Momoji and how did the other party know that she knew Peter’s identity?

Things were more difficult than she expected, and the organization behind Professor Baudelaire was more powerful than she expected.

"You don't think that if you bring me to the scene of the crime, you can change my mind immediately. Join you." I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Dorothy always feels that there is a sweet fishy smell in the living room now. This smell makes her feel disgusted.

"Of course not." This time the man in a white coat was the person in charge of the operation. The reason why Baudelaire stayed here was just to win the trust of his new partners. "We hope that you can have an intuitive feeling." If you can't experience your own experience, how can you resonate with them?

"What do you feel?" Yu Guangli, Howard Toms, whose arm was sawed off, was gone. Dorothy only saw a pile of red things on the carpet. She withdrew her gaze and pretended not to see anything.

The heart was beating wildly. Dorothy felt two villains in her brain. One was trying hard to make her run away, and the other was telling her that she had to remain calm at this time to ensure safety.

"Feel justice." The smile on the man in the white coat was gentle and polite from beginning to end. "One is a top student who was born with a good birth, with a bright future. The other is a problematic girl who dropped out of high school and worked as a waiter in a bar. In addition to the disappointing court, do you know how much criticism, accusations, abuse and insults that girl received before her death?"

Dorothy didn't respond. This society is already more harsh on women, so she is not surprised.

"Maybe there was no physical torture, but she suffered only a lot of cruel whipping mentally. So we chose Mr. House for Howard Thoms." Let Howard Thoms be dismembered by House's living limbs, and finally the internal organs and bones were sealed into the barrel.

"Toms suffered as painfully as his victims, and finally died." The man in the white coat seemed very proud.

"Then you call this justice."

This is probably the worst time that justice has been hacked?

A group of psychologically distorted thugs do things that are no different from those of the murderer in the name of justice. Then they say with confidence that they are just avenging their victims.

A group of people found an excellent fig leaf to cover their foreheads, using this to vent their dark thoughts, and then called them, "They are just."

It's really disgusting.

"Aren't you saying that you are helping the victim's girl revenge?" Dorothy leaned back on the sofa. She could feel that the effect of the medicine had subsided and her strength came back. "What's the name of that girl? Well? What's the name of the girl who was raped by Toms and committed suicide in the end?"

Dorothy raised her chin slightly and stared at the old professor and the man in white coat opposite her questioningly.

As she expected, both men were stunned and could not answer at all.

"Your justice is really casual." Dorothy sneered.

The living room was quiet again. Except for House's sound of handling the body, the remaining three people who were still alive did not make any sound.

After waiting for a while, the man in the white coat suddenly took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at it, then put it back, and then he exchanged glances with Baudelaire.

"Then let's get here today." I know that it's impossible to convince the girl today, and the white coat is not entangled - young people are always a little arrogant. "By the way, Dorothy, you will receive it in a while." I blinked at the girl sitting on the sofa affectionately, waved my hand to signal that it was time for her to withdraw.

Dorothy was sitting on the sofa and was ready to get up and start. The old professor must have been able to beat him. She might also have the power to fight in a white coat. What she needs to be most vigilant now is the possible enemies that have not yet appeared.

At this time, I saw a white coat slamming House, who had been blindly focal in his eyes after killing, snapping his fingers while dismembering the body. In an instant, the other party's limb movements changed.

If House before was like a murderous puppet, then now, the murderous puppet is alive.

"Hey, little girl." There was still blood on her face, and the clothes on her chest were covered with blood. House seemed to be unable to see Baudelaire and her white coat, and only stared at Dorothy. "Oh, your bone ratio is perfect." As he said that, House picked up a bone knife and approached Dorothy.

House must have great strength to be able to dismember the corpse by himself. Dorothy didn't care about the white coat and the old professor, and immediately jumped up from the sofa.

He quickly turned around and crossed the sofa, then rushed to the fireplace. Dorothy picked up a golf club from the fireplace. At this time, House was approaching. He turned around and waved the club and hit it. The knife in House's hand was knocked off, but Dorothy was grabbed by the other party.

