Mystery: The whole good living master

Although his favorability had almost been improved, Mu Fan Ge did not choose to stay overnight abruptly - he was mainly worried that Melissa would mistakenly think that Almana was a girl, and that girls should not sleep on the same bunk bed with Klein, and then invite him to sleep on the same bed...

Just increase the favorability to a moderate level, don't increase it too much!

This is something I speak from experience!

Let me see, whose favorability should I improve next?

Oh~ It turns out to be poor Seinnetel~

After saying goodbye to Melissa and sending Klein back to the dormitory, Mu Fan Ge opened the door and went straight to Saennetel's office.

It was still that office with a very simple decoration style, subtly revealing a modern and industrial feel.

The difference is that in addition to Seinnetel, who always sits behind the desk and flips through the account books, there is also a golden dragon in the room.

Isn't this my old friend Adam? Why is he here?

Seeing Mu Fange, Sainnetel showed an interested smirk on his face: "Hey, what a coincidence, the real boss is here, you can ask him in person!"

"Ah? What are you asking?" Mu Fangge looked at Adam blankly.

The golden dragon gritted its teeth and revealed an awkward, complex smile in a very human way.

Adam was in a dilemma and refused to speak, so the kind-hearted Mr. Sean spoke for him: "Adam wants to kill you, but you are too difficult to kill, so he came to ask me what to do to kill you..."

The plot was caught by the real master, Amon's different clones were treated differently, and he was betrayed without hesitation by his ally... The golden dragon's expression became more complicated, and his sharp claws dug into the ground tightly, as if he wanted to dig out another duplex for this office.

Mu Fan Ge was horrified: "Ah! Adam wants to kill me? Why? No!

Then he decisively transformed into a strange creature, cried and hugged Adam's thighs, begging Adam not to kill him.

Adam became even more nervous, and for some reason his heart was in turmoil and couldn't calm down for a long time. His usual calmness and confidence fell to the ground and shattered into eight pieces along with his moral integrity. His mouth opened and closed but he couldn't utter a word... No, this was too embarrassing!

Adam couldn't hold it any longer!

So Adam chose to escape - he slowly and silently blended into the air...

Mu Fange fell to the ground without support, and then climbed to Seannetel seamlessly and hugged Sean's thighs: "Oh~ You can't just watch Adam kill me! Please save me!"

"Let me ask you..." Sennetel shook the glowing hand hidden under the table and spoke slowly.

"What?" Mu Fan Ge stopped pretending to cry without any emotion and just cried loudly, and looked up blankly.

"What sequence is Adam in?" Seinnetel asked in the instructive tone of a kindergarten teacher.

"Uh...it should be Sequence One, right? Don't you know?" Mu Fange blinked.

"So... a Sequence One wants to kill you, a Sequence Four... and you seek protection from me, a Sequence Five? Are you hoping that I can help you collect your body?"

Seinnetel comically held back his laughter and stared at Mu Fange.

Mu Fange realized it later and his mouth twitched a few times. This time he finally burst into tears with full emotion.

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Mu Fangge soon stopped crying, mainly because Seannetel was not dramatic enough, did not cooperate with him at all, had no sympathy for women, and even held a big box camera to try to record his dark history.

The shock of accidentally hearing the terrible news gradually wore off. Mu Fange calmed down and realized something was wrong. "That's not right! Adam wanted to kill me, so he could just kill me casually. Why should I discuss this with you?"

"Could it be that Adam can't kill me easily due to some reasons? Has Adam discovered the mark of the Fallen Mother Goddess on me? Has Adam known that I want to assassinate her real body?" Mu Fange analyzed in a low voice.

"Why does Adam want to kill me? How did I offend him? I haven't caused any big trouble, right?" Mu Fange, who had no self-awareness, stood up naturally and sat in Seinnetel's seat. He twisted his butt and pushed Seinnetel down.

Saennetel was not angry. He slowly walked to the sofa in the reception area and sat down, and explained simply: "Adam thinks you are contaminated and is worried that you will hurt his son, so he wants to kill you."

"Ah? Son? Amon? Why? Am I not Amon too?" Mu Fange scratched his head in confusion - Bai Zao's family affairs were too messy for him to sort out.

"How should I know? I'm not Amon." Sennetel collapsed on the sofa.

"You don't know? Then what does Adam have to talk to you about?" Mu Fange thought, then slapped his thigh: "I know! You must be discussing the ownership of Korishi's body!"

