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Chapter 28: Shadow of the Slide
Noon, Smallwell Saloon Restaurant.

There are endless sounds related to eating around.

The spoon stirred in the cup, the hot oil in the pan hissed and smoked, and the fork scraped the plates and dishes.

Peter turned over the tender egg in front of him and raised his head to look at the school not far away.

It has been three days since Clark and Zu's first day at school.

The two naughty kids have not yet recovered from the excitement of entering school for the first time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of footsteps hitting the floor was heard, and a middle-aged man wearing a North Carolina hat walked over and sat down opposite Peter's dining table.

"Good afternoon, Chandler."

Peter greeted the middle-aged man with whom he had made an appointment in advance.

Chandler didn't take off his hat, but glanced nervously left and right, "I told you not to say my name out loud."

Peter looked at the nervous policeman, speechless.

"We're not doing any illegal business, why are you so nervous?"

Chandler is a police officer in Smallville and a colleague of Officer Ryan.

Peter had made some kind of secret deal with him before - he paid Chandler some dollars, and Chandler provided him with some inside information about the police department.

Peter picked up a cinnamon toast and said, "Just think of me as a reporter. It's not illegal for a police officer to reveal some inside information to a reporter, right?"

Chandler exhaled and adjusted his sitting position to make his fat body more comfortable in the chair. "You always have a point, Peter."

Peter crumpled up a large piece of toast and pierced an egg yolk, letting the overflowing yellow liquid merge with the maple syrup surrounding them.

He asked Chandler, "Any clues about the Luthor family bank robbery?"

Peter felt that the robber who had repeatedly robbed banks and jewelry stores in the town was challenging his bottom line.

The Luthor family bank and jewelry store are their own private territory. This bastard stole their things without permission. They will be very angry if they don't kill him.

So he contacted Chandler and asked him to reveal some inside information of the police station to him.

Chandler looked around and made sure that no one was paying attention to him, then he took out a stack of photos and put them on the table.

"After robbing several banks and jewelry stores, the suspect has been relatively quiet recently. It seems that he is in hiding for the time being."

Peter frowned and picked up the photo on the table.

The photos are all on-site photos of the robbed jewelry store. The glass cabinets were smashed and the metal safes were deformed by the impact.

Peter put down the photo and asked Chandler, "You should have sent people to watch the bank and the jewelry store? Why haven't you caught him yet?"

Chandler said helplessly: "He is not an ordinary person. We can't send one or two policemen to follow him, but we don't have enough police force. You know, after the terrorist attack in the auditorium, we have to send policemen to patrol the streets all the time."

Peter nodded, 'Do you have any guesses about the suspect's identity?'

"It should be a young man, young and strong, agile and powerful."

"young people?"

Peter frowned slightly, and the young man's range was large.

Do I have to do it myself, transform into Batman and patrol the town at night to catch this guy who might have committed a crime?

"Zi! Zhi!"

As Peter was lost in thought, Chandler's intercom rang.

"Yes, yes, I'm eating out. Is it near Canal Street? I'll be right there."

After turning off the intercom, he stood up and said to Peter, "Sorry, there's a murder nearby. I have to rush over immediately."

"Murder? What murder?"

Chandler put on his hat, "An old man was strangled to death by piano wire at home, but it's hard to say, maybe he hanged himself with the piano wire."

Having said that he turned around and prepared to leave.

"and many more."

Peter stopped him and pointed to an envelope on the table, "You forgot to take something."

"Uh-huh, sorry, my memory has been a little bad lately."

Chandler understood what he meant, picked up the envelope on the table, felt its thickness, and roughly guessed how much money Peter put in it. "See you next time, Mr. Padrick."

Chandler said goodbye to Peter in a happy mood.

But his good mood was soon ruined by the smell of the murder scene.

The strong smell of blood pierced his nostrils like copper rust, making him want to vomit.

Looking at the horrific scene and the corpse whose head was almost strangled by the piano wire, he frowned and looked at Officer Ryan next to him.

Ryan said to him as he inspected the scene, "I hope the smell here doesn't make you vomit your lunch."

Chandler walked up to Officer Ryan and said, "I'm not a rookie. I've been working in the police department for fifteen years. This is not enough to make me lose my composure. So, do you have any clues?"

Officer Ryan closed his notebook and said, "There is a camera at the intersection outside this house."

"Hmm, what did you find?"

"We found a guy among them."

"Who?"

Ryan was silent for a second, then said, "It's the guy who robbed the Luther family bank."

school.

Clark walked out of the corridor carrying his schoolbag.

At the end of school, the liberated first-grade students cheered and fled the classroom.

"Boom!"

A tall, muscular boy with freckles on his face deliberately bumped into Clark's shoulder.

Clark, who hadn't noticed, was knocked off balance.

"Farm boy, don't block me when you walk next time."

The tall, muscular freckled boy threatened Clark as he walked forward.

Clark didn't say anything, but silently picked up the schoolbag that fell on the ground.

"Are you okay Clarke?"

Martha McConnell saw Clark's books scattered all over the floor and came over to help him pick them up.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Clark hurriedly put the book in his bag and was about to leave.

He felt somewhat embarrassed to be seen in this situation.

Even if the other person is not Lana.

On the other side, A-Zu, who was on the other side of the corridor, saw Clark being pushed down, and his face suddenly tensed up.

He looked at the freckled boy who was leaving, and followed him with a stern face.

The freckled boy did not go home immediately, but went to the facilities behind the school playground.

There are various small exercise equipment in the sports facilities, and the only relatively large one is the slide placed in the center.

He likes to play with a group of followers after school.

But because he stayed in school for a few minutes longer today, all the followers had already left school, so he had to come here by himself.

In a good mood, he walked to the slide and prepared to slide down.

But I don't know why, I always feel like something is following me, and the feeling of uneasiness keeps lingering in my heart.

Standing on the two-meter-high slide, he looked back uneasily.

Behind him was a peaceful forest.

"call!"

Thinking he was overthinking it, he took a deep breath.

When I bent down and prepared to get into the slide, I didn't notice that there was suddenly a figure behind me.

(End of this chapter)