Maybe God is losing his temper, maybe because the city of Los Angeles needs cleaning too much. It has rained all night and there is still no sign of stopping.

    Wilson didn''t die. He was as stubborn as a cockroach. However, the gunshot wound and serious blood loss still made Wilson fall into a bad cold, but Wilson was a tough man. Even if he had a high fever, he still left the hospital.

    The reason is very simple. Today is the third day of Mrs. Samantha''s death. According to customs, today is the day she was buried.

    In the gloomy sky, the atmosphere in the church was extremely depressed.

    There was a patter of rain outside. Many people came to the church. The priest read out Mrs. Samantha''s memorial speech. He repeatedly mentioned that she was a respected old woman, and he even choked several times.

    But in the end, everyone had to admit the fact that Mrs. Samantha died.

    Her body was buried in the Los Angeles cemetery. Wilson gave the grave keeper a lot of money in the hope that he could regularly help Mrs. Samantha clean up the weeds and send a bunch of flowers.

    The grave keeper agreed. In fact, even if Wilson did nothing, the grave keeper would do so, because his adopted son was once a member of the angel orphanage.

    Nagini looked around. He hoped to find Daisy, but obviously Daisy''s adoptive parents didn''t want their children to touch such a heavy thing as death so early.

    Nagini understood. After all, he didn''t let MIA come.

    Wilson was wearing a bandage, which made him look like a big white bear. He was naive and cute, but the big white bear looked sad.

    Finally, Mrs. Samantha was buried in the earth, and everyone presented a bunch of flowers. Some people would say a few words to Mrs. Samantha, while others remained silent in front of Mrs. Samantha''s tombstone for a long time.

    People don''t like death after all, perhaps because it''s too heavy. Many people come to remember Mrs. Samantha. They are very sincere. Nagini can feel their heartfelt sadness, but finally they all left in a hurry.

    In the gloomy sky, the pattering rain fell, and in front of the black tombstone, only Wilson, Nagini and a black man who looked familiar.

    The black man came over. He was very tall and looked like a comedian. He had neat teeth. I believe he must have a good laugh, but now he looked very heavy and patted Wilson on the shoulder:

    "Man, Mrs. Samantha is looking at you in the sky. Don''t be so sad. You have to tell her you live well."

    Wilson pulled out a smile more ugly than crying: "Frey, why are you here? I remember you weren''t in New York?"

    Frey shook his head with a touch of helplessness on his face. "Work reason, you know how difficult it is to keep a job now. But I''m glad the boss let me come to Los Angeles. Mrs. Samantha is a great person. Would you like a drink? The first one is on me."

    Wilson thought for a moment and finally nodded. He patted Nagini on the shoulder. "Come on, I can''t buy you a drink, but I can buy you a glass of milk."

    Frey looked strangely at the six-year-old next to Wilson. "Are you sure? Are you taking a child to the bar?"

    But Wilson rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "who said he was going to the bar? I know a restaurant with good drinks and their smoked beef is very good."

    Frey should have a conflict with Wilson, although the relationship between them seems to be good in the news Nagini got, because when Wilson mentioned Frey two days ago, his eyes flashed a touch of admiration.

    But I don''t know why. After they met, they felt incompatible.

    Facing Wilson''s bad attitude, Frey said helplessly, "well, Los Angeles is your territory, so I can only listen to you."

    Barry''s father''s meat shop is an unknown restaurant with countless repeat customers.

    On the day of Mrs. Samantha''s funeral, Barry''s father didn''t go. According to him, he didn''t want to accept the fact that Mrs. Samantha died, so he refused to appear at the funeral.

    Wilson took a sip of whisky and looked at the black man in front of him:

    "Come on, Frey, what are you doing here? Don''t say it''s because of Mrs. Samantha. I''m in a bad mood today. If you dare to lie to me, I''ll dare to beat you!"

    Frey wiped his mouth with a napkin. There was a helpless flash in his eyes: "well, you know what my current job is?"

    But Wilson snorted coldly, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes: "I asked last time, but you were full of lies."

    For Wilson''s attitude, Frey could only shake his head with a bitter smile.

    They know each other because of Mrs. Samantha.

    Now Wilson''s shooting was taught by Frey himself, but because of different positions and many things happened, the friendship between the two sides was completely broken, even to the point of old death. Facing Wilson''s rejection, Frey can only explain helplessly:

    "That''s because some things can''t be said. There are confidentiality regulations. I''m mainly in Los Angeles to investigate a special incident, code 42-7. No one can say the information here."

