A week ago...

A black bald head slowly walked into the night. It was Louisiana, Arkansas in the north, Texas in the west, Mississippi in the east, and Gulf of Mexico in the south. However, the bald one-eyed dragon did not walk on the streets of New Orleans, but a typical southern town in the Delta region.

He held a map and looked down, but the hand-drawn map was drawn entirely out of subjective cognition. The person who drew the map had no training in drawing maps, so even the agent elite like Black Raw Egg could not see where the mark was marked on it.

But the damn bastard who asked him only gave him this map.

Hei Ludan had to stop someone on the road, also the same typical southern red-necked old man, and he asked, "Hey! Brother... do you know where that old Ben Devriox house is? Someone asked me to come there and wait for him!"

The old man glanced at him coldly, his eyes full of disgust, and shouted to him: "Get out of here... nigger!"

"Hey, I didn't offend you. Now it's the United States. If it's not in the Confederacy, you'd better give me some respect." Nick Forrey said dissatisfied. The old red-necked face was gloomy and a gloomy feeling that was indescribable. He said in a scattering manner: "Now the United States protects you... If it were in that era, even sixty years ago, there would be no place for you, the devils, here. We would, under the leadership of the priest, burn you and your nest to ashes with your nests!"

The old man leaned on a crutch and became a little unconscious. He trembled all over and shouted, "Burn you to ashes, get out of it, devil!" He mumbled the chapters of the Bible, took out the silver cross on his chest and pointed it at Nick Forrey.

He also acted to drive him away, waved his crutches and chased him staggeringly.

Faced with such a conscious old man, even the King of Agents had no choice. Nick jumped in his head and ran into an alley without street lights with the old man's scolding. He ran and complained, "Damn it!" Nick was very angry and cursed in slang with a black accent: "Damn it old bastard... I'm much older than you! I can be your dad!"

"Hehe... shit. He almost ruined my favorite old suit, which was made by a tailor from 1942!"

Nick shook his trousers and was covered with some muddy legs. He looked up and saw a gloomy and old house appearing in front of him. He took out the map and saw a silhouette like a graffiti on the target site. This silhouette was unusually similar to the side of the house when it was dark. This ancient house was located in the most remote place in the town. If Nick had not been panicked and ran for a long period of no lights and a dirt path among the woods and weeds, he would never have found it.

It was here, attracting Nick's full attention as if it had magic.

The ancient house was surrounded by dark gray fences and high walls. Nick turned to its entrance and saw the yard door rusty and unlocked. He pushed open the yard door, and the rusty rotor without oil, made a loud squeaking sound.

Nick had to praise: "Okay! This is more useful than any damn modern anti-theft measures."

Although Nick had a way to sneak in without anyone noticing it, the identity of the person who invited him to make him abandon this meaningless idea and open the door openly.

It was quiet in the ancient house, and suddenly someone was moving his footsteps with difficulty. Soon, a woman with a little back looked a little old and dull, opened the old wooden door and asked, "Who?"

Nick greeted politely, saying, "Someone asked me to come here...is a damn young Asian. He may claim to be an insurance investigator!"

The woman stared at him for a long time, and until Nick felt a little strange on her face, she said hoarsely: "There is such a person, come in!"

Any normal person would feel that the woman's eyes were really gloomy and excessive.

The environment of the ancient house is difficult to think of anything beautiful. This old building has nothing to do with classical and elegant. It only has rotten mold, decayed wood, and dilapidated furniture, which makes this big house full of lingering old-fashioned atmosphere.

The woman was a little blurred. She was covered in dusk and a little hunched back. When she brought Nick Forre in, Nick also saw that wrinkles and old spots had begun to grow on her hands. But her hair roots were still black, and although her face was not well maintained, she did not have any characteristics of age.

According to Nick's profile of her, she was old and young, and even somewhat like himself.

Nick then became really interested. The woman carried the lantern and took him up the stairs. The lights were on in the study, and the sound of Chen Ang talking to the person came from inside: "The insurance amount left by Mrs. Ellis' aunt to her is about 280,000 US dollars, which is not a small amount, but we found that there were some problems with her file."

"Since marrying you...she seems a little...indifferent!"

"Her friend, the lead singer of the rock band, also her ex-boyfriend, claimed that you were controlling and manipulating her and mentally imprisoning her. This statement has a market in Mrs. Ellis' young social circle. People say that she was hired by Mrs. Violet to take care of her husband when she was young, and you were a lawyer trusted by Mrs. Violet."

"In the end, because thanks for your care, Violet entrusted the personal safety of the mansion and their couple to you before the stroke, and you got married immediately after this incident. It is difficult not to cause inappropriate speculation, such as, you have joined forces to control the Violet and their husbands and occupied their legacy?"

"Investigator Constantine!" Another cheerful and low voice laughed: "You are so good at guessing!"

"In fact, people did have these doubts in the early days. You know I am legally professional and they cannot find a handle to overturn all this from the gifting. So they told the judge that Caroline and I have a special interest relationship with the two elderly people, and we can work together to reasonably manipulate them."

"I told the judge that there was no dirty exchange of interest in our union, all of which was out of the magic of love! We knew that, but the judge seemed to have doubts, and she ruled that we should accept regulated inheritance of property and assume the obligation to take care of our two generous employers."

"At that time, everyone in the town said that they would not live long and would be killed by us!"

"But they lived for ten years!" Chen Ang politely complimented.

