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Chapter 111: The depressed Star-Lord who wants to lose weight

Soon, Bruce drove Peter to the destination.

Officer Chandler was leaning against the police car on the side of the road. When he saw Peter sitting in the car, he straightened up nervously.

"Has another victim appeared?"

Peter asked as he walked over to Officer Chandler with Bruce after he got out of the car.

Bruce, who was standing by, was a little surprised when he saw Chandler.

Is this the policeman who ran away from the bar yesterday?
Chandler didn't notice Bruce's expression. He greeted Peter enthusiastically and took him into a villa next door.

"The victim this time was Horry Hunt, a banker who returned to Smallwell for vacation and met with an accident."

He introduced them as he led the two forward.

Peter looked around at the magnificent decorations and said, "What a pity, having endless wealth but dying early."

"This may be the script set by the God of Death. Humans cannot change it."

During the conversation, Chandler took Peter and Bruce to the living room of the villa.

A strange smell from the living room entered their nostrils.

"That's the ashes on the sofa."

Chandler pointed at the black ashes on the sofa and said to Peter.

Hearing this, Peter walked over to the sofa and looked at the traces on it that seemed to have been burned to ashes. "Are there no footprints or other clues at the scene?"

"No, he didn't install surveillance cameras in his home like he did in the bank."

Chandler shrugged his shoulders and muttered to himself, "Could it be the devil who did it?"

The last bizarre murder case he experienced with Peter was still fresh in his memory.

He suspected that this incident would be similar to the last one.

"correct."

He suddenly remembered something and said to Peter, "The deceased also had a Doberman. Strangely, the dog was not found at the scene, and..."

He pointed to the ground and said, "There are no signs of a fight at the scene. If the Doberman knew that his owner was in trouble, he would definitely come over and bite him, but there are no signs of this."

"Perhaps it wasn't there at the time."

Bruce put forward his own conjecture.

Chandler shook his head and didn't continue.

Peter, standing at the scene, used his super vision to observe his surroundings, and finally found a metal plate behind the curtain.

Going to the window, he drew aside the curtain and found a small stain of dust.

Bending down, he lowered his head and picked up the metal plate from it.

It turned out to be a dog tag with the word "Buddy" engraved on it.

"I think I found that cute Doberman."

Peter picked up the dog tags and showed them to the two men.

"This is.?"

Bruce looked at the dog tag in Peter's hand in astonishment, then looked at the small pile of ashes on the ground, "Sir, are you saying that this pile of ashes belongs to that Doberman?"

"Uh-huh, I'm afraid so."

Peter handed the dog tag to Chandler who was also stunned. "Even the dog was not spared. This should not be a simple spontaneous combustion case."

Clapping his hands, he said to Chandler, "Anyway, we have to keep in touch. Officer Chandler, if you have any clues, remember to contact me in time."

"Okay."

Chandler swallowed and said to him.

Bruce's brows were furrowed the whole time as he drove back to the farm.

"What? Did you find anything?"

Peter asked him as he drove the car.

"No, not yet, but it's weird."

Bruce expressed his thoughts: "If the human body spontaneously combusts, it is impossible for the dog to spontaneously combust with it, sir. I think it is very likely that it is not a fire or a spontaneous human combustion incident."

“It’s highly likely that it was man-made.”

Peter stopped the car at the intersection of the road and said to him.

If it was caused by mutants caused by kryptonite, he could recover the green kryptonite this time.

At night, Bruce did not come back for dinner because he was investigating the "spontaneous human combustion" incident.

"dad."

Star-Lord was lying on the bed and called out to Peter who was about to leave, "Can you tell me about Bruce?"

"of course can."

Peter came over and sat on the bed, "Are you curious about Bruce's story?"

"No, I just want to know the story of my father and his past."

"That's a long story. Bruce wasn't that tall back then."

Peter tells Star-Lord the story of how he met Bruce in Metropolis.

After listening to his father's story, Star-Lord blinked and asked him, "Does Bruce really have no parents?"

"Yeah, his parents were shot in an alley when he was a kid."

"That sounds regrettable."

Star-Lord thought for a moment and said, "But no wonder John is so hostile to Bruce. He thinks Bruce is here to snatch his father from him."

"Bruce doesn't have such thoughts."

Patting Star-Lord on the shoulder, he prepared to leave.

"Dad, I saw a fortune teller near the Talon Club today."

Star-Lord suddenly talked about his discovery today.

