Although he was asked by the girl to pay, he went to a convenience store that was open 24 hours a day and bought two hundred dollars for the dog food for the group of dogs:)

"I feel much better." I smiled at the little doctor in front of me, Dorothy turned his attention to the old agent who obviously dominated the entire conversation. "You are Agent Gideon, right?" Just now, the seemingly gentle old agent asked Iron Man to leave the reception room with a very tough attitude.

"Yes." Gideon observed the girl in front of him from a close distance. Putting aside his outstanding resume, he made his own judgment on the other party as a profile expert.

There is no doubt that the girl in front of her is indeed amazingly beautiful. Even people like him who never pay attention to other people's appearance cannot refuse to admit that the other party is amazingly beautiful.

The golden curly hair that meets the public's aesthetic is shiny, and the emerald eyes are hiding whirlpools when you look closely. The facial features are very good, which is a combination of proportions that plastic surgeons will use as templates. The girl has a slim figure, but it is in line with the current trend of thinness as beauty. A red skirt with reasonable tailoring should be expensive to make the girl's fair and delicate skin look more attractive. Even if she is already very tired, the girl in front of her still sits upright. She neither expressed dissatisfaction with their decision to force her to stay in the police station nor did she show any abnormality because of his intentional drive away Iron Man.

You know, beautiful women always have their own arrogance. Of course, they also have the capital to be arrogant. But the girl in front of them is still gentle and polite until now, talking to them without any emotion.

"Miss Hestin, I'm calling you Dorothy, right?" The girl did not object in anticipation. Gideon continued, "We hope you can repeat the details of the incident to us." Three hours since she was rescued, the girl has always refused to recall the details of the incident on the grounds of fear. The powerful detective of the Manhattan Police Department became weak unconsciously when facing the beautiful girl, so until now, the other party has never given a description of the incident.

Or in other words, the girl in front of her was not as gentle and easy-going as she showed - she knew very well how to take advantage of her strengths.

Dorothy rolled up the overly long suit sleeves, picked up the cup of coffee from the coffee table, and held it in the palm of her hand.

Since she was brought back, she has been avoiding recounting the incident. The reason is very simple - because she can't figure out why Professor Baudelaire and the man in a white coat allowed her to be rescued by the police.

Aren’t they afraid that she would tell the matter? What kind of ace does Professor Baudelaire and others have to hold her in their hands to throw her to the police with such confidence?

The coffee was very hot. Through the mug's wall, Dorothy began to feel a little hot.

"Doros?" The girl opposite didn't say anything, and Reid and Gideon exchanged glances with each other. "There are only three of us in this room." This sentence is meaningful.

Bau is not ignorant of the hidden truth behind the case.

Dorothy immediately understood what the other person meant.

"Did you find anything in the cellar of that villa?" Professor Baudelaire drank black tea in the cellar. Dorothy was sure that the old professor did not take away the tea cup when he left the cellar. If FBI thoroughly searched the villa, it would make no sense...

"What should we find?" Gideon looked like a scholar and smiled, "kid         , you're safe here." The girl in front of him did have psychological problems, but she didn't look like a narcissistic personality.

Is it because the action of the vigilante group went wrong that a member was left at the scene, or is the girl in front of him really just the victim?

"I remember in the cellar... he drank black tea." Dorothy used the pronoun cunningly. Professor Baudelaire and his group escaped unscathed by FBI and Iron Man, and the other party knew Peter's identity as Spider-Man. In the end, the man in white coat said he wanted to give Dorothy a gift.

And this "gift"...

Dorothy looked down at the men's suit she was wearing - she saw the Iron Man she had always wanted to see, wasn't it just a gift?

But just now, when the two agents Bau had not come in, she had already tested her idol. The other party just met FBI by chance today and helped out on a whim.

It wasn't that I had a plan early.

Dorothy felt like a net was covering her head, and countless spider silks appeared and could not catch them.

"Black tea?" Reed frowned, "What container is used? No teapots or black tea drinks were found on the spot." There was only wine soaked in the underground wine cellar.

really.

Dorothy put down the coffee.

Professor Baudelaire was in the villa at that time and had more than the man in the white coat.

The reception room then became quiet again.

Reed exchanged glances with Gideon and received a hint that signaled him to speak. He was closer to the girl in front of him in terms of age and experience. Dr. Xiao needs to take on the job of making the other party let his guard down this time.

"Doros," moved in the chair, and Reid tried to cut into a question that would not make the other party disgusted. As a victim who had just experienced the kidnapped by a serial killer and witnessed the cruelty of the corpse, Doroos's performance at this time was too calm, too quiet, and too abnormal.

There is no joy of escaping from death, no trembling crying under fear, no sympathy for the dead, and no anger towards the killer.

Even from beginning to end, the beautiful girl in front of her never asked any questions about the case except asking Iron Man for an autograph.

This does not conform to the behavioral logic of a normal person at all.

If Dorothy had either undergone special training, she had serious psychological disorders.

"I heard from the inquirers that you refused the doctor's detailed examination?" To be precise, the girl refused all the items that require blood tests. "We found many tranquilizers in Edward House... the murderer's villa. Although it will not cause serious harm to the body, it is better to have a doctor check it out." Dr. Xiao sincerely suggested.

No, tranquilizers cannot have such strong efficacy.

Dorothy smiled, "Thank you, but I already feel much better." Since Professor Baudelaire and others were fighting for the idea of ​​recruiting, they would not poison her to death easily.

She would rather not risk going to the hospital for a blood test.

Reed could hear the rejection in Dorothy's words. But he didn't understand why the other party refused to test the blood alone.

