Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

"Missing?"

"Missing?"

“Missing!”

All the missing people were women, wealthy women or wives of wealthy men.

And they all have one thing in common, which is not very outstanding, that is, they all attended a tea party not long ago.

It was a tea party at an art exhibition. At the time, it seemed like just another social event among many and there was nothing special about it.

But now it's become a common denominator.

In fact, it wasn't just women who attended the tea party that day.

But only the woman was missing.

Moreover, their husbands, relatives or boyfriends, the ones who attended the tea party with them, did not feel much about their disappearance, and could even be said to be indifferent.

Without exception, it was other relatives who reported the case.

"Boss... we can't find him... It's as if he disappeared out of thin air. There's no relevant information in any of the surveillance cameras." Lester's voice was filled with deep fatigue and confusion. He had already searched all the surveillance cameras. Even with the help of the nuns of the bloodthirsty Maria, it was still a lot of work.

You know, at this moment in Hell's Kitchen, various cameras are installed in every corner. These cameras are like countless pairs of eyes, always watching every movement in this place.

Whether it is the streets or the public areas inside high-rise buildings, there are almost no blind spots. Under such a tight surveillance network, it is impossible for Mrs. Stacy to disappear quietly.

But this is the fact. It is not just Mrs. Stacy who disappeared inexplicably, but all the missing women.

Disappeared inexplicably.

There was no evidence of where they went, as if they had been erased out of thin air.

Fisk didn't believe in evil, so he used the Eye of Soul to try to find the souls of the women, but he found nothing... Now the only thing that can be confirmed is that this incident must be related to Vanessa and those paintings.

However, Fisk carefully examined all the paintings he could find. Although he was filled with an involuntary disgust for these paintings, he could not find any relevant clues on them. They were just ordinary paintings... at least, that was what Fisk thought.

In desperation, Fisk wanted to seek help from Sally.

But for some reason, Sally didn't respond for a long time.

After thinking about it, Fisk believed that Sally should have fallen into a deep sleep.

Because before, Sally said that it needed to fall into a deep sleep every once in a while in order to digest the power it had previously gained.

It seems that there is no way to rely on her this time.

Fisk was suddenly stunned, and suddenly remembered that he still had a library given to him by Sally.

And the librarian who I was almost forgetting.

Maybe the answer can be found there.

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"Sister Maria!"

"Sister Maria?"

The violent shaking made Sister Maria wake up immediately. She looked around with some vigilance, her eyes still filled with confusion and bewilderment from just waking up from a coma. But this confusion was fleeting, replaced by a high level of alertness.

She was immediately shocked by the scene around her. She was in a room with gorgeous decoration. A huge and gorgeous crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling of the room. The light reflected by the chandelier was shining brightly in the room, like stars falling to the earth.

There were exquisite paintings hanging on the walls, and the frames of each painting were inlaid with gold edges, exuding a luxurious atmosphere. The floor was covered with thick Persian carpets, whose delicate patterns and soft touch showed its expensiveness and extraordinaryness.

Sister Maria tried to sit up from the huge and soft bed, but her body felt a little weak. She didn't know how she came to this place. The last memory in her mind was that she was in the orphanage, preparing dinner for the children, and then suddenly lost consciousness.

The one who woke her up was none other than Mrs. Stacy.

There was something like a fountain pen stuck in her arm, blood was dripping down her finger, and her face was extremely pale.

However, Sister Maria could tell that the pen on Mrs. Stacy's arm was her own, and that she must have hurt herself, not been attacked by someone. Sister Maria had seen Mrs. Stacy use it to record medical records or sign documents many times in the hospital, with its unique design and exquisite carvings.

She was filled with confusion, not understanding why Mrs. Stacy would hurt herself with her own pen, and where were they now?

All of this was like a fog, shrouding her heart.

Mrs. Stacy seemed to have lost some blood, she staggered and almost fell to the side of the bed.

Sister Maria hurried forward, covered Mrs. Stacy's body, and then a golden light burst out from her body: "What's going on? Why do you do this?" Her voice was full of worry.

Mrs. Stacy's eyes were a little empty, as if she had suffered a great blow. She slowly raised her head and looked at Sister Maria, her lips trembling slightly as she said, "I... I don't know what happened to me. I just remember that at the tea party, I suddenly felt dizzy and then lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was already here... I felt so sleepy... I had to keep hurting myself to stay awake."

