Chapter 1528

"Boss, we found the bullet. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

A strong black police officer walked out carrying a transparent evidence bag. George took the bag from his hand and walked into the room at the crime scene.

When passing through the warning line, George gave a wink to the detective next to him. The intern police officer very keenly took an extra pair of gloves and a pair of shoe covers, so Jameson also followed George into the crime scene.

The first crime scene was in Huji's bedroom. Now only the red threads tracing the direction of blood spatter were left there, and there was no body, so there was no scene that stimulated the senses.

"Confirmed as the first crime scene. The victim was shot and killed by a pistol, the bullet hit the temple, killing him with one shot, so there were no signs of any struggle." A female police officer stepped forward and said.

"Was the victim killed in his sleep?"

"No." The female police officer shook her head and said: "At that time, he was sitting here, probably working late. The killer appeared behind him. The moment he turned his head, the bullet accurately hit the side of his brain."

George lowered his head and looked at the bullet in the transparent evidence bag. He frowned slightly, and a look of confusion flashed by. He looked at the bullet and said in a low voice: "Magnum? Wear marks... The killer used a revolver?"

Jameson next to him lowered his voice and said: "I haven't seen Spider-Man use a gun, but is he a vintage firearm enthusiast?"

"I think the possibility of Spider-Man doing it has been reduced to the lowest." George also lowered his voice and said: "Unless he is receiving strict firearms training outside of the time he is swinging around, and has professional infiltration skills, otherwise there is no way to explain how he suddenly appeared behind Huji, raised his gun, fired, and blew his head off in one go. But if he hesitated even a little, the crime scene wouldn't be what it is now."

George crossed the red threads in the field, walked to the place where Huji fell, checked the blood traces there, and came to the windowsill to check the dust on the surface of the windowsill. Sure enough, he found nothing.

"The other party is an experienced killer, cautious, calm, and cruel." George looked up and down at the window and said: "The same as those I have seen before, and more confident than them, because he used a revolver with only a few bullets."

"You guys go back to the police station first." George waved to the other police officers, let them leave first, and he took Jameson to the door of the room and said: "Now we first need to determine whether Huji was killed because of the viewpoints in his reports, and the way to determine it is to investigate whether people with the same viewpoints as him have encountered danger recently."

"If, as you said, this is Spider-Man's revenge action, then he can't just retaliate against Huji alone. Those who have led the smear reports against him can't escape, including you, Mr. Jameson."

Jameson immediately felt a bit nervous. He pursed his lips and said: "I just reported the facts. If those things didn't happen, could I have made them up out of thin air?"

"Yes, but as you said, a person who launches a revenge action because of anger will not care about so much. Even if you are indeed the only truth in those smear reports, he will only think that you are in the same boat as them."

Jameson's face turned red with anger, and he didn't even care about being afraid. He said loudly: "I thought he would have some ability to distinguish! When the first generation of Spider-Man sacrificed, I wrote an obituary for him, and was sincerely sad for him, and felt ashamed for those who slandered his reputation after his death!"

"We can't be sure it's him yet." George appeased Jameson, took him to the police car outside the door, and said: "But we do have to go to your residence to ensure that no one is looking for trouble with you."

Soon, the police car drove to the door of Jameson's house. As a newspaper owner who has achieved some success in the news industry, Jameson's house is in a villa in the suburbs of New York. Pushing open the gate of the villa, the courtyard was calm, and there was no sign of anyone invading.

They entered the living room all the way and didn't find anything unusual, but soon Jameson found a note that didn't belong to this house on the coffee table. It was written on it—"Leave New York, don't come back within two months".

George took the note and looked carefully at the handwriting on it. His brows frowned tighter, and he said: "The other party looks like someone who often uses a fountain pen. The arcs and pauses on his handwriting are more in line with the usage habits of fountain pen nibs."

"Could it be an editor from another newspaper?"

George shook his head to indicate he couldn't be sure. He touched his chin and said: "Revolvers and fountain pen usage habits might have some connection, but there are too few clues, not enough to determine."

"Then what should we do now?"

"You wait here, just sit here until night, I'll go to the courtyard to take a look."

Jameson sat on the sofa a bit tremblingly, feeling uneasy but forced himself to calm down. The appearance of this note showed that he had indeed been involved in this matter, and whether he would become the next Huji could only be left to fate.

Soon night fell, and the familiar villa living room looked full of ghosts. Jameson could clearly hear his own heartbeat, but soon he heard the sound of something falling more clearly.

Just like a deliberate hint, a figure slowly approached from the darkness. Jameson accelerated his breathing and asked with a trembling voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

But that figure didn't move forward, but stood at the edge of the darkness and said in a voice that sounded hoarse and low: "I am Spider-Man. You saw the note I left for you, why haven't you left yet?"