Without entanglement, she immediately raised her legs and kicked the other person hard, and then got a long decorative object from the wall. The hand was heavy and cold. Before she could see what it was, Dorothy immediately raised it and slammed it hard on House's cheek.

The man was beaten so hard that his body was tilted and he took two steps back.

Seizing this gap, Dorothy immediately stepped forward and hit the opponent's back again. House was beaten forward and Dorothy immediately smashed the opponent's back neck.

"Yeah!" The man let out a muffled groan and finally stopped moving.

Dorothy leaned against the wall and gasped, holding his weapon tightly in his hand - it was a heavy piece of solid steel pipe? Or a huge steel nail?

She didn't recognize what it was.

Slowly calm down her breathing. The intense exercise just now was too forced for her, a person who had just recovered from the effects of the medicine. Fortunately, nothing happened.

But Professor Baudelaire and the man in white coat are now gone.

He knocked his head with one hand, and Dorothy again confirmed that House had completely fainted and began to search in this not-so-large living room. It was pitch black outside, and the windows and doors were locked tightly, so she couldn't even smash the glass. She was worried that the man on the ground would wake up, so she could only tie the person tightly with the rope and tape she found on the fireplace.

"I don't have the strength..." Dorothy was so nauseous that she wanted to vomit, and the pile of bones and minced meat on the carpet made her even more creepy.

[Doros, please take a break.] The system feels sorry for its host. [He won't wake up so quickly.] Killing and dismembering people is a very laborious task, and House shouldn't have much energy left.

Dorothy squatted down at the corner of the wall away from the corpse, leaning her back against the wall. The cold wall at this moment made her feel indescribable.

"My bag." A metallic color flashed across her eyes. Dorothy found that her chain bag was thrown on the ground behind a shorter table. She quickly took her bag over, and everything was there, but the phone showed no signal.

It's 3 a.m., which means that it's only 6 hours since she was kidnapped.

Sitting on the ground for a few minutes, Dorothy stood up again and began to look for an exit. She pulled out the lighter and cigarette from the chain bag, and she lit a \\ for herself without hesitation.

[Huh? Dorothy, do you still have the time to smoke?] The system was so cute and cute.

"What do you think?" Dorothy rubbed the forehead with a hand holding the incense\\smoke, "The smell of blood is about to spit out my blood."

A loud bang, followed by the sound of the door and glass breaking - "fbi!"

Finally, the police who always appear in Hollywood blockbusters come.

"Hmm?" Dorothy turned her head and looked at the source of the sound, and then she raised her eyebrows-

Iron Man?

*

The reason why Tony appears here is purely an accident.

At that time, he was leaving a boring banquet and accidentally found a group of FBIs and SWAT teams gathered together, as if they were discussing why things were heated. On a whim, he landed directly, and was invited by the captain of the fan SWAT team to participate in the hostage rescue plan.

It is said that a serial killer is now committing an offense in the villa in front of him.

Although the equipment of the SWAT team is excellent, it is not enough to see compared to his war suit.

After easily opening the password lock of the top security system, Tony signaled the FBI agents to follow him. Through the large garden, they stood at the back door of the villa. Infrared rays showed that there were two people in the living room on the west side of the first floor at this time, standing and lying down.

Just turned his head, Tony signaled him to open the specially reinforced door. Mark 42 raised his hand and then easily pulled off the villa door.

“fbi!”

"Raise your hands!"

The SWAT team flocked into the villa with FBI, and then...

*

The small living room, which is less than 20 square meters, is filled with a strong smell of blood. The wool carpet on the ground has long been stained with blood. A pile of human corpses that cannot be distinguished are piled on the ground.

Edward House, who was named by FBI, was tied tightly with rope and tape and threw it on the ground. The only person standing in the room was a girl in a red dress.

A head of golden curly hair was draped behind her, as if the beautiful girl who had just left the party was wearing a pair of black high heels, leaning back against a low bookcase placed against the wall. Several red marks of impact on the other party's slender and fair legs were particularly dazzling.