    With that, Frey took out a document from his clothes. After Wilson took the document, he looked at it casually and frowned subconsciously:

    "What is this? All I see are black bars. Can you find a line of sentences that are not blocked?"

    Frey shook his head and a look of seriousness flashed in his eyes:

    "Wilson, I''m sorry, but I promise this is the limit I can let you know. I know what you''ve done. Although I don''t agree with you, I have to say it''s relieved. I know you, so I know it has nothing to do with you, but someone died, and this way of death is very strange. It involves a lot. I''m here to help you."

    Wilson was stunned, and a doubt flashed in his eyes: "missing? What do you mean?"

    Frey was also stunned. He looked at Wilson. He looked at the fake expression in each other''s eyes. He couldn''t help frowning and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

    Is your investigation wrong? Wilson really doesn''t know?

    But after all, Frey is professionally trained. He won''t easily expose his ideas, so he plans to continue to test:

    "Barnett, Snoopy, Andy, do you want me to go on? They are not dead, but disappear. You can''t find each other''s body, as if they disappeared out of thin air. I know you didn''t do it, but Wilson, I hope you understand that I really want to help you!"

    The first two names, Wilson''s look did not change, but at the moment when Andy was mentioned?

    Wilson frowned, his face changed for a moment, stared at a pair of tiger eyes and slapped the table heavily:

    "What do you mean? When Mrs. Samantha died, you cops didn''t care about anything. Now that the murderer is dead, you found me here? Frey, if you don''t give me an explanation, I swear by Mrs. Samantha''s grave, I''ll never let you go!"

    Seeing Wilson, a fierce human beast, was very angry. Frey looked undaunted. He looked at Wilson without weakness.

    Two old foxes, each with his own ghost, were observing the loopholes in each other''s eyes at the moment, but Frey didn''t find that when he mentioned the names of these people, the pupil of the six-year-old child drinking milk next to him contracted imperceptibly.

    Nagini put down the milk cup. He wiped the milk beard under his nose. His young face asked naively, "Uncle Frey, can I have a look?"

    Because of Nagini''s interruption, Frey had to give up the confrontation. He shook his head and put on a smile: "kid, your name is Nagini, right? These things are too much for you..."

    But before Frey spoke, Wilson handed the document No. 42-7 to Nagini and gave Frey a provocative look, as if he were retaliating.

    Looking at Nagini''s documents, Frey''s eyes flashed a touch of helplessness. He waved helplessly: "forget it, you''re free, but the next glass of wine is for you."

    Although this is illegal, as long as Wilson doesn''t say it, who will know?

    Talking about how much a six-year-old child can understand even if he reads the documents?

    Maybe in a day or two, you''ll forget it completely.

    While Nagini was browsing the document No. 42-7, he was worried, but after seeing the words World War II and energy weapon, Nagini was relieved.

    Their worries are superfluous. The other party obviously thinks that the disappeared people were killed by the energy weapon developed by Dr. anim Zola, one of the Hydra members during World War II.

    As for the speculation behind the document?

    If he didn''t know that he did it himself, Nagini even really thought there were hydras in Los Angeles.

    But one interesting thing is the document number - 42-7!

    42 is the number of the city of Los Angeles, and the following 7 refers to the seventh special event in Los Angeles. Does that mean that there are six special events before this?

    Flipping through the documents, at least in Frey''s eyes, Nagini was completely flipping.

    After getting a satisfactory answer, Nagini threw the document at random.

    When Wilson saw that Nagini didn''t give him a hint, he thought about it, and then drank the whisky in his glass, with a flash of seriousness in his eyes:

    "Frey, I don''t know what you want to do with me, and I don''t know the use of showing me this useless document, but I have to tell you that I don''t regret doing these things!"

    Then he patted Nagini on the shoulder and left with a look of anger.

    Watching the two of them leave, Frey frowned slightly. He had a feeling that he should have ignored something just now, but what did he ignore?

    Frey frowned and thought twinkled in his eyes.

    At the same time, in Wilson''s Ferrari, a flash of concern flashed in Wilson''s eyes:

    "Are you okay?"

    "Don''t worry, I just read the document. I won''t doubt it."

    "That''s good. Didn''t you have enough just now?"

    "Well, that Frey is not easy."

    "How about I invite you to spago for dinner?"

    "Are you sure? That''s a star hotel."

    "It''s a treat, and this man is not simple. His name is Falcone. Be careful then."

    "Can I help you?"

    "No, but I have a feeling that I may have to leave."