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Chapter 355 Intern Reporter Mary Jane is on the move!

Chapter 355 Intern Reporter Mary Jane on the Move!

"Hello, I'm Mary Jane Watson, an intern at the Daily Bugle."

Mary Jane arrived at the restaurant where the bombing had occurred. One corner was under maintenance, while the rest appeared unchanged. Since it was a small restaurant, the owner himself was at the front desk. Upon seeing Mary Jane's internship badge, his face darkened: "You're the assistant to that bespectacled reporter?"

"Um, you mean Mr. Liz? Yes, I'm helping him organize the details of the bombing, but there are some problems with his records, so I'm here to ask him again."

The restaurant owner scratched his head in confusion, then looked around. Since it wasn't lunchtime, the restaurant wasn't crowded, so he quietly explained the situation to Mary Jane: "Listen, kid, I don't know what your boss is thinking, but it's best if you don't get involved in this. You don't know, the police haven't followed up on this, so naturally they can't find anything."

Mary Jane nodded, then quickly came up with a solution: "I know, but you also know this is work... So, why don't you repeat what you told Mr. Lids? At least I'll have something to report."

"Okay, okay."

The boss mumbled, "It's like this..."

Mary Jane quickly jotted down several key points in her notebook and asked questions from time to time. Just as the boss said, there wasn't much new information to offer, but Mary Jane didn't think much of it. This was normal; she just felt that she might be able to ask some questions that Ned hadn't been able to get, which was why she chose to come back again.

The explosion only covered one table and didn't even shatter the glass, but cracks still appeared in the restaurant's windows. There was almost no sound of an explosion, which is consistent with previous reports. The explosion resulted in the victims being completely charred, a detail Ned didn't mention…

"Is there really no sound?"

"No, but there was a shaking at the time. Some people suspected that armored vehicles or large trucks had driven nearby, while others suspected that it was an earthquake."

The owner shrugged and said, "Oh, and also, some customers saw a very bright light, and then it stopped."

"I've already told Mr. Lids everything you've said."

"I'm not entirely sure, but they're basically identical, right?"

"Is there really no difference?"

After thinking for a moment, the shopkeeper explained the difference: "That man was quite familiar with the police. After the police finished searching the scene, he crossed the police line and picked up some things from the ground to take back. However, considering that most of the useful items, including the body, were taken away by the police, he probably didn't pick up anything of value."

Something seemed to flash through Mary Jane's mind.

"Sorry, but... has your restaurant done a thorough cleaning since the bombing?"

"No, we still have to stay open. This happened after Christmas, and we only cleaned on Christmas Day when we were closed."

Mary Jane apologized, then went to the corner that was under maintenance. Taking advantage of the fact that there weren't many customers, she lay down and scanned under the sofas and chairs. After borrowing a broom from the owner, she swept out two things that looked like plastic scraps.

The shopkeeper was somewhat surprised by how hard the girl was working, and Mary Jane asked him, "Excuse me, are these all the things Mr. Liz took?"

"Yes, it looks like some kind of child's toy was blown up."

Perhaps that was indeed the case, which is why Ned didn't write it in his report. Or perhaps for some other reason, he didn't investigate further. Mary Jane looked at the two pieces of plastic through the sunlight, said goodbye to the boss, and walked out. She had originally planned to find a place to think carefully about whether there was anything wrong with it, but she saw a person on the roadside picking at the cracked glass of the restaurant.

Mary Jane thought the man looked familiar.

"Um... Peter Parker?"

The young man who was called was taken aback for a moment, clearly not expecting to be called here. He turned around, saw Mary Jane, and smiled: "Good afternoon, Mary Jane."

"What are you doing...?"

"Oh, uh, I was looking at the crack in this glass. I saw a news report online the other day saying that something happened here—"

"A strange explosion," Mary Jane immediately chimed in. Peter nodded quickly. "Yes, a small blast, almost silent, that killed two people. I'm examining the glass to see if I can figure out the details of the explosion."

"That's quite a coincidence."

"Yeah, it's really nice to run into you here..." Peter started to say, then suddenly realized something was off and looked at the unfinished black floor behind the glass: "You mean, you're here too?"

"Yes, I'm interning at the Daily Bugle, and I'm currently helping a reporter organize the details of the bombing. He's compiling and reporting on the case, but he's encountering too many problems."

"So, does the Daily Bugle have any inside information?"

"The only inside information that The Daily Bugle knows right now is that there are inside information about this matter."

After Mary Jane finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something and looked at Peter: "I remember you're a member of the detective agency?"

"yes?"

"You know a lot of reasoning skills, right? I remember you got internships at Baxter Building and Osborn Technology. Would you like to play a game of reasoning?"

Peter glanced at the traces left at the explosion site. He didn't think Mary Jane knew more than he did, but considering the Daily Bugle's connection to the incident, Peter felt it necessary to learn something from the Daily Bugle. So he smiled and nodded, "Okay, then we'll..."

"I know a coffee shop, let's talk there."

Peter nodded, then glanced at the restaurant seats again, a puzzled look on his face. He couldn't understand why, whether Ned was a decoy or a real demon, his actions clearly indicated he wanted to conceal his activities. But the bombing was too sudden and attention-grabbing.

Moreover, Ned himself didn't have the ability to suppress the matter. He was a journalist with extensive connections, not some gangster boss, and he couldn't possibly suppress the matter at the police level, let alone make Inspector Stacy believe that she absolutely couldn't find anything.

There is no doubt that there is a real demon lurking behind Ned.

(End of this chapter)