"Doros, who else was in the villa except Edward House?" Reed was definitely not the opponent of the girl in front of him, and Gideon began to attack.

"I don't understand why you asked that. Agent Gideon, you seem pretty sure that there were anyone else in the villa, besides Edward House?"

Professor Baudelaire's mysterious snake sperm organization has been following her for more than a year and can easily obtain internal information from the police. Dorothy will not easily tell her until she finds out how much insider information the Bau has learned.

Don't think she doesn't know, the old agent in front of her is clearly doubting her.

Life is at stake, she will not hand over her life to others.

Because Dorothy suddenly faced each other's tit-for-tat, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became tense.

"The man who was split by Edward House today is called Howard Toms." He took out a terrible live photo from the folder in his hand. Gideon spread the photo in front of the girl, "Just from time to time, you have witnessed the whole process of his death, right?"

The belly is opened and even exposed with white bones. The pictures in the photos are enough to make people have nightmares.

Aside from the beginning, Dorothy closed her eyes. She felt that she would never want to eat red meat again in her life.

"You know the case about Howard Toms' past, right?" Gideon got the answer from the girl's face.

"What do you think of the fate of Toms being dismembered today? Do you think he deserves it?" Gideon pressed step by step.

With his fingers touched the soft fabric of the suit jacket again, Dorothy put his eyes back to the old agent in front of him. "I think the person who is truly qualified to take revenge is the girl who has committed suicide. Others, but in the name of justice, vent the darkness in their hearts." She would not feel pitiful to Toms, but she also did not think that Professor Baudelaire and others were correct in their behavior.

Gideon raised his eyebrows. If the girl in front of him could prove innocent after their investigation, then he would simply want to accept another student.

A girl who is just in her early twenties has never received professional training and can be so keen.

Between the questions and answers just now, they completed the test with each other.

"They threaten you?" Reed understood that Dorothy affirmed their speculation about the presence of the vigilante. But why did the girl still refuse to tell the whole process until now?

"I have a record of your visit from four years ago." The only witness who had direct contact with the police organization refused to cooperate, and Gideon had to make such a bad decision. "ptsd, Dorothy, your psychologist determined that you were suffering from a serious trust disorder." But the girl only went to the psychologist once and never received treatment again.

"Thank you for explaining to me again how unreliable it is to see a psychologist." Dorothy didn't want to recall what Dorothy Hesting had experienced when she first came to this world.

"Arthur Baudelaire, professor of sociology at Imperial State University." He reached out and snatched a folder and a pen from the young doctor. Dorothy drew the appearance of the man in white coat after a certain document with just a few strokes. "It was about 180 cm high, and he was engaged in a very professional job, and his grade was higher than that of Professor Baudelaire."

After returning the paper and pen, Dorothy stood up from the sofa. "I'm tired."

This is all the information she can provide to bau.

Reed looked at Gideon and then stopped him, "Doros, we can arrange 24 hours for you to defend..." His words were interrupted by the girl without any mercy.

"no", Dorothy shook her head, "I don't think I'd be safer if I don't have people around."

"Dongdong", the door of the reception room was knocked from outside at this time, and then the door was opened.

"Hey", the man leaning on the door frame seemed to be planning to carry out the concave shape to the end. "I wonder if I have this honor... to send a beautiful girl home?"

The slender eyelashes blinked, and the man's caramel-colored eyes looked particularly charming.

Gideon and Reid looked bad, but Dorothy was amused by Iron Man. "Of course there is." Turning around and picking up their chain bag from the sofa, Dorothy walked over the two agents and walked out.

"Dorley..." Reed wanted to speak but stopped, and in the end he could only walk out with Gideon.

A TV was hung above the busy service hall of the Manhattan Police Department. At this time, the volume was on. Almost half of the officers were staring at the TV.

"…The reports sent back from the scene can be confirmed that one of the deceased was named Arthur Baudelaire, a well-known sociologist and also teaches in a famous university..."

In the picture, there is a bustling street in Manhattan. I saw two corpses lying not far behind the beautiful female reporter.

As the picture flashed, Doroth recognized that it was Professor Baudelaire and the man in white coat!

They actually died?!

"Buzzing" and the phone rang in the bag. Dorothy's eyes were still on the TV screen. The phone was unlocked mechanically, and the message was sent by someone she rarely contacted-

"It's over, don't keep track of it-j.m."

"Thank you, Jarvis." Taking the hot cocoa cup from the robot's "hand" wearing a paper hat with a "dummy" sign, Dorothy shook his head to Iron Man who heard the sound and said he was fine, and then thanked the ubiquitous intelligent butler.

"You are so kind, this is my job." Jarvis, who was slightly slightly British-style accent, replied modestly.

By the time Dorothy finished drinking a whole cup of hot cocoa and dummy came to collect the cup, Stark's test had been completed.

"There are slight differences in the way of genetic mutations compared with the mutant data I can find." A girl who is not a major in genetic genetics cannot understand it. Tony did not speak scientific terms for the first time. "Look at this, here and here." Amplify the differences and then overlap and compare them. He pointed it to Dorothy. "However, there are not many research materials on mutants, so I don't rule out that the results of your examination are different from my existing data because of your ability." After waiting quietly for a few seconds, Tony continued to say that the girl in front of him was not repelled by this result.

"As for the medicines in your body, I have completely metabolized, and I have not found any harmful substances in your body." No matter what medicines the group of vicious police organizations composed of murderers injected into the girl in front of them, it did not cause any harm to Dorothy's health.

"Thank you, Tony." She had been worried about this for more than four years, and now she finally had a definite answer. Dorothy felt relieved--her behavior was right for four years.
Chapter completed!