Chapter 1851
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Of course, the God of death does not refer to the God in charge of life and death, but a killer.
More specifically, it's a killer mentor.
No one has seen him, no one knows his identity, and almost no one even knows what earth shaking things he has done.
But his disciples, however, are all famous, and are all notorious super killers.
I have never heard of Ye shisan's name before, but I have heard of the names of twelve others.
These people are not on the list of Yin Wu killers, because even they hate killers.
They never regard themselves as killers. According to the killing habits and clues, they seem to have their own careers in reality, such as lawyers, doctors, teachers, police, and scavengers.
No one knows who they are, and no one has ever seen them. Even their names and nicknames are given by their peers. They never kill for money, and no one can hire them.
Every homicide scene, will leave a number, from 1 to 12.
Show the outside world that I did it. When a hero does something, don't blame others.
And their common master is death!
At an extremely luxurious noble party in Europe, a group of top tycoons talked about the killer without knowing how.
Some of them talked about the legendary god of death with unbridled abandon by drinking, and most of them were taunts and insults.
Soon after the banquet, these people received a letter at the same time, saying that they insulted the master and would pay a price!
July 22 is Shifu's birthday. At 12 o'clock in the evening, it is the time of punishment.
These rich people have very special identities. Some of them are members of Parliament, some are arms dealers, and many of them are Mafia Lords. Although they are not frightened by this letter, they are also afraid and ready.
On July 22, some of them hid in the US military base by virtue of their relationship with the military, some employed a large number of bodyguards, protected their regiments with guns, and some hid in sealed basements.
But at 12 o'clock in the evening, all the people who received the letters died, without exception.
The causes of death vary from person to person. Some of them are shot through the heart, some of them have their throats cut by knives, some of them are poisoned, some of them are strangled alive.
On the wall behind each body, there is a number, from 1 to 12.
Nine of them are five more times.
This guy has always been used to leave a sentence at the scene. He used extremely exquisite surgical skills to cut the skin of the dead properly. On the belly of the six dead, he left a complete sentence in six languages in turn: "Why are you all in England, so I can't rest!"
These 17 rich people, apart from those who died in Britain, almost died at the same time - even the time difference was exactly the same.
It's not a single act. It's even more incredible. None of the murderers left any valuable clues.
This is a blatant provocation to the police of all countries!
Through Interpol, they formed a joint investigation team. After several years of investigation, they still found nothing and made no progress. The fame of the twelve disciples of the God of death also became famous!
Later, some murderers deliberately left numbers after killing, trying to pretend to be them.
But soon afterwards, the body of the murderer will be sent to the police station.
For the fame of death and the twelve shall not be slandered, nor shall any one take the place of another!
Ye shisan even admitted that he was the 13th apprentice of the God of death. Up to now, nothing has happened, which is a little strange. What's the purpose of his joining Longquan Mountain Villa?
"Be careful when you follow him, whether he is a disciple of death or not." Han Laoliu looked at me and said, "although he is the only one in the tour group to Korea, Longquan villa may send other reinforcements one after another."
"In addition, as an important goal of Longquan villa, he must have seen your photos! And you are a tourist group to Korea, suddenly added, even if you change face makeup, he will certainly be on guard, so that neither of you is in the dark. "
I don't understand this.
Doesn't it mean don't scare the snake?
Since the other side is likely to recognize me at a glance, what's the point of letting me follow him?
Han Laoliu seemed to see my doubts, but he didn't explain anything more. He drank up the wine and said: "you will know when you go. I've already arranged there. You don't need to hide your identity, but you must not show your ability. Just pretend to be an ordinary person. "
Isn't it contradictory not to hide one's identity and show one's ability?
No matter whether ye shisan is really a disciple of the God of death, how could he have no idea about my situation since he joined Longquan villa? Even if I don't show it, he should know what I'm good at.Isn't this a superfluous act?
"I'll get in touch with you when they come. Well, you can get off here. I'm going to work, too. " I was about to ask again when Han Laoliu got a black mark on his wrist. It seemed that he received a signal from the black paper crane. He said it and shoved two bundles of won to me and hurried me out of the car.
