Dressed as a mystery novel victim

"Just now you asked me why I had to kill you."

The scars on his shoulders were exposed, which was shocking, and what happened in the past two months was close to death. Ling Yu narrated, but his expression was calm, as if he had already accepted his fate.

The black market doctor would take out the bullet for him, and the gun was not aimed so that he survived by chance.However, before the wound healed, the second assassination came again.

A woman disguised as a nurse claimed to give him an injection to relieve pain, and approached him step by step with a syringe.

He disappeared for a year, but his ability to identify and detect people is still there. He remembered that he had never seen this woman before, and when he sensed something was wrong, he took the lead in pulling out the syringe to subdue her.Walking out of the hospital bed, I found that there were bloodstains outside the door, and the people in the clinic had already turned into corpses, piled up in twisted postures.

That's because he killed innocent people.

Those who are his enemies hide in the dark and are extremely cold-blooded.

After extorting a confession, he pried out the secret from the woman, who was the intermediary and where the so-called "labor square" was.

Yang Qingshui thought of something, moved his lips, but still didn't say anything.

Ling Yu was keen, he noticed and guessed what Yang Qingshui wanted to say.

"You want to know what I did to that woman and what happened to her in the end?" Ling Yu picked up the gun at hand, his expression darkened, "This gun belongs to that woman, I took it, and returned the bullets to her. "

In his tone, Yang Qingshui couldn't hear a hint of revenge pleasure.

Ling Yu looked at him, waiting for some righteous criticism from him.

Yang Qingshui was scared.How can he criticize Ling Yu? It is he who writes people as a lonely hero. The light messenger fell into the abyss, and the crime fell on such a person, so heavy.

Ling Yu went on to say: "In the past two months, I have been hunted down. Sometimes I pretended to be an accident and crashed a car. Sometimes I sneaked into the place where I lived and assassinated me. In order to avoid them, I almost lived in the underground waterway and abandoned factories in Takahashi. gone."

In the precarious days, Ling Yu finally found the unremarkable bar and grabbed the agent who sent the order.

The half-old man in a three-piece suit called himself a broker. He didn't send out many orders every day, and the number of people who were able to survive and still come to the door was even less.Seeing Ling Yu, the man stopped holding the coffee, put down the coffee, and smiled at him.

If it is not expected that today will happen early, it is because of the extremely high psychological quality.

The man said that he knew very well that he would not be able to withstand two punches, so rather than being beaten to half-mutilation by Ling Yu before speaking, he should confess freely.

Ling Yu walked out of the dining bar, holding a note with the messenger's name in his hand, and lowered his eyes slightly under the scorching sun.

The investigation went surprisingly smoothly.

Is something wrong?

Sure enough, when Ling Yu came to the place converted into a bowling alley, something unexpected happened to him.He went to the front desk to inquire about this person, and the welcoming lady nodded after hearing the name, and told him: "He came here a few days ago and said that if anyone is looking for it, he will give this thing to him. It was you, right?"

It was a plastic card holder, black and printed with advertising words of sports brands, like a casually picked up gift.

There was a business card inside, the company, name, position, and phone number were all there. Later, when Ling Yu called, it showed that it was down.

There is a line written on the back of the business card.

[No one can escape fate, you and Yang Qingshui can only live as one, this is fate. ]

"Fate, do you believe it?" Ling Yu looked at Yang Qingshui with a blank expression on his face, but there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Yang Qingshui didn't have time to speak, the bell rang loudly, and the phone rang.

It was a temporary card bought by Ling Yu, and usually he would not receive calls, and the caller ID was an unknown Mohui number.

After connecting, Yang Qingshui's familiar female voice was on the other side of the receiver: "Hello, is this Jiangling?"

The pseudonym reported can be clearly traced back to where the registration information was found.Upon hearing the name "Jiangling", Ling Yu understood that it was the pseudonym he had left for the hotel room registration.

He came to the door earlier than he thought.

