In Brooklyn's Chinatown, Russell drove a police car through the chaotic streets, feeling that he had come to a small county town, which was far worse than in China in terms of architecture and culture.

Looking at the advertisement for the infertility of the old Chinese medicine doctor on the telephone pole, he was silent for a moment, pretending that he was in New York.

Last night's riots are over, and there were no casualties in a farce, but the streets and alleys are full of paper flowers with streamers, and passers-by are arguing about whether it was a real dragon or a fake dragon last night.

According to the reliable information of the seven aunts and eight aunts, the dragon dance turned into a real dragon last night not because of the appearance of the gods, but because the evil aliens used lasers to bring the dragon dance to life.

Russell was looking for the informant on the street, and it is no wonder that the police officers on duty last night judged that all the witnesses were hallucinating due to excessive drinking, but there are too many elements in the popular version, and all kinds of braggadocio and nonsense.

Talking to several informants one by one, Russell saw fragments of memories about the dragon.

A nondescript dragon, the product of a combination of East and West, with six thick thighs, two wings and fleshy wings on its back, a hideous and hateful face and a head full of horns, very fierce.

And breathing fire!

Because of its size, it is a heavyweight in the fat world, so the wings of this fat dragon are purely ornamental, and it can't scream as loudly as killing a pig in mid-air.

Confirming that there had indeed been a mysterious incident last night, Russell continued his investigation, and came to the Chinese medicine hall on the telephone pole with a black face on his face.

The wooden floors and walls are burned with wisps of Zen incense, the room is full of Chinese medicine props, and the medicine cabinet is written in traditional characters.

It's strange that Russell walked into it, always felt that something was wrong, thought for a while, and found that the furnishings in the house were too deliberate.

It is as if the shopkeeper is afraid that others will understand, so he has placed all kinds of complex objects related to Chinese medicine, which makes people unaware and highlights that he is very professional.

"Young man, can you speak Chinese?"

An old doctor with a goatee stepped out of the curtain and shook the goose feather fan in his hand.

"Ancestral skills, will be many years old." Feeling weird, Russell couldn't help but complain.

"That's good, because the old man's English is average."

Your Chinese level is also average!

Listening to the old doctor's broken Mandarin, which integrates many dialects, Russell felt that he had met a liar.

"You may be seated."

The old doctor invited Russell to sit down and said straight to the point: "I won't serve tea, let's talk about it, are you here to treat infertility or other incurable diseases?" ”

Russell shook his head: "No, I'm very healthy, and I'm looking for you for ......"

"Young man, don't be embarrassed, the old man has been practicing medicine for many years, and this pair has never seen the wrong person."

The old doctor pushed the brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a low voice: "If the old man is not mistaken, your body is very weak!" ”

Russell: (_)

Give you a chance to reorganize the language!

"Don't be shy, we practice martial arts...... Phew, our Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking, and cutting, just like you, the old man can see through it at a glance, and the intercourse is not very smooth, right? ”

Russell: ()

Why are you spewing blood for no reason?

"Don't worry, the law does not pass on non-people, and the Tao does not pass on the six ears, just the two of us here, this disease...... God knows that you know and I know, and it will never be passed on. ”

The old doctor stroked his beard and looked well-informed: "A young man like you has seen a lot, and it is understandable that he is thin-skinned and shy to speak, but it is better to treat some diseases as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late to regret it." ”

Russell: (Benefit)

Hao's first horseman, the bearded old thief, dare to bark here?

"Young man, I've heard of the Dragon and Tiger ...... Ahem, have you heard the story of Bian Que and Cai Huangong, you must not learn from Cai Huangong's illness and avoid medicine! ”

The old doctor spoke earnestly, and suddenly changed his words: "By the way, how is your income, cash or credit card?" ”

"First, I'm in good health, and second, I'm not here to see a doctor......"

As he spoke, Russell took out his police ID card: "NYD, I want you to confirm something." ”

"Officer, it's none of my business!"

The old doctor jumped up with a swish, took off his coat, and revealed the long-sleeved horse coat inside: "I am the head of the martial arts hall on the next street, and I came to help guard the door, I don't know everything here, especially the dragon and tiger pills with a hundred beautiful knives, I have never heard of it." ”

“……”

Russell silently put away the police officer card, feeling that the whole person was not good, and a telepathic smash down, looking through the memories he wanted.

Last night, two strangers broke into the hospital hall and fought there, destroying several Chinese medicine props that supported the scene, and smashing the precious antique 'carved wooden windows'.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was not an eyewitness, and Russell found a real eyewitness next door to the tube building according to his memory.

The two faces of the suspected murderer came into Russell's sight, one was the king of bad movies, and the other was Doctor Octopus, both of which were quite familiar faces.

"If nothing else, just with these two faces, it's definitely the plot of a certain movie."

The corners of Russell's mouth curled, and he turned to leave the building.

Thirty seconds later, he returned to the medical hall, took a picture of Franklin, bought a new thermos cup, and took two catties of wolfberries with him by the way.

