Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The nypd (New York City Police Department) is a huge and bloated system. It is full of all kinds of unjust, false and wrong cases, and it receives many complaints about racial discrimination every day. The police department’s media spokesperson’s attitude towards this is: We

If you hear it, we will change it, maybe.

But these things are not important at all to the fat file manager Maibo. He is in his fifties, has a broad heart, and smiles at everyone. He is very popular in the police station. After all, who would follow him?

He can't make it?

It was already dark at this moment, and he was sitting on a chair he purchased separately, designed for overweight people, happily watching soap operas on the computer, and drinking a glass of milkshake. Obviously, his weight was not consistent with this drink that contained too much sugar.

It doesn't matter.

His peaceful moment did not last long, as a voice from the ceiling made his whole body tremble: "Hey, Maiboll."

The fat administrator looked up and his expression relaxed. He put down the milkshake in his hand without complaint, stood up and shook his head at the person on the ceiling: "You can't just break into my office like that."

Office, Spider, if anyone sees you in here, you're going to be in big trouble."

Spider-Man jumped down from the ceiling and landed on the ground weakly and bonelessly. He shrugged, not caring about the administrator's words: "I avoided every surveillance camera. I have to say that the surveillance cameras here should be

Replace it with one that has no dead ends.”

"That's a matter of the Finance Department and has nothing to do with me." Maibor sat back on the chair again. The chair whined under the weight, but it still completed the task for which it was designed. "

What do you want from me?"

"Oh, look at what you said, Maibor. Can't I just come over and catch up with you?" Spider-Man deliberately looked hurt, and his behavior made Maibor flip out.

He rolled his eyes. He opened his drawer and there was a box of pizza that had not yet been opened, still warm.

The administrator put the pizza on the table in a showy way and said proudly: "Authentic Italian taste. I ordered it half an hour ago and it's still hot. Are you lucky? Do you want to eat it?"

"You know, Maibo, you really should lose weight." Spider-Man said this, but his hand movements were not slow at all. He immediately opened the box and took out a slice of pizza, and then put on his mask

He pulled it up a little and took a big bite.

The administrator smiled and shook his head. He also took a slice and ate it. Some of the sauce got on his mustache. He didn't care. He just said to Spider-Man inarticulately: "Okay, come on, tell me.

What’s going on?”

"That's it...did you pick up a bank robber yesterday morning? Just a man, white, middle-aged."

"There are so many middle-aged white robbers, almost as many as black rapists. But if you're talking about bank robbers..." Maiboe ate the remaining half in one gulp.

Pizza, while munching on it, I pressed a few times on the keyboard with my hands still covered in sauce.

The old machine beeped a few times, and an expressionless face appeared on the big screen.

"Let's see...Jonathan Harlan, 41 years old, homeless, single. Well, he has no criminal record, which is a bit strange."

McBoer's words made Spider-Man a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Although I'm just a file clerk, Spider, I've been working here for many years. I've been here since they were still using paper files..." Maibor seemed to be trapped.

Reminiscing about it, his face that was bloated due to obesity suddenly showed a light of wisdom, which made Spider-Man dazzle.

"I have seen many criminals, and bank robbers are a special kind. Some are just impulsive and stupid. But the other group of people are different. They are well-trained and well-planned. Although they were all arrested in the end,

Maybe they will have to spend the rest of their lives in the same prison, but the gentleman in front of us is different. They both have multiple criminal records."

He pressed his hand on the keyboard a few more times and called up another information: "Look, not only does he have no criminal record, but he was also a bank account manager before. Even if he was fired, he wouldn't be reduced to that.

."

Spider-Man frowned.

There is indeed a hidden secret in the matter, but so far, he has not found any useful clues. These fragmented information have made the matter more confusing, and it is impossible for him to directly ask Jonathan, who is still at the police station.

·Harlan himself.

"Speaking of which, Spider-Man, have you been quiet lately? I haven't seen you in the newspaper for a long time. I almost thought something happened to you."

Spider-Man spread his hands: "It's not every day that super criminals pop up and ask me to kick their stupid faces. The security in New York has improved a lot recently, and... I also have my own things to do.

"

Maibor made a gesture and picked up another piece of pizza: "Understood, private life. Let me tell you, why don't you masked heroes use your abilities to make your lives better?"

Spider-Man deliberately teased him: "Hey, you don't know who I am, what if I am Tony Stark?"

The file manager rolled his eyes: "Come on, the aftershave you use is from the 'Papa Eugene' brand. It costs 1.99 US dollars a bottle. Only rich people wouldn't use this kind of stuff. I'm not one of them."

Fool."

"You can smell this?!" Spider-Man was shocked, and the white goggles on his mask widened.

"Of course it's because I use this brand myself." Maibor chuckled and finished the slice of pizza in two or three bites. "Then again, what do you want to do with this special bank robber?"

"I suspect it's not that simple. Hey, Myboys, can you give me his home address?"

When the file manager heard this, his head almost hit the computer screen. He turned his head, with 'wtf' written all over his face, and the two looked at each other for a long time. Then he said: "Seriously, Spider-Man, if it were someone else

Saying this, I have already sent people to arrest him."

Having said that, he still gave the address to Spider-Man, and then immediately turned his back on the person and said, "I wish you good luck in your investigation. Now leave quickly. If someone sees you, my job will be at risk."

"Okay, okay, bye, Maibor."

After bidding farewell to the archivist, Spider-Man returned along the original route - he hung on the ceiling. Although there were police officers working the night shift in the police station at night, few people would look at the ceiling idle, so he carefully walked around.