"Spider-Man?!" Jameson raised his voice and screamed, and then he saw the revolver hanging on the other party's waist. Without caring about understanding the deep meaning of this, Jameson asked: "Did you kill Huji?"

"He deserved to die."

"Don't move, stand there!" George rushed up from the back door of the house, aiming his gun at the figure in the darkness with both hands.

The figure opposite had no reaction, just turned and walked into the darkness, leaving the last sentence: "Jameson, I warned you, leave New York."

After finishing, he rushed toward the window at a speed neither of them could see clearly and jumped out, disappearing into the night. George slowly lowered his gun, stared at the place where the figure left, and said: "Did you see the gun on his waist? He is the killer who killed Huji."

"Spider-Man... he is Spider-Man!" Jameson said somewhat brokenly: "Spider-Man's vengeful soul has returned for revenge. He killed Huji!"

George turned to look at Jameson and said: "There is no truth in the mouth of such an experienced killer. He couldn't be..."

"He is Spider-Man!" Jameson raised his voice and said: "I will never look wrong. I said it, I have been paying attention to Spider-Man for a long time. I know every detail on him. He is definitely Spider-Man!"

"It must be the first generation of Spider-Man who died unjustly who returned for revenge!" Jameson took a deep breath and said: "Because those people slandered his reputation after his death, making his soul restless, so he crawled out of the grave. He wants to make those people pay the price!"

"Then why doesn't he kill you?"

"Because I didn't slander him!" Jameson turned his head to look at George and said: "This is why I said this is Spider-Man's vengeful soul. He can distinguish who is his enemy! He saw everything in hell!"

"Your imagination is a bit too rich, Mr. Jameson." George put away his gun, and Jameson had already jumped up from his seat. He rushed upstairs in a panic, shouting while running: "I must go on vacation for a few more months until the vengeful soul calms his anger."

George sighed helplessly, had to walk out the door, take a police car, and return to the police station. But just after returning to the police station, a subordinate walked over with a straight face and said: "Bad news, boss. An editor-in-chief of the Global Times was just found dead in his home in Manhattan. The time of death was about half an hour ago. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

George didn't ask much, but immediately rushed to the crime scene. The first crime scene was also the bedroom of the deceased, also killed with one shot, and even the Magnum bullet and the wear marks on it were the same.

And this time George focused on checking all entrances and exits, but found no traces of coming and going. It was a very typical locked-room murder case. George and his subordinates stayed up all night and found no useful clues.

At dawn, George drove home. He just inserted the key into the keyhole when the door opened. Gwen stood inside, looking at him with a smile and said: "Dad, why are you only back now? Did you forget that tomorrow is your birthday?"

George was dazed for a moment, shook his head helplessly, and said: "I was almost too busy to remember. Let me guess, you prepared your handmade gift for me again. What is it this time? A scarf, a clay figure, or a photo frame?"

"I plan to make you a cake and am preparing the materials." Gwen moved aside to let George in. She walked in front and came to the island counter in the kitchen to continue organizing those baking utensils.

"Also, Peter asked me to say sorry to you. He was originally going to attend your birthday party, but his good friend Harry Osborn encountered some emotional problems. They are currently solving them in Hollywood and are afraid it will be difficult to rush back."

"It doesn't matter. I said long ago that he should travel more instead of staying in the laboratory every day. Don't you have any travel plans?"

Gwen smoothed the hair on her forehead and said: "I plan to go to Hollywood to find him, but I must accompany my father to celebrate his birthday first."

"Even if you don't do this, I won't think you are the type of girl who runs away with her boyfriend and never comes back." George laughed and started preparing breakfast.

During the meal, Gwen found that George was always distracted, so she asked curiously. George muttered a few words, but still spoke: "It's about Spider-Man again."

He repeated what happened during the day to Gwen in a complaining tone as usual, and then sighed and said.

"Don't you think it's strange? Jameson insisted that the weirdo was Spider-Man. Although I didn't say it at the time, looking at his face, figure, and behavior, he indeed looked like Spider-Man."

"But he was full of darkness and mystery, and his killing method was very skilled. He was a cruel killer, and his temperament was completely different from Spider-Man."

Gwen's hand holding the fork paused and asked: "Then what is Spider-Man's temperament like?"

George pursed his lips and summarized: "Sunny, optimistic, heartless, like the kind of white boy who would shout and scream when seeing a plane take off."

Gwen couldn't help but laugh out loud, then covered her mouth with her hand and coughed lightly twice. George looked at her, sighed, and said.

"Although I often say Spider-Man is reckless, that is also within the acceptable range of a young man causing trouble. But this one is obviously not."

"Killer Spider-Man? Is there anything worse than this in the world?"