As soon as I got out of the car, Han Laoliu stepped on the accelerator and rushed into the gate of the manor.
I walked out of the intersection, hit a car and handed the Korean address left by Han Laoliu to the driver.
The guy mumbled something and started the car.
After more than half an hour, I stopped in front of a coffee shop.
The cafe is not big and there are not many customers. I don't know who Han Laoliu asked me to look for. Just to choose a seat, I saw a girl with long hair give me a squint, shake her watch and complain: "Why are you always late! Don't talk about traffic jams. "
This must be the person who took me.
I pretended to be in a bad way and walked up to him and said, "it's really a traffic jam. I can't help it."
The girl snorted and stopped talking to me. I pretended to coax her to sit down.
"Take my bag." The girl said a word in a low voice, then pushed me away, picked up half a cup of coffee on the table and poured it on me. She cried out unreasonable, "are you kidding me? Never come to me again! " Said straight to the door.
I was stunned, but I couldn't help wiping the stains all over my body. I grabbed the women's bag on the table and chased out.
Out of the door, I saw the girl get on the car, and I quickly opened the door and sat on it.
At the same time, she started the car.
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Of course, the God of death does not refer to the God in charge of life and death, but a killer.
More specifically, it's a killer mentor.
No one has seen him, no one knows his identity, and almost no one even knows what earth shaking things he has done.
But his disciples, however, are all famous, and are all notorious super killers.
I have never heard of Ye shisan's name before, but I have heard of the names of twelve others.
These people are not on the list of Yin Wu killers, because even they hate killers.
They never regard themselves as killers. According to the killing habits and clues, they seem to have their own careers in reality, such as lawyers, doctors, teachers, police, and scavengers.
No one knows who they are, and no one has ever seen them. Even their names and nicknames are given by their peers. They never kill for money, and no one can hire them.
Every homicide scene, will leave a number, from 1 to 12.
Show the outside world that I did it. When a hero does something, don't blame others.
And their common master is death!
At an extremely luxurious noble party in Europe, a group of top tycoons talked about the killer without knowing how.
Some of them talked about the legendary god of death with unbridled abandon by drinking, and most of them were taunts and insults.
Soon after the banquet, these people received a letter at the same time, saying that they insulted the master and would pay a price!
July 22 is Shifu's birthday. At 12 o'clock in the evening, it is the time of punishment.
These rich people have very special identities. Some of them are members of Parliament, some are arms dealers, and many of them are Mafia Lords. Although they are not frightened by this letter, they are also afraid and ready.
On July 22, some of them hid in the US military base by virtue of their relationship with the military, some employed a large number of bodyguards, protected their regiments with guns, and some hid in sealed basements.
But at 12 o'clock in the evening, all the people who received the letters died, without exception.
The causes of death vary from person to person. Some of them are shot through the heart, some of them have their throats cut by knives, some of them are poisoned, some of them are strangled alive.
On the wall behind each body, there is a number, from 1 to 12.
Nine of them are five more times.
This guy has always been used to leave a sentence at the scene. He used extremely exquisite surgical skills to cut the skin of the dead properly. On the belly of the six dead, he left a complete sentence in six languages in turn: "Why are you all in England, so I can't rest!"
These 17 rich people, apart from those who died in Britain, almost died at the same time - even the time difference was exactly the same.
It's not a single act. It's even more incredible. None of the murderers left any valuable clues.
This is a blatant provocation to the police of all countries!
Through Interpol, they formed a joint investigation team. After several years of investigation, they still found nothing and made no progress. The fame of the twelve disciples of the God of death also became famous!
Later, some murderers deliberately left numbers after killing, trying to pretend to be them.
But soon afterwards, the body of the murderer will be sent to the police station.
For the fame of death and the twelve shall not be slandered, nor shall any one take the place of another!
Ye shisan even admitted that he was the 13th apprentice of the God of death. Up to now, nothing has happened, which is a little strange. What's the purpose of his joining Longquan Mountain Villa?
"Be careful when you follow him, whether he is a disciple of death or not." Han Laoliu looked at me and said, "although he is the only one in the tour group to Korea, Longquan villa may send other reinforcements one after another."