Speaking of sleepiness, Sister Maria suddenly felt extremely tired. The feeling of fatigue was like countless fine sands slowly pouring into her limbs and bones, and every cell felt as heavy as if it was filled with lead. Her eyelids began to droop uncontrollably, and her brain seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and her thinking became slow and blurred. Her legs also began to weaken, and if she hadn't been holding on, she would have almost collapsed to the ground. She felt that her strength was being drained from her body bit by bit, and every breath was like dragging a huge stone, heavy and difficult.

However, as golden holy light continued to emerge from his body.

Sister Maria's mental state gradually returned to normal.

The drowsiness that surged like a tide was dispelled bit by bit by the holy light.

She felt her strength slowly returning, her limbs full of vitality, and her mind becoming clearer and more agile. Each ray of holy light was like a sharp sword, cutting through the fog that enveloped her heart, allowing her to re-examine her surroundings.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Stacy was slowly enveloped by the holy light, and her pale complexion finally recovered a little, and she began to slowly regain her spirits. The holy light shone on her like warm sunlight, and her body, which had been as cold as ice, gradually warmed up, and the vitality that had been constantly draining from the wound on her arm seemed to have stopped draining away.

The holy light continued to flicker, and her dull eyes gradually regained clarity. She blinked, and her eyes regained their spirit, as if she had gradually woken up from a nightmare.

"This holy light... is truly magical." Mrs. Stacy looked at Sister Maria with gratitude, her voice still a little weak.

"I can't be free for too long...I have to leave here or get in touch with the outside world."

The two cheered up and looked at the surrounding paintings again. Although their spirits were much better, these paintings still exuded a disturbing atmosphere.

"We have to be careful with these paintings. They seem to be the source of everything." Sister Maria said vigilantly.

Mrs Stacey agreed: "Vanessa's paintings have always been unique, but I never thought they would be so bizarre. Looking at them now, they make me feel uncomfortable."

The two carefully searched for a possible exit in the room. Mrs. Stacy walked to the side of the room, where there was a huge window, but the window was blocked by thick curtains. She reached out and pulled open the curtains, but found that it was dark outside the window, and she couldn't see anything, as if she was swallowed by endless darkness.

They tried to open the door, but it seemed to be integrated with the wall, with no gaps to push against. Sister Maria held the door handle tightly with both hands, and the holy light on her body began to gather in her arms, and then she exerted force suddenly, and the holy light burst to the extreme, illuminating the entire room like daylight.

However, despite this, the door remained motionless, as if it was sealed by an invisible and powerful force. They were like being trapped in a prison.

Sister Maria put down her hand in frustration, and the divine light dimmed. "We seem to be trapped." She frowned, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Mrs. Stacy also came over and pushed the door hard, but there was still no change. She sighed, "It seems that the conventional method is not feasible. We have to think of other ways."

The two walked to the oil paintings on the wall. The contents of these paintings all depicted scenes from the Middle Ages. Some depicted medieval villages and towns. In those paintings, women worked in the fields and traded in the market. Their figures were everywhere, as if men did not exist in this world. Some depicted medieval nobles, but without exception, all the paintings were women. In those paintings depicting the lives of nobles, women wore gorgeous clothes, attended grand banquets, or danced in the palace. Each painting exuded a luxurious atmosphere, but there was no man in the picture.

It's not normal.

Obviously, Vanessa created this on purpose. These paintings must have a unique meaning. Sister Maria carefully observed these paintings. What did she want to find from them? Her eyes shuttled between the paintings, not missing any details. She tried to find some clues from the expressions, movements and layout of these women. Perhaps these clues could explain why they were imprisoned here, or find a way to leave this place.

Suddenly, she discovered something: all the women in the paintings were actually lovers... Yes, although their ambiguous actions did not appear in every painting, there were eye contact or blowing kisses between the paintings, which seemed to be related to each other... They were all lovers.

Sister Maria couldn't help but frown. This discovery made her even more confused. She turned to Mrs. Stacy and said, "Mrs. Stacy, you see, the women in these paintings are all in relationships. This is very strange. This is definitely not a simple creative style. Vanessa must be conveying some special message."