"Hmm..." The blond girl took a breath slowly and exhale. Then, the other party turned his head.

A pair of slightly red eyes and a pair of green eyes that seem to be able to speak.

"Can you help me?"

The voice was trembling slightly, and the blonde smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I don't seem to have the strength."

Dorothy stood in front of the Manhattan Police Department and slowly stretched out her hand. The warm sunlight shone on her fingertips and was then grabbed into her palm. The noise from the traffic and the crowd was heard. It was not until this moment that she finally recovered from the fear of witnessing a person being alive.

[Doros, you are safe.] Except for the sound of the ambulance when it arrived at the hospital, it has been quiet for the rest of the time to avoid the system's soft comfort that affects the host's decision, [You are safe.]

Tony stood there, quietly looking at the beautiful girl with a pale face beside him. The bright sunshine shone on the other person, and the golden hair seemed to be glowing. The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and then the emerald eyes slowly closed. One hand reached out to grab something in the void, then closed the slender fingers and finally put them back on the chest.

The beautiful girl who was still wearing his suit seemed to finally remove all her disguise and defense at this moment, revealing a little fragility at this moment.

"Hey", with one hand in my pocket, Tony ordered Jarvis to drive over. Go forward and open the passenger's door, and he softened his voice, "Come on, I'll take you home."

*

There was a very light music echoing in the car, and Jarvis thoughtfully adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to a range that his husband would never choose during this season. The angle of the seat was adjusted to ensure that the person in the passenger seat could sit more comfortably.

Dorothy folded the men's blazer she took off and placed it on her knees. "Thank you." She turned her head and looked at her idol seriously, "Mr. Stark."

If Iron Man hadn't been following her all the time, maybe she wouldn't have escaped from the police station so easily.

Tony's fingers pointed on the steering wheel. Jarvis could not hide the slight adjustments inside the car. But he accused of this behavior. "Call me Tony." He corrected the girl's name, "The name 'Mr. Stark' sounds like an old antique like that." He pulled Rogers out and teased him without any mercy. He deliberately made the other party laugh, "sweetheart                                                                                                                                                                                                           

In the Avengers Building, Steve sneezes hard.

The girl in the passenger seat smiled helplessly, "Of course not. Tony."

[Yes, yes, his chest muscles are not as big as Captain America, his height is not as tall as Captain America, and his butt is not as high as Captain America, of course, he looks different from Steve Rogers →_→] The system can't help but complain about Iron Man.

"Shut up o(▼蓝□;)o." As a fan of Iron Man, Dorothy still needs to maintain her idol.

"Doros", although the girl in the passenger seat still turned pale, her complexion was much better than when she was in the police station. Tony asked Jarvis to take over the driving system, and he just put his hands on the steering wheel.

The girl in the passenger seat looked over, her emerald eyes were particularly charming.

Looking at the other party's eyes without any grudges and vigilance, Tony was stuck for a rare second. He suddenly couldn't say what he wanted to ask directly.

I saw Dorothy for the first time in the early morning. The scene I was in the villa at that time was shocking.

As the gate of traits was opened by him, the strong smell of blood almost instantly filled everyone's nostrils. In one corner of the room, thick blood and minced meat that could not be distinguished at all, silently telling what had happened here. The human bones and internal organs were placed alone on one side, with blood still remaining on it. Before coming, he had already read the internal information of FBI and knew clearly that the murderer living here would start to pick his bones when the victim was still alive.

Some special police officers couldn't stand the scene in front of them and began to vomit.

The eyes moved away from the terrible scene, then swept over the back and lying on the ground, tightly tied with tape and ropes, the serial killer who was currently unconscious, and then they turned their eyes back to the figure they saw when they opened the door.

The golden hair was incompatible with the dark and bloody whole room. The bright bright red of the dress fabric formed a sharp contrast with the dark red of human blood. The girl leaned against a short bookcase, and her slender legs were bent all the time. Against the backdrop of the black strappy high heels, the girl's slender ankles seemed to tremble a little.
Chapter completed!