Saennetel raised his eyes and looked at Mu Fange: "This does not need to be discussed. This body of Korishi undoubtedly belongs to me..."

"...Don't get me wrong, I don't have the habit of doing that kind of thing with corpses..." Sennetl inexplicably felt that Mu Fange's eyes suddenly became very wrong.

"Well, I believe you." Mu Fange actually didn't believe it at all.

Sennetel: "I'm serious. I'm different from you Amon. I don't have the habit of...killing my lover with my own hands and then manipulating his corpse to have another relationship!"

Mu Fange shook his head with empathy: An ordinary Amon would never have the special fetish of Time Worm No. 3563!

"I told you, I already have someone I like. There is no possibility between me and Korishi..." Sennetel felt that the more he explained, the worse it got.

"Then what is your relationship with Korishi?" Mu Fange squinted at him.

Sennetel bared his teeth and said, "Uh... we share the same ideals! Do you understand what I mean by the same ideals? The one that Emperor Roselle talked about, who seeks soulmates in the mountains and rivers, is us!"

"It's obvious that he was deceived into working for you for free, right?" Mu Fangge expressed his doubt.

"Bah! Do you know how expensive his body is?" Sennetel glared at Mu Fange.

"The secret is exposed! It turns out that you were the one who made Korishi's body!" Mu Fange pointed his index finger at Sennetl like Conan.

Sennetel took a deep breath: "I never concealed this at all. I told you a long time ago that Koreshi grew up in a petri dish!"

"Isn't your culture dish technology already very mature? Why is it so expensive?" Mu Fangge was puzzled.

Sennetel seemed very angry and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Do you want to ask yourself this question?"

Mu Fangge waved his hands guiltily, saying: Stop, let me first see what bad things this unlucky kid No. 3563 Time Worm has done.

So Mu Fan Ge went back to his old job and dug up the memories of Korish and Time Worm No. 3563 that had become confused due to pollution.

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Under the influence of gravity, the thin rope broke the slender white neck into two parts. Pink blood full of bubbly blood foam gushed out from the port of the artery. The head and body separated and fell to the ground separately.

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The toxic gas produced by the burning of chemical raw materials irritates the respiratory tract. It is thirsty! Itchy! Numb! The hoarse and painful throat can no longer make any sound. The lungs are filled with toxic smoke, the chest is swollen and painful, and breathing becomes difficult. The eyes are smoked red, swollen and dry, and even burned to the point that tears cannot flow. The strange-colored smoke and dust cling to the nostrils and lips. The high temperature melts the soft packaging materials on the wall into a gelatinous black film, and the rubber layer on the soles of the shoes also melts.

The connection of a steel beam was finally burned off, and it fell from a high altitude and hit the target just right.

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The blurred vision could no longer clearly see the pair of leather shoes in front of him... the dagger piercing his chest, and his body gradually becoming cold due to excessive blood loss.

The hard ground was gradually stained red with blood.

Korrić actually took this kind of assassination for granted.

Seannetel's idea was to push a researcher and secretary onto the political stage in a fair and open manner. Those forces hiding in the dark, good at infiltration, and fond of playing dirty tricks did not dare to make a move against Seannetel. Instead of letting them secretly plot, brew hatred, and accumulate strength, it is better to push out a deputy who is powerful enough and relatively fragile to attract attention. If they all come to assassinate Korrisi, the real backbone research force of New Bairam hidden among the masses can be protected.

This was part of the deal that both parties agreed to, and it was part of Korisi's job.

When I opened my eyes again, the surroundings were empty petri dishes with the nutrient solution drained away.

Korishi stepped out of the petri dish, took the towel handed to him by his assistant, wiped the mucus off his body, and changed into a new formal uniform.

Mr. Korris, who was assassinated yesterday, has appeared again in government news facing the outside world. After all, he is the chief prime minister and governor of both the New Balam Research Institute and the Development and Reform Commission, and it will not be easy for him to be assassinated successfully.

The master behind the new Balam, Sennetel, has simple requirements. As long as these people are aware of the current situation and do not cause unrest in formal public occasions, he will generally turn a blind eye to these political assassinations.

New Balam has long been implementing an iron-fisted and authoritarian rule, and does not need public opinion and news to consolidate its rule. New Balam has strict internal discipline and blocks external news. The news that is allowed to be released is for forces outside New Balam to see, and is considered New Balam's face and attitude. This compromise between the political core of New Balam and the areas and external forces that have not been cleared in the southern continent has long been an unnamed but customary rule in the entire southern continent, but today, apparently some young people don't think so.