"Hahaha! Yes... we took care of them carefully and treated our parents for ten years. In the first three years, this kind of malicious slander was still very popular, but as time passed, all the ups and downs dissipated! People still believed in us and the kindness of human nature!"

Nick listened at the door. When he pushed the door in, he saw Chen Ang and a white middle-aged man sitting next to the fireplace, sitting in two big chairs, talking against the fire. When they heard Nick coming in, they turned to look at the door. Chen Ang stood up to greet him with a smile, shook hands with Nick Fury and said, "Nick! You are finally here!"

He introduced to the two homeowners and couples: "Nick Forrey, a federal legal officer, is also responsible for enforcing the court's estate judgment. We will cooperate with the transfer of estates... and related matters related to tax payment!"

Nick opened his mouth and complained, "Oh! Investigator Constantine, did you mention the tax department? Do you want me to be driven out from here with a broom?"

He turned to the middle-aged white man who might be a retired lawyer and said, "I'm just a bailiff and don't charge taxes! I'm here to give you money, please don't drive me out!"

Everyone laughed together, and the atmosphere was in a happy mood. Even the best way to get a distance in the United States was to complain about the tax department together. Everyone expressed some dissatisfaction with the i (Internal Taxation Bureau), and the distance between each other was greatly pulled in.

The hostess, or Mrs. Matthew, Caroline Ellis Matthew, was still standing next to her in gloomyness.

In the shadow, her hunched back was even more powerful. His husband, Luke Matthew, seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and said with a hint of scolding: "Go and make a pot of coffee for the guests!"

The woman staggered away. Before leaving, her face swayed in the shadow, a little creepy and ferocious. However, Chen Ang and Nick both saw it, but the two of them were just indifferent and even wanted to laugh. Nick thought so, leaning against the fireplace, and she couldn't help laughing.

At first he just covered his mouth and smiled dullly, and then he couldn't help it, so he burst out laughing.

He pointed at Chen Ang, almost laughed and asked, "What does it mean to send me this thing?" He took out the map and asked, "Do you expect me to find this thing with this thing?" Luke seemed a little uneasy when he saw the reaction of the two of them. He twisted his body to express his inner irritability.

Chen Ang looked at the map and said, "I came to the door with this thing... We found this map in the relics of Mrs. Caroline's aunt. This is the address of her only relative left by the old man. She was attached to a letter and sent to her by Mrs. Caroline."

Nick then stopped laughing, looked at the graffiti on it carefully and said, "So cute!"

"Especially the graffiti silhouettes of this house."

Mr. Luke took Nick's words unnaturally and said, "Thank you, this was left by my wife when she was young! At that time, she was still a naughty girl."

Nick suddenly said, "Can you ask your wife to draw another silhouette for me... I want to collect it. Fortunately, when I tell people about this "adventure" in the future, I can show them this map and let them find the route above..."

Chen Ang snatched the map and said, "Don't even think about it! I want to keep this map myself... You know I like to collect various souvenirs for each case. I once collected a pair of hockey masks a few years ago. It was given to me by one of my beneficiaries. He had to bring this mask given to him by his mother every day to fall asleep. But he gave it to me, and it was the best gift I received!"

"That hockey mask!" Nick suddenly burst into laughter: "So there is this story...what is the Iron Man mask in your office? It was also given to you by Tony Sterk? And the old-fashioned videotape? The voodoo doll on the bookshelf? The glasses left by the grandfather of the crazy Sam who bought it online at a high price?"

"Oh my God! Sam's grandfather is really just a shoemaker. He has never been to the Antarctic... nor did he!

Chen Ang said calmly: "My that is true!"

"What?" Nick smiled and made a black question mark with his unique black beauty.jpg

"My glasses are real Captain Witvic..." Chen Ang said calmly.

Nick's expression froze. He changed to a serious face and stared at Chen Ang. Just as the atmosphere between the two became more and more tense, the woman with a hunched back walked in silently with a pot of coffee. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere in the room, and the coffee maker just shook.

At this time, Nick's face gradually showed a ghost smile, then his big white teeth showed his grin, and he pounded the table wildly and started laughing.

"Constantine...you always have such a sense of humor. As cold humor as a damn British!"

The coffee on the table almost splashed out, but Nick ignored it, but turned to the hostess and asked, "Madam, this is the map you drew when you were young. To be honest, it makes me feel uncomfortable!" Nick's mind flashed quickly when the map sent by Chen Ang arrived at S.H.I.E.D., the agents were facing a great enemy and there were many inspection items.

"Can you draw another one for me...I want to keep a souvenir!" Nick said frankly.

The hostess was a little helpless. She subconsciously clasped the lace of the apron and tugged the apron with both hands.

Mr. Luke mentioned her indifferently and said, "Dear... nothing is there to draw?"

Nick pretended to be surprised and said, "Did I offend me?"

The hostess said in great difficulty: "No...No!" She picked up her pen and drew graffiti on the white paper next to her, but she couldn't draw it well, and finally made a mess. Chen Ang came out to stop her and said, "Okay! Stop drawing... Give it to you the map!"

Nick asked with wide eyes: "What are you using as a memorial? Investigator Constantine?"

"Since you want it so much, why should I win someone's love?" Chen Ang said: "Souplets are fine. I just accept some worthless gifts from beneficiaries. Whether those things have other meanings or not, they are already very meaningful to me. My career has given them extraordinary meaning!"

The male owner Luke then relaxed and smiled and said, "As long as you want, we can give you anything here as a gift!"

Chen Ang looked around and didn't seem to see anything interesting.
Chapter completed!