Mrs. Stacy also looked at the paintings carefully, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. "You are right, Sister Maria. This is an unusual way of expression.

Perhaps it has something to do with some ancient belief or ritual? In the Middle Ages, there were some sects that were considered heretical and had unique beliefs and customs. Could it be related to these?"

Sister Maria pondered for a moment. "It's possible. But we don't have enough information to be sure. However, if this is a ritual, then our disappearance may be part of it. These paintings may be creating a certain atmosphere for the ritual or serving as a guide for the ritual."

Suddenly, she froze and pointed at a face in the painting. Her tone was a little strange and full of disbelief: "This is Dina... She is a volunteer in the church. She came to the church to work not long ago. She hasn't been here for the past two days. I thought she was sick, but I couldn't find her no matter how hard I looked. I thought she might not be able to endure the hardship, so I stopped looking for her."

Mrs. Stacy was also suddenly stunned. She also noticed a face in the painting. It was a woman who looked very plump. "She is a guest of the hospital. She had a breast augmentation surgery in the hospital not long ago. Her husband is a famous stockbroker on Wall Street. She is also a wealthy wife.

What exactly is going on?

Why do these missing people appear in these paintings?"

Sister Maria's eyes were full of confusion and worry. "This is definitely not a coincidence. Vanessa must have painted these people into the paintings on purpose. If these paintings are part of a ritual, then these missing people are likely to be the sacrifices of this ritual."

While they were discussing the contents of the painting, a melodious sound of music suddenly rang out in the room. The music was very soft, but it was indescribably strange, as if it came from a distant place, or played directly in their minds.

Sister Maria and Mrs. Stacy looked around warily, but could not see the source of the music. As the music sounded, the images of the women in the paintings became more vivid, and there seemed to be an expectation in their eyes.

Mrs. Stacy said nervously, "Cover your ears, there's something wrong with this sound."

Sister Maria nodded, and the holy light on her body began to flicker, preparing to deal with possible dangers. But at this moment, Sister Maria suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind her. Then the whole person was directly pressed on the oil painting.

The one who was holding her down was none other than Mrs. Stacy, but at this moment, Mrs. Stacy was showing an indescribable weirdness. The corners of her mouth were raised high, with an admiring smile on her face, which seemed so twisted and strange to Sister Maria. She looked down at Sister Maria, and the words that came out of her mouth made Sister Maria shudder: "You really surprised me, baby." But this voice was definitely not from Mrs. Stacy, but a strange voice that Sister Maria had never heard before. The voice seemed to come from the deep darkness, with a kind of evil nature that made people shudder.

Sister Maria's eyes widened in horror, her eyes full of panic and anger. She tried to struggle to get up, but she was shocked to find that Mrs. Stacy was incredibly strong.

Her body was like being pressed down by a heavy mountain, unable to move. "Who are you? What did you do to Mrs. Stacy?" Sister Maria asked angrily. The holy light on her body, which represented divine power, began to shine brighter. The golden light jumped around her body, like countless shining swords, trying to dispel the unknown existence that occupied Mrs. Stacy's body.

The strange voice laughed, and the laughter echoed in the closed room. Every note was chilling, as if a cold snake was crawling on one's spine. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you ruined my plan. But now it seems that you will become the most perfect part of my plan." There was a kind of self-satisfied teasing in the voice, as if everything was under its control.

Sister Maria struggled hard and shouted, "Your plan? Are you saying that these missing people and these strange paintings are all your plan? What do you want to do? Are you Vanessa, the painter?" Those weird paintings and those missing women flashed quickly through her mind. There seemed to be a huge and terrifying conspiracy hidden behind all of this.

"Oh, dear nun, you are so smart, can't you guess it?" The voice said jokingly, but it became clearer and clearer, and gradually turned into a woman's voice.

The sound was like a cold ribbon, slowly spreading in the air.

"They all have unique souls, just right for my paintings. And you, with the power of Holy Light, will be the final piece of this puzzle.

But don't worry, I'm not one of those dirty male creatures, we are all pure, there is no doubt about that..."