Miao Yi called the registration phone all night, and the questions answered were routine. Some people yelled, some impatiently complained, all kinds of reactions were not surprising, but this one didn't speak, and didn't hang up.

There is only the noise of air and electricity on the other end of the phone.

Also waiting all night was Lin Zhilu. He stood aside, frowning slightly, and took the receiver from Miao Yi.

"It's you, right, Yang Qingshui who you kidnapped."

The other end of the phone chuckled.

Lin Zhilu clenched the receiver tightly and asked directly, "What do you want?"

"Are you in a hurry, so direct?" Ling Yu was not worried about the other party's installation of location tracking, and said casually, "You found me in less than twelve hours, you are very smart. You haven't filed a case yet, do you want me to post my finger to the police?" Bureau, raise the level of the case?"

Yang Qingshui: "..." Is it really okay to say this kind of thing in front of me?

Lin Zhilu's voice was gloomy: "Try to move one of his hairs."

Ling Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "There's no need to stab so fast, he's still fine. I just want to play a game with you."

Ridiculous and cold-blooded pervert.

When encountering such a person, even if they accompany the game, they may not be able to save the hostages.

Lin Zhilu: "You want to play games, let Yang Qingshui go, and I will replace you."

"Listen clearly. I will decide the rules of the game." Ling Yu said, "You don't have to play, I will blow Yang Qingshui's head right now, that's all."

The veins on the back of the hand holding the microphone bulged, and Lin Zhilu suppressed his anger: "What are you playing, talk about it."

"Do you know what hostage-takers usually ask for, to eat a certain food, to meet a certain person. Within 24 hours, find Qin Yuhui and bring him. I really want to see him." Ling Yu said with his hands Trembling slightly, I didn't even notice the cold sweat in my hair, "I can't find this person at this time tomorrow, so I can only send Yang Qingshui's body back to you."

Which Qin Yuhui?

Any clues other than a name, what does it matter to you?Before Lin Zhilu could continue to ask questions, the phone hung up, and a busy tone came from the receiver.

The screen of the phone in the evidence bag lit up at this time.

SMS from unknown number.

It's a photo of a business card - Qin Yuhui, senior broker of Weiss Insurance Company, followed by a series of contact numbers.

Damn the game, Lin Zhilu clenched his phone tightly and pursed his lips.

Qin Yuhui...Yang Qingshui seems to have heard of this name somewhere.Looking into Ling Yu's eyes, I heard him say: "That policeman, he seems to care about you."

"Are you really going to kill me?" Yang Qingshui asked suddenly.

"Why not, as the note said, you and I can only live as one. If you die, no one will chase me down and my people will get back on track." Ling Yu said lightly, "This In [-], I realized one thing. What I saw was not the truth, and many things were not as I saw them, and they could not even be explained by science. In this case, there is no justice, no right or wrong.”

"Then why are you looking for Qin Yuhui?" Yang Qingshui looked at him, "Today, if I add two sticks to the bottom of the stairs, I will die, and there will be no need for later efforts."

Ling Yu lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Whatever your plan is, tell me." Yang Qingshui said, "At least you can trust me."

Ling Yu laughed, "What trust do we talk about?"

To him, Yang Qingshui is a liar; to Yang Qingshui, he is a villain.

Yang Qingshui gritted his teeth and said, "What I'm going to tell you next, please don't take it as crazy. If you believe it, I think you will understand why I appeared in this world and why I fabricated my identity—— "

Ling Yu's eyes were fixed.

At this moment, a pungent smell filled the small and crowded room, and the liquid outside the iron door was dripping, and after a while, a liquid slightly thicker than water overflowed from the door.Ling Yu immediately stepped forward and shook the iron door vigorously with both hands. At some point, the iron door was locked from the outside.

The liquid silently expanded its territory, and soon flooded the soles of Ling Yu's shoes.

He took a step back, leaned over and brushed his fingers over the ground, dipped a little liquid and sniffed lightly under his nose. For a moment, his face became particularly bleak.