I don't mean anything else, I want to drink some hot tea when it's cold, and wolfberry is bright and eye-friendly, just killing two birds with one stone.

"Young man, you can't cure this disease wolfberry, you can only strengthen your body by learning martial arts, I'll give you a 20% discount...... Hey, what about people? ”

The old doctor held the green bill, rushed out with a brisk step, and when he turned around, Russell disappeared in the corridor.

……

Doctor Octopus is hard to find, the King of Bad Movies is much simpler, Russell drives the police car into a no-man's corner, waves his hand to release the Death Knell Armor, and uses the left side of the Divine Throne to enchant it.

The face of the king of bad movies, Russell saw it at the New York Police Headquarters, entered the internal passage and turned out his file, let the Knell armor scan the outline of the photo's facial features, and inquire about the surveillance cameras of all sizes in New York.

"Anyway, wouldn't he feel strange that the king of bad movies appears repeatedly?"

Russell muttered, bought an authentic fried rice on the side of the street, and waited for the Deathstroke Armor to collect clues.

Before the fried rice was eaten, the Deathstroke Armor found its target.

Bassadzec!

European immigrants, who run an antique shop in New York called 'Mystery House', disappeared for no apparent reason a decade ago and recently reappeared.

Because it has been missing for so long, the antique store has been repossessed by the owner and is now a mobile phone store, and Bathazar himself has no permanent place of residence.

Russell checked the information gathered by the Deathstroke Armor and pointed to the young man who appeared at the same time as Bassadze, looking for information about him.

This time, the young man's name was David, a student at the City University of New York, with excellent grades, a genius student in the physics department, two patents in his hands, and a special laboratory prepared by the school for him.

"It's the City University of New York again......"

Russell raised his eyebrows, remembering that Terri he met because of the time loop belonged to this university, the difference was that Terri was on the Brooklyn campus.

Both plots are directly related to the City University of New York, and he decides to visit the door one day, maybe he can meet the main characters in other plots.

David is a simple student, with a nerd personality, and his life is basically three-point-one, with dormitories, teaching buildings, and laboratories.

One one-handed dog!

Unable to find Bassadze, Russell decided to start with David, called the school, and learned that David was absent on leave and there was no one in the dormitory, so he drove straight to his private laboratory.

David's research project was too risky, and the school was far away from the city to find an abandoned parking lot for him that didn't poop, underground, and a city subway that would be returned until the city's transportation system was repaired.

Russell drove to the car, telepathically swept over, and found that there was a residual aura of magic inside, and immediately raised his eyebrows, revealing an interested smile.

After killers, aliens, future people, robots, and mutated creatures, New York has a new resident - magicians.

Bang Bang Bang!

Russell knocked on the iron door, but after a moment, David, who looked very stupid and naïve, pushed the door open, and said suspiciously: "Who are you looking for, if you take the subway, this place has been abandoned." ”

"No, I'm looking for you."

Russell showed his police ID: "David, about the riot in Brooklyn's Chinatown last night, I want to ask you to verify some specific circumstances. ”

"Police, officer, I don't know anything."

Seeing the police officer card, David immediately dodged his eyes, and his words were not good.

"Good, your performance proves that you know a lot."

Russell said something that made Davy grimace, pushed him away, and strode into the lab, looking in the direction of where the magic was coming from.

The empty abandoned underground parking lot has been easily renovated, and in addition to the warehouse where sundries and materials are piled up, the largest open space is equipped with electromagnetic coils and other experimental equipment.

Russell looked at the circular magic array on the ground and teased: "David, I went to the school to look for you, and I was told that you took a long vacation, why, now you don't study science, but study magic?" ”

"It's not magic, it's just a joke."

David smiled, at a loss to know what to say, he wiped the cold sweat on his head: "Officer, what do you call it?" ”

"My name is Russell, and I'm now in charge of investigating the mysterious events in Chinatown." Russell stared at David, accentuating the 'mysterious event'.

"Ha, ha, ha...... Officer, your name is so familiar, I think I've heard it somewhere. "Davy had more sweat on his head, so much that he couldn't wipe it off.

"My name doesn't matter, the key is your performance, it's too suspicious. Some witnesses said that you showed up in Chinatown last night, and there was another person with long hair and black circles next to you, what were you doing there? ”

Russell tried telepathically watching David's memories, but he didn't succeed, it's not that David is outstanding, this thing is a rookie, but he has an inexplicable power blessing on his body, which should be from the handiwork of other mages.

"Can you find this t?" David was dumbfounded, and subconsciously burst into a foul language.

"Boy, don't underestimate the police."

Russell snorted coldly: "I also found out that the man who was with you was named Bathazar, who had been missing for ten years and had not been heard from again, and suddenly appeared recently. ”

I'm a man!

David had a meeting in his heart, and in the face of Russell's righteous eyes, he couldn't find a reasonable excuse and panicked.