Sister Maria's body instantly burst out with dazzling golden holy light, which was like the scorching sun in the sky, almost engulfing the entire room. But she suddenly stopped, because she knew in her heart that once this holy light was released, it would hurt the evil existence parasitic in Mrs. Stacy's body, and it would also inevitably hurt the innocent Mrs. Stacy... (edited omitted)

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"Draw... Ugh!"

Fisk sat lazily on the sofa, the soft sofa cushions gently surrounding him like a gentle embrace.

He leaned back slightly, the collar of his shirt was a little loose, revealing his strong chest lines. He felt the pink scorpion tail that was constantly hovering over his body. The scorpion tail seemed to have its own consciousness, cold and with a hint of sultry smoothness, gently moving over his skin, and the vague touch made his body unconsciously tense.

His eyes followed Christie who was constantly searching on the bookshelf. Christie's graceful figure was busy in front of the bookshelf, and every movement was like a lively note dancing in the air, playing a visual masterpiece. Her slender fingers shuttled between the heavy books, and those fingers were like lively elves, dancing lightly in the forest of ancient knowledge. Every movement was like dancing a graceful dance, and every gesture exuded an indescribable charming temperament.

Her long hair, like a waterfall, was casually scattered behind her, like a black silk curtain, with a few strands occasionally sliding down to her chest, swaying gently with her movements, like a naughty elf playing on her chest. Her long hair was black and shiny, gleaming with a satin-like luster under the light in the room, and every refraction of the light seemed to be telling of endless charm, as if those strands of hair were elf threads endowed with life, weaving a web of temptation.

Her face is as delicate as a work of art carefully carved by God, and every line is just right, as if it has undergone the most rigorous aesthetic calculations. Her fair skin is as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade, without a single flaw, as if it is a fusion of the purest snowflakes and the finest milk, revealing a holy and seductive luster. Her big eyes are like deep lake water, clear and mysterious. The bottom of the lake seems to hide an unknown fantasy world. The eyes seem to hide thousands of stars, and every flicker is a tease to the soul. Her nose is straight, like a Greek column carved from marble, supporting the perfect structure of her face. Her lips are like delicate rose petals. When they are slightly pouted, they reveal an irresistible cuteness and charm. The bright color is like a rose with dew in the morning, exuding a sweet breath that makes people want to kiss her.

Her figure is even more graceful. She wears a tight black top, which is like her second skin, fitting her body tightly and outlining her slender waist just right. The waist is so slender that it seems that a breeze can break it, but it also contains a kind of flexible strength. At the same time, the top also perfectly shows the curve of her full breasts, which are like two round peaks, tall and straight, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

Her lower body was covered by a black miniskirt, which was short enough to just cover her hips. The skirt was like a black flower blooming at her waist. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with her movements, and every swing seemed to draw an alluring arc in the air, exuding a fatal temptation.

The striking white stockings on her legs tightly wrapped her slender and straight legs. The white color of the stockings looked even more pure and seductive against the black skirt. The lines of her legs were looming under the stockings, as if tempting people to explore more secrets. The texture of the stockings looked smooth and delicate, like milk flowing on her legs. Every texture fit the curve of her legs, bringing the beauty of her legs to the extreme.

Fisk's throat rolled slightly, as if an invisible force was stirring in his throat, and his Adam's apple slid up and down like a bead pulled by a thread. There was an imperceptible sigh in his voice, as if he was enduring something, and that sigh seemed to hide suppressed desires and restrained impulses: "Are there any clues?"

"Of course, Master... But how are you going to reward me, great Master?" Christie said, her eyes flashing with cunning and expectation, like two shooting stars in the night sky, bright and charming. Then, like a smart little deer, she jumped into Fisk's arms with a light and agile body.

The moment she jumped into Fisk's arms, a rich fragrance came to his face. It was a unique scent that mixed the fragrance of roses and mysterious spices, but it was not cloying at all. Instead, it was like a fascinating magic potion that quietly penetrated into Fisk's nasal cavity, and then quickly spread along the nerve veins to his whole body, making his heartbeat accelerate involuntarily.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers like soft vines entwined around a tree trunk, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was like the brightest crescent moon in the night sky, emitting a charming halo. She stared straight at Fisk, and there seemed to be two small flames burning in her eyes, hot and full of desire, waiting for his answer.