"A fortune teller?" "Yes, a lady standing on South Street holding a sign: Psychic fortune teller for money, ten dollars for telling people how they died."

Peter became slightly interested when he heard this.

"Is she accurate?"

"I don't know. I just secretly listened for a while."

Star-Lord thought for a moment and spoke to Peter, "She said that one person would die accidentally in an intense jet skiing accident, another person would be eaten by a bear in the living room, there was Ebola virus, monkey flu, squirrel smallpox. I don't remember the rest."

"Dad, can you lend me ten dollars? I want to give it a try."

Star-Lord sincerely asked Peter to borrow ten dollars.

"You don't have to believe this, Star-Lord. That lady is not a fortune teller. She is just a storyteller. She tells interesting stories, and the audience is willing to listen to her stories about the uncertain future."

Peter probably knew this kind of person, who, under the guise of divination, would make up some nonsense that people would be willing to listen to.

"Really? Dad, is she lying?"

"It's not a malicious lie."

Peter shook his head. "She is just telling the story that people want to hear. Most people don't really care how they will die. They just want to know how they will live."

"Although many of them don't realize the two are closely linked."

"Ah."

Star-Lord nodded, "Dad, then she's a liar?"

Peter was silent for a few seconds.

He didn't quite understand why Star-Lord would care whether the other person was a liar or not.

But he soon found out why.

Star-Lord said in frustration, "She said if I don't lose weight I'll choke to death on a cold cheesesteak. I want her to do the math for me again."

"Uh"

After a moment's silence, Peter consoled him, "No, no, you won't choke to death on your cold cheese steak. She's just trying to scare you. Dad will help you take down her stall tomorrow, okay?"

After scaring the children like this, it looks like there will be "justice" tomorrow.

"No, Dad, I think she has a point."

Star-Lord lowered his voice and said to him, "I want to be as thin as Bruce."

"etc.!"

Peter interrupted him and looked at him, "Star-Lord, are you deliberately speaking in a low voice?"

"I I didn't."

"You are."

Peter looked at him suspiciously, "Are you imitating Bruce's speech?"

"I didn't, Dad, that's my voice."

Star-Lord lowered his voice, making it deliberately deep, "I am just like that, Dad."

Exhaling a breath and looking at Star-Lord who suddenly acted stupidly, Peter decided not to argue with this naughty kid.

"Okay, remember to go to bed early."

Peter ruffled his hair, stood up and left the room.

When I turned off the lights, I heard Star-Lord's deep, suppressed voice again, "Good night, Dad."

Peter: "."

The next day, early in the morning.

Star-Lord and Zu looked at Bruce who appeared in the living room in shock.

Bruce did not appear alone, he was accompanied by a beautiful woman.

Peter came down from upstairs and was stunned when he saw Bruce in the living room and the beautiful woman beside him.

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Looking at the beautiful woman's slightly familiar appearance, his brows furrowed slightly.

Isn’t this Teacher Katie Wiznewski, Martha’s colleague whom I met at school a few days ago?
When did Bruce become so intimate with this sexy painting teacher?
Seeing Peter appear, Bruce hurried over to introduce him.

"Sir, this is my girlfriend, Katie Wiznewski."

Katie Wiznewski smiled and extended her hand to Peter, "Mr. Padrick, I'm glad we meet again."

"Do you know?"

Bruce asked in surprise.

"We've known each other for a short time."

Katie Wiznewski explained to Bruce, "We dealt with each other a few days ago because of something at school."

Peter was stunned when he heard Bruce say that this was his own girlfriend.

How old is this kid and he's already so playboyish and got a girlfriend so casually?
Peter suppressed his inner suspicion and pretended to be calm. He asked Bruce, "Didn't you go to investigate the incident? Is this the result of your investigation?"

"I met Katie when I was researching at school. We talked about some things and found that we got along surprisingly well. We had the same hobbies and opinions, and we fell in love at first sight."

"love at first sight?"

Peter looked at Bruce's face with suspicion, wondering if he was attracted to him because of his beauty.

Besides, he didn't quite believe that Bruce would be so reckless.

This kid, was he under the spell of the other party? !

Although many thoughts flashed through his mind, the expression on Peter's face did not change at all.

Coughing, he shook the hand Katie extended to him.

The moment their palms touched each other, a strange feeling spread throughout his body.

Katie didn't seem to notice the difference and continued to smile at Peter.

Pulling his hand free, Peter looked towards Bruce.

"Bruce, I think we need to talk."

(End of this chapter)