My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

Laura nodded thoughtfully, but did not continue to ask.

"Hey, there is a small convenience store in front."

Laura was sitting on the back seat of Eric's motorcycle, and 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 Laura, and entered the store.

Candles were burning on the counter for light.

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

The room was very quiet, as if no one was there.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

Eric tried to shout around.

No one answered.

Only Eric's voice echoed in the shop.

"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 for Luo to stand behind him.

He drew a pistol from his belt.

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

Fortunately he prepared ahead of time and brought a USP self-loading pistol with him.

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

Laura followed Eric in fear, following him step by step.

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

She swallowed and asked Eric in a low voice.

"Don't know! But I smell something bad."

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

It smelled like freshly cut grass, but also like a dead body in a dry gutter that had been infested with bedbugs and bacteria for days.

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

Laura also smelled this smell. As a well-informed reporter, she had already thought of the possible accidents here, and her heart couldn't help but rise to her throat.

Although she was afraid, a sense of excitement as a reporter seeking to explore the truth was stabbing her heart, making her walk forward in contradiction, hoping to find out what happened here.

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

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

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

"No!"

Laura shook her head stubbornly.

Her shoulders were tight just now, not only from nervousness, but also from excitement.

A reporter's desire to seek the truth, this emotion is more addictive than nervous fear.

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

Laura took a step forward, walking side by side with Eric.

"I hate shadows."

Laura suddenly mentioned something she hated.

“Because there was a time when I would always fail, so I blamed my failures on a huge shadow. In school, I would be laughed at by girls, maybe my body was different from them, 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 candlelight, and said with emotion.

"Yeah?"

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 quotes Eric's words.

"may be."

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

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

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

This is room 1450, Sycamore Street, not far from Fifth Avenue in New York. The owner of the house is a couple named Stein.

The boy's name is Dan, and the girl's name is Muriel.

"check it out."

Eric handed Laura the tax ledger.

"It 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, which means that a woman named Muriel may not live here. According to the posters on the wall, it can be judged that this male owner named Dan likes some popular metal bands in the 1980s, such as Poison, Clown Crue, wanted warrant and Wenger, it shows that he may be extremely conservative. In addition, according to the interior decoration, it shows that the male owner also likes to play stocks and fish."

Eric looked around and made a guess instantly.

"...Is this what you guessed you came out of?"

Laura stared at Eric with the eyes of an alien, and said with admiration: "Now I have to wonder whether you are a fitness expert or a detective."

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

Eric winked at Laura.

Laura, who had automatically filled Eric's brain with countless auras, felt her heart beat a little faster in an instant.

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 caught a scent.

Rotten smell.

Nausea and vomiting smell.

Second floor, main bathroom.

The curtain in the bathroom was tightly drawn, the toilet seat was covered, and a small glass light tube was placed on it. One end of the light tube had been carbonized and black.

The stench here can knock people to the ground.

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

There was a dark shadow behind the shower curtain, Eric reached out and opened the shower curtain.

I saw a dead man lying in the bathtub.

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The head of the dead body was covered with a plastic bag, and the blood flowing from the back of the head into the bag had solidified into hard lumps.

Eric quickly reached out to cover Laura's eyes.

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

But Laura 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 didn't panic too much.

Gently took Eric's hand, removed it from his eyes, and stared at the corpse.

"He...was murdered?"

"Looks like it is."

Eric tore off the plastic bag from the corpse, leaving a mess on the back of the dead man's head.

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

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