.Then a thread flew to the roof of the building next to the police station.

Squatting on the gargoyle, he unconsciously tapped the gargoyle's head with his fingers, lost in thought.

A bank robber who seemed to have some stories, a former bank account manager with no criminal record, chose to rob a bank in the early morning of August in New York wearing a thin undershirt and only armed with a 9mm pistol...

.Why?

Seeking money? But he didn't seem to care about the pile of money at that time... No, maybe his family situation was very bad?

After much thought, he decided to go to Jonathan's house to take a look.

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When he arrived at Jonathan Harlan's house, it was already ten o'clock that night. Even if he could swing between high-rise buildings with spider silk, the nights in New York were never peaceful. Peter had to deal with a few thieves.

The process of tying them up and then calling the police is a waste of time.

But he finally arrived - but his home was a little beyond Peter's expectations.

It was a single-family villa located on Long Island. From the outside, it was undoubtedly a mansion. It had three floors, a swimming pool, a garden, a garage... everything. At this time, the lights were on on the second floor of the villa.

.

How could a wealthy man living in a villa not think about robbing a bank? Moreover, didn’t his family ask a lawyer to apply for bail for him?

Peter frowned, he jumped lightly across the street, entered the courtyard of the villa in a few leaps, and then hung silently on the wall of the second floor - he planned to enter from the balcony.

At this moment, he heard a low cry.

Peter entered the balcony quietly. His suit had been upgraded once, and special materials were used on the soles of his feet. It could isolate most sounds. He spent a hundred dollars on this. Fortunately, this money and material

Excellent value for money.

The interior decoration of the villa is simple and post-modern, with a middle-class self-proclaimed taste. A large amount of black and white and several vases constitute the main hall on the second floor. An oversized TV is hung on the wall.

It was empty, with only a few beanbags scattered in the corners of the living room.

He listened carefully and found that the crying was coming from a room on the second floor. He followed the sound and stopped in front of a door. There was a woman crying non-stop.

Just a little bit away, Peter was about to open the door and comfort her - if he was a moron, he would really do this.

But he was not, so after Peter determined her location, he quietly walked around the entire villa within five minutes and successfully found Jonathan's study on the first floor. Compared to the simple decoration style,

His study room is quite antique. There is a laptop on the heavy solid wood table and a photo frame next to it.

Turning on the light, Peter glanced at the photo frame. Inside was a photo of Jonathan and a woman. The two were smiling brightly in the photo. He took out his mobile phone and took a photo, intending to check this woman later - if

If he remembered correctly, Jonathan was not married.

When he turned on the computer, he found the power-on password as expected. Unsurprisingly, he took out a USB flash drive and inserted it into it. A minute later, he successfully entered the system.

After flexing his fingers, Peter nodded: OK, it's time to do what I do best.

He started typing on the keyboard very quickly, looking for clues, and rummaging through the hard drive. The speed was almost the same as when he was arguing with people about Star Wars in online forums, but he found nothing.

Jonathan Harlan's computer is full of customer information and the like. He does not use social software and does not talk to people online. There is no trace of him on the Internet, and this clue is broken.

Tsk.

Pouting his lips, Peter lay back, leaned on the boss's chair and turned around. His eyes moved to Jonathan's bookcase. As a practitioner related to the financial industry, the books he read were all masterpieces of contemporary literature——

Anyway, Peter has never read any of them.

When he became interested, he jumped up and opened the bookcase. He began to search every corner carefully to see if there was a hidden secret door like in the movie. Of course, he found nothing. This was really just an ordinary bookcase.

Shrugging, Peter didn't feel sad about it. Anyway, he just stopped by to take a look. He sat on the desk and began to tap the table unconsciously with his fingers.

Brother Jonathan, why on earth did you choose to rob a bank? You obviously are not short of money... Wait, what if someone is short of money?

A flash of lightning flashed in Peter's mind. He squinted his eyes and began to try his best to catch the fleeting lightning.

Yes, you are not short of money and your life is very good, so there is no need for you to rob a bank. But it is not necessarily true for others. Is it a former client of yours? Or a colleague of yours? Someone got the handle on you and let him

You went to rob a bank, but you didn't choose to finish the job because of your conscience, not even wearing a hood.

Just when he was excited about his guess, another voice in his head poured cold water on him: Peter, you have watched too many movies.

He said to himself in Aunt May's voice: Why are you holding on to this matter so much? Maybe there is nothing hidden in Jonathan Harlan's story at all, not to mention that he has already been caught, so why do you have to?

Worrying about this matter?

He almost convinced himself, really, just a little bit.

Peter sighed quietly.

He knew that he could sit back and watch, or choose to walk away. This matter had nothing to do with him in the first place. The other party was a rich man. He might have done some dirty things over the years. Even if he didn't go in for robbing banks,

, and also because of tax evasion.

But he just couldn't really convince himself.

What if...I mean, even just what if, this guy is innocent? He was threatened, and robbing the bank was not his intention.

This thought was swirling in his mind, constantly making a sound to remind him. Just like the noisy wake-up alarm on Monday morning, you want to ignore it, but you know that you can't. Otherwise you will pay a heavy price -

-Peter thought the same way, and his conscience did not allow him to just ignore the matter.

Just when he made up his mind to pursue this matter to the end, an anxious voice came from outside the door: "Jonathan, is that you? Are you in there?"

Peter's pupils shrank sharply, and he turned to look at the window - it was closed! But now it was too late to open it, he pretended too much, and the door handle of the study had been pulled down.

Well, Spider-Man, you probably need to go to the police station for trespassing. Peter thought to himself and shrugged.