I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

"Hey, group leader, where are you now?"

After asking such a sentence, Peter wanted to make a mouthful of himself. Where else can the team leader go except in the hospital?

"I'm riding a horse!"

Xie Lun's angry voice came from the phone.

"Yeah...huh?" Peter frowned suspiciously. "Aren't you in the hospital, leader? Why are you riding a horse again..."

Peter's voice is getting smaller and smaller, because he hears a strange voice on the other side getting louder and louder. The sound seemed to come from covering the mouth, screaming with a certain rhythm, and with the lengthening of time, the rhythm became faster, the pitch of the voice became higher and higher, and finally it could not be controlled, and it made a high-pitched sound. Woman screaming.

"...Ah...oh my god..."

After this scream, there was a rapid sound again, and this sound was obviously completely different from the sound of the scream.

Peter didn't speak, and silently hung up the phone.

He is no longer the first brother. Since getting to know Victoria, he has gone through a process from shyness to ease of driving, and he is very familiar with the voices from the other side.

It's just... the group leader is the group leader, and they are both at the same time.

Think about the beautiful big sisters raised in the family, Peter felt extremely envious for a while.

It's definitely, he is envious. If he dares to go out and eat, don't talk about others, the old-fashioned Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben can break his leg first.

Peter turned his head and glanced behind him, eh? What about the robot that can shapeshifting? Why didn't you catch up?

Is it because he ran so fast that the other party was lost?

Fuck, I knew this a while ago, and I stopped fighting with him just now.

Peter jumped from the top of a building panting, and sat down directly in the corner with Connor, Roar Roar panting heavily.

As for Connor, he had gone through a "roller coaster", and if he did it again, he was somewhat immune. Although his face was also pale, at least he didn't vomit.

After resting for a long time, Peter leaned on the wall, stood up tremblingly, and asked Connor, "Child, where do you live, I will take you home."

"Go home?" Connor suddenly thought of something and said anxiously, "By the way, if you can't catch me, they will definitely go to my place to find me. My adoptive parents are in danger."

"Adoptive parents?" Peter asked a little surprised. "Are you... an orphan?"

Connor shook his head, then nodded again, and said with a heavy tone: "My father is dead long ago, and my mother...in the mental hospital, I am now assigned to a foster family by the children's aid station. "

Peter, whose parents both died, heard Connor's words, and felt a little sympathetic for a while. He is better than him, at least Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben regard themselves as their biological children. And looking at the appearance of this child and listening to the tone of his speech, it is obvious that he should not have had a good life in the foster family.

Peter squatted down, touched the top of Connor's head, and said solemnly: "We will call your adoptive parents to leave, and then arrange for police officers to ambush them."

Connor's eyes lit up, is this okay?

"Definitely." Peter took out his phone and handed it to Connor. "You call your adoptive parents now."

Connor took the cell phone and quickly dialed it. Soon the phone was connected, and a tired woman's voice came across: "Hey, this is Gate's house... Connor? Are you there now? Do you know how long we have been looking for you? You are now Get me back right away!"

Connor let go of the phone far away, waiting for the scolding to disappear, and then he didn't say well: "You will wait, there will be a NIA agent looking for you."

"Agent?"

Before Mrs. Gate could respond, Peter answered the phone and said in a deep voice, "I am a NIA agent. You are in danger now. Please leave your residence immediately and go to the nearest police station."

"Hehe," Mrs. Gate laughed disdainfully, "Boy, I play this set with my old lady, it's a bit tender. The voice is so young, and the hair underneath is not full, so I dare to pretend to be a NIA agent. I think you are Tired of life."

"Tell Connor, if he doesn't come back after an hour, then never come back!"

After speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for Peter to speak.

Listening to the blind tone coming from the phone, Peter blinked and looked at Connor in confusion: "Is my voice very unlike the NIA agent?"

"More than a voice, you have a problem with your whole person, okay. Is there any NIA agent who wears tights like you."

Connor murmured in his heart and smiled reluctantly: "Don't take it to heart, that's the problem with Gate's couple. Don't say you call, even if there is a police officer coming, they are also very rude."

Peter curled his lips and said, "Forget it, I'd better send a letter to the other people in the group."

Just as Peter called Sam and Tina to report the incident, Gate's doorbell rang.

"Who, come this time?"

Mrs. Gate murmured, and opened the door angrily, only to see a police officer standing at the door.

"Hello, may I ask... John Connor lives here, right?"

The police officer asked with a smile.

Mrs. Gate looked at each other vigilantly, stretched out her hand to grab the door frame, and said coldly: "Is that stinky kid causing any trouble? Tell you, he just stays here temporarily. No matter what he makes, he will follow us. It doesn't matter."

The police officer smiled: "Can you go in and talk?"

Mrs. Gate hesitation for a while, looking at the other party, although smiling, but with cold eyes and the pistol slung around her waist, she finally persuaded and opened the door obediently.

In the park where Peter and T1000 battled, more than a dozen police officers gathered around vigilantly, looking at the tightly wrapped "cocoon." A courageous police officer stretched out his hand cautiously, trying to touch the cocoon, but was immediately reprimanded by the captain next to him.

"Damn it, you idiot, what are you doing? Do you know what this is? You dare to touch it!" The captain caught the police officer as a spit, "I warn you, our task is to take good care of it here. No one should be curious as to what's inside this stuff, do you know?"

Feeling the saliva stars sprayed on his face, the police officer nodded quickly.

The captain snorted and walked towards his police car, ready to ask headquarters when the support would arrive. But just after he walked a few steps, he heard the trembling voice of his men behind him: "Boss, this thing... has moved."

"I'm afraid of anything."

"But... there seems to be a tearing sound."

"Then what are the guns in your hands for and display them? No matter what comes out of it, they will be beaten into a hornet's nest."

The things the police officers were worried about did not happen. T800 did work hard, but cobweb was too sticky and could struggle a few times at first. But as he struggled, cobweb became more entangled, and finally became completely mummified.

At this time, three black SUVs drove over with a small black truck.

Several people in black got off the SUV, handed a document to the sheriff, and said in a deep voice: "We are from Cyberspace and have been approved by the Ministry of State. This stuff is handed over to us."

The team leader looked at the documents carefully, and then asked headquarters through the walkie-talkie. After getting an affirmative answer, he didn't say much, waved his hand and left.

After all the police cars left, the men in black took out the instrument and scanned the "cocoon". When they heard the sound of the instrument, their complexion changed immediately.

How could there be a response to nuclear radiation?

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