At a press conference for the seventh port group of Loen, located at the junction of the Violent Sea and the Southern Continent, with the theme of trying to expand economic contacts with the outside world and industrial chain expansion, a volley of spiritual bullets pierced through the bulletproof glass and shot the head of the person sitting in the middle of the rostrum into a sieve in front of many Northern Continent reporters.

Red blood and white brain matter mixed together and sprayed radially over the entire background wall behind the rostrum.

There were no silencers, deafening gunshots, resonant screams of broken glass, chaotic crowds and screams...

The source of the bullet was a modified old steam sniper rifle. When the guards arrived, there was only a body left at the ambush location of the gunman, who had committed suicide by shooting himself. The body was a homeless person who was very common in port cities.

This was obviously not the work of a homeless person, but the real culprit behind the assassination had already escaped.

Sennetel did not indulge them. He did not care which force the real murderer belonged to or what the assassination was about... In the face of absolute strength, everything was insignificant.

Send troops, purge, reorganize, control... clear out Loen's army and merchants as well as their followers and families, reorganize the unemployed or employed dock workers, pack up the minors and send them to school, rectify the underground shady occupations, re-educate them and send them to factories. This set of operations did not take long... New Balam has always been good at using the state machinery to carry out dimensionality reduction attacks.

The cause is justified and reasonable, which is also one of Sennetl's calculations. New Balam is growing and gathering strength. Although it has the confidence to conquer the whole world, New Balam does not want to go to war with the whole world for the time being.

Loen lost a colonial port, but there was nothing they could say and they could only suffer in silence. As for which radical little force the Loen royal family and the military would blame for the incident, that was not Sennetel's business.

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"really interesting!"

A crow with a circle of white hair around its right eye squeezed into the room through the air vent that was only slightly opened, and jumped onto the railing of the bed.

The "patient" was half lying and half sitting, leaning weakly on the bed with half of the backrest raised, looking at the crow that could speak with curiosity.

"I thought you were a miracle worker. You didn't kill me twice..."

The crow flapped its wings: "I left only because I was sure that your spirit had begun to dissipate..."

"Who sent you to kill me?" The patient lying on the hospital bed was naturally Mr. Korisi who was assassinated not long ago.

He was pale, with scary white spots all over his delicate face, his hair was shaved short and loosely wrapped in blood-stained bandages - he was shot in public at a press conference, and there had to be an explanation to the public.

"I'm Amon, and my mission is to kill you, or better yet, replace you, and then infiltrate New Balam." Crow answered bluntly without any disguise.

“Originally, this was just a task assigned to me by the main body… But I’ve changed my mind now!” Crow jumped from the railing to the bedside table: “I’ve tried to kill you more than once in different ways, but you’re still alive. And you’re only a Sequence 5, even though you didn’t have any Beyonder characteristics every time before… This is truly amazing!”

Crow's voice trembled with excitement: "I want to find out why you can be resurrected, and then really kill you so that you can't be resurrected, and then steal your identity... Believe me, it will definitely be fun!"

Under Korishi's calm gaze, the crow turned into a human with a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, black eyes, black curly hair, an ordinary standard monocle between the eye socket of his right eye, wearing a dark green silk robe and a black pointed soft hat.

Amon took out a syringe from somewhere, raised his hand to touch Korishi's fair neck, tilted his soft jaw to reveal his fragile carotid artery, and injected a high-concentration drug that exceeded the standard into the carotid artery, which was quickly pumped to the whole body with the blood flow.

Amon watched the frail beauty convulsing and twitching on the hospital bed, her spine bending painfully, her skin flushed, veins bulging, blood vessels protruding, and her bony fingers scratching the sheets.

Amon admired his masterpiece with a smile. He watched indifferently as Koreshi tried to take deep breaths but was unable to take in any oxygen. He watched that meticulously carved face change from a calm self-abandoned look to a helpless expression. He watched his beautiful eyes, as deep as a lake, change from calm to turbulent, and finally the pupils dilated into eternal silence.

The "patient" lying on the bed turned into a hideous corpse. Amon used divination to confirm that Koreshi was really dead. He stayed beside him until his spirit completely dissipated. Then he turned into a crow again, pecked out Koreshi's lake blue, glass-clear right eyeball, and flew away.

Without Amon's interference, the monitoring equipment beside the bed no longer failed, and the police were urgently called, but it was obvious that the body was beyond saving...