike's actions. It's just the current situation. Spike has entered Hansen's house, and she has to accept this situation and make arrangements.

"Everyone is ready to act immediately if any dangerous situation arises."

"Yes, boss."

Hearing Amanda's instructions, everyone in the car nodded to express their understanding.

Detectives Zhou and Detective Phil, who were sitting in the front, directly unsecured the pistols and prepared to shoot.

As all of this, Amanda put her attention back on the monitors in her ears.

At the same time, Agent Phil in the driver's seat continued to observe every move in the house through the telescope.

...

"...So, Mr. Hansen, what do you do?"

Hansen's home.

Spike casually glanced at the layout of the house, glanced at the Barbie dolls and teddy bears on the sofa, glanced at the location of the kitchen, and asked Hansen in a casual tone.

"I work for a furniture company specializing in aftermarket repairs and scrapping of furniture."

Sitting at the dining table, Hansen replied while serving the stew to his wife.

"In recent years, the furniture market has a good prospect. The public is generally reluctant to replace furniture and prefer to repair or renovate it. The general environment is sluggish, so no one will waste money."

Putting a bowl of broth in front of his wife, Hansen stirred the spoon to pour out the remaining pieces of meat, glanced at Spike in front of him, and said politely.

"So, Mr. Spike, do you need a bowl?"

"No thanks."

Spike glanced at the bright red meat in Hansen's bowl, and then took advantage of the opportunity to skim the blood on the kitchen floor, shaking his head and rejecting Hansen's kindness.

"That's a pity, my wife's gourmet stew tonight."

He didn't care about Spike's solution. Hansen took a piece of meat from the bowl and put it into his mouth. The bright red meat was chewing in his mouth and splashed with soup like blood, flowing down the corner of Hansen's mouth. And yet, he himself had no idea about it.

Witnessing the whole process of Hansen swallowing the meat, Spike's slightly drooping blue eyes, his pupils swayed, he touched the ring on his finger, and continued to ask.

"Speaking of furniture, recently I'm planning to buy a set of suitable furniture for my work place. Do you have anything to recommend, Hansen?"

"That's a big problem."

Swallowing the **** piece of meat in his mouth, Hansen scratched his head and showed an embarrassed expression when he heard Spike's question.

"I need to know the general layout of your office before I can find suitable furniture for it. Of course, if you really have this intention, I can introduce a colleague I know to help you design Mr. Spike."

"I think, Mr. Hansen, the furniture in your house is very suitable."

Facing Hansen's words, Spike walked to the cabinet in the house, swayed it casually, and turned to look at Hansen at the dining table.

"If you mean the furniture, it's all my wife's credit."

Hearing Spike's compliment, Hansen subconsciously glanced at the empty chair beside him, and said with a bit of flaunting in his tone.

"You seem to love your wife very much, Mr. Hansen."

Hearing Hansen's answer, Spike retracted his gaze on the statue and turned to glance at Hansen at the dining table.

The entire table was empty, and he was the only one.

However, Hansen himself seemed unaware of it.

"Of course, being able to meet my wife is the luckiest thing in my life."

With a happy expression on the corner of his mouth, Hansen glanced at his wife beside him and his daughter opposite him with gentle eyes.

"They are the most precious thing in my life, the driving force that I have always lived."

Hansen's words changed the look in Spike's eyes.

He looked at Hansen alone at the table, and the happy look on his face.

In a trance, it seemed that a woman and a girl appeared on the dining table with a strange look of happiness on their faces.

Blinking his eyes, the woman and girl at the dining table disappeared again. Spike looked at Hansen sitting alone at the dining table with a smile on his face.

"I think for your wife, you are also very lucky to meet Mr. Hansen."

"Of course."

"Well, I know, now that there are guests here, you always have to give me a little face~www.readwn.com~ dear."

He agreed with his mouth, and explained again with an embarrassed look on his face.

Hansen turned his head to Spike with a helpless smile.

If, in other scenarios, this scene is undoubtedly a happy family.

Unfortunately, in Spike's eyes, he only saw the scene of Hansen talking to himself at the dining table alone.

"Speaking of which, what about you, Mr. Spike, and your family?"

Hansen's words changed the smile that Spike had always maintained.

"..."

"I used to be like you, Mr. Hansen."

"once?"

Hearing Spike's description of "once", although he didn't know what happened to him, Hansen still sensed something.

"Sorry, Mr. Spike."

"Why, it's been a long time."

Shaking his head to show that he didn't care, Spike turned his head to glance at the time on the wall, and then said.

"It's been so long, and it's time to leave. Anyway, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hansen."

"It's nothing, it's all I have to do."

Seeing that Spike was leaving, Hansen also stood up from the dining table.

Accompanying Spike to the door, Hansen looked at him and hesitated before asking.

"So……"

Aware of the hesitation in Hansen's tone, Spike took the initiative to answer.

"The voucher will be sent out tomorrow, I believe it will be received soon."

Hearing Spike's words, Hansen breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out and shook hands with Spike in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Spike."

"No, I should thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hansen."

If you like screenwriting mystery, please collect it: () Screenwriter mystery Miaobi Pavilion has the fastest update speed.