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But Zhang Ming has self-knowledge. He is a bit clever, but he is by no means a detective.

Rather than bite the bullet and do reasoning and detection that he is not good at, Zhang Ming is more suitable to throw himself in the most suspicious place, and then wait for trouble to come to him.

He likes this way of solving problems.

Just like the remarks of Pinru Clothes: Since you are looking for excitement, follow through to the end.

Zhang Ming stole a car on the side of the road. This is the "craft" he learned from Franklin. He prefers this kind of skill to learning fighting skills from Steve.

Before starting the car, Zhang Ming took a photo of the license plate number to Coulson, and asked him to reimburse the owner for repairs. Then he started the car and drove in the direction of Dior's hometown.

At the same time, the S.H.I.E.L.D. pilot who had just left London and flew over Ireland suddenly noticed a black spot ahead.

"That is……"

He narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, the Quinjet fighter seemed to be held by an invisible big hand, and when it was squeezed hard, the fighter was kneaded into a "ball" like a ball of waste paper.

"cough--"

The pilot spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with viscera.

His eyes widened.

You must... tell Zhang Ming that this enemy is no longer...

Burning the last of his life force, the pilot held the communicator, and he pressed the comm switch.

Click, click.

no response.

At this time, an indifferent voice appeared in his ear.

"What a living bedbug."

Seconds later, the pilot's body sank into the Atlantic Ocean.

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Zhang Ming, who stole a car and drove out of downtown London, didn't know that the pilot who sent him here had unfortunately died.

After driving for nearly an hour and a half, it is now 7 o'clock in the morning. If it is in New York, the sun should be rising by now, and the warm wind in early spring is blowing on the body, giving people an indescribable comfort.

But in this place in London, Zhang Ming didn't feel the slightest warmth. There was hazy mist everywhere. After a long time, his nose and throat felt very uncomfortable, his fingers were cold, and his clothes seemed to have become damp.

Through the car window, one can vaguely see a faint halo in the sky.

That is the sun.

London is the world famous "fog capital".

Britain carried out the industrial revolution earlier, and gained productivity beyond that era. At the same time, they also paid the price of the environment.

People at that time had no awareness of environmental protection at all, and a large number of factories and households used coal, releasing countless smog every day.These thick smokes, combined with London's temperate maritime climate that is prone to fog, caused the city to be completely shrouded in dense fog.

Ordinary people lack environmental awareness, capitalists and the government are greedy for profit, and no one controls the thick smog in London. In the end, tragedy happened——

In December 1952, more than 12 people were killed by the long-term backlog of dense fog.

This is the "London smog incident".

Zhang Ming turned on the high-beam headlights, and the dazzling lights could barely penetrate a distance of less than two meters. Beyond that, there was a gray mist.

"It was okay in the urban area just now, but the further you go to the suburbs, the fog gets thicker?"

Fortunately, Zhang Ming still has a third-view camera, so he adjusted to thermal imaging mode and continued to drive according to the map.

It was a silent journey, with towering trees on both sides of the road, and black branches occasionally protruding from the dense fog, like pairs of thin, misshapen arms.

"squeak--"

Zhang Ming stepped on the brakes, and the car slid along the wet road for nearly half a meter before stopping. In front of it was a door nearly three meters high.

The door is covered with ivy and moss, and it can be seen that it has not been taken care of for a period of time. Through the gaps in the iron gate railing, you can see the pointed roof of the castle, shadowy, like a twisting poisonous snake.

The iron gate outside was locked. Zhang Ming climbed over the wall and jumped in. When he came to the castle, he pushed the door open.

"It's really a horror movie."

Zhang Ming complained and walked in.

Perhaps because of different cultural backgrounds, Zhang Ming prefers Chinese-style courtyard houses to English-style castles. What’s the point of living in the suburbs?

The interior design of the castle has a full sense of age. There are oil paintings hanging on the wall, and the history of the family can be seen in the small details of objects such as carpets and chandeliers.

Zhang Ming even saw a pair of silver-white medieval armor.

On the second floor, on the long corridor, there are two human figures drawn with white chalk. This is the fixed line left by the police to indicate the location of the body when it was found.

Zhang Ming had a complete autopsy report in his hand. The two dead people were maids of the Dior family. When they were discovered, they still had weird smiles on their faces. What was even more strange was that they turned into two stone statues.

The forensic doctor tried to dissect it, but in the end they only got blood and internal organs.

The police also suspected whether they were man-made stone statues, but no matter from the technical difficulty of creating such realistic stone statues or the results of laboratory analysis of blood and internal organs, it can be concluded that these two stone statues were really living people. !

"Ability to petrify...magic or superpower?"