"In addition, as an important goal of Longquan villa, he must have seen your photos! And you are a tourist group to Korea, suddenly added, even if you change face makeup, he will certainly be on guard, so that neither of you is in the dark. "
I don't understand this.
Doesn't it mean don't scare the snake?
Since the other side is likely to recognize me at a glance, what's the point of letting me follow him?
Han Laoliu seemed to see my doubts, but he didn't explain anything more. He drank up the wine and said: "you will know when you go. I've already arranged there. You don't need to hide your identity, but you must not show your ability. Just pretend to be an ordinary person. "
Isn't it contradictory not to hide one's identity and show one's ability?
No matter whether ye shisan is really a disciple of the God of death, how could he have no idea about my situation since he joined Longquan villa? Even if I don't show it, he should know what I'm good at.Isn't this a superfluous act?
"I'll get in touch with you when they come. Well, you can get off here. I'm going to work, too. " I was about to ask again when Han Laoliu got a black mark on his wrist. It seemed that he received a signal from the black paper crane. He said it and shoved two bundles of won to me and hurried me out of the car.
As soon as I got out of the car, Han Laoliu stepped on the accelerator and rushed into the gate of the manor.
I walked out of the intersection, hit a car and handed the Korean address left by Han Laoliu to the driver.
The guy mumbled something and started the car.
After more than half an hour, I stopped in front of a coffee shop.
The cafe is not big and there are not many customers. I don't know who Han Laoliu asked me to look for. Just to choose a seat, I saw a girl with long hair give me a squint, shake her watch and complain: "Why are you always late! Don't talk about traffic jams. "
This must be the person who took me.
I pretended to be in a bad way and walked up to him and said, "it's really a traffic jam. I can't help it."
The girl snorted and stopped talking to me. I pretended to coax her to sit down.
"Take my bag." The girl said a word in a low voice, then pushed me away, picked up half a cup of coffee on the table and poured it on me. She cried out unreasonable, "are you kidding me? Never come to me again! " Said straight to the door.
I was stunned, but I couldn't help wiping the stains all over my body. I grabbed the women's bag on the table and chased out.
Out of the door, I saw the girl get on the car, and I quickly opened the door and sat on it.
At the same time, she started the car.
Of course, the God of death does not refer to the God in charge of life and death, but a killer. More specifically, it's a killer mentor. No one has seen him, no one knows his identity, and almost no one even knows what earth shaking things he has done. But his disciples, however, are all famous, and are all notorious super killers. I have never heard of Ye shisan's name before, but I have heard of the names of twelve others. These people are not on the list of Yin Wu killers, because even they hate killers. They never regard themselves as killers. According to the killing habits and clues, they seem to have their own careers in reality, such as lawyers, doctors, teachers, police, and scavengers. No one knows who they are, and no one has ever seen them. Even their names and nicknames are given by their peers. They never kill for money, and no one can hire them. Every homicide scene, will leave a number, from 1 to 12. Show the outside world that I did it. When a hero does something, don't blame others. And their common master is death! At an extremely luxurious noble party in Europe, a group of top tycoons talked about the killer without knowing how. Some of them talked about the legendary god of death with unbridled abandon by drinking, and most of them were taunts and insults. Soon after the banquet, these people received a letter at the same time, saying that they insulted the master and would pay a price! July 22 is Shifu's birthday. At 12 o'clock in the evening, it is the time of punishment. These rich people have very special identities. Some of them are members of Parliament, some are arms dealers, and many of them are Mafia Lords. Although they are not frightened by this letter, they are also afraid and ready. On July 22, some of them hid in the US military base by virtue of their relationship with the military, some employed a large number of bodyguards, protected their regiments with guns, and some hid in sealed basements. But at 12 o'clock in the evening, all the people who received the letters died, without exception. The causes of death vary from person to person. Some of them are shot through the heart, some of them have their throats cut by knives, some of them are poisoned, some of them are strangled alive. On the wall behind each body, there is a number, from 1 to 12. Nine of them are five more times. This guy has always been used to leave a sentence at the scene. He used extremely exquisite surgical skills to cut the skin of the dead properly. On the belly of the six dead, he left a complete sentence in six languages in turn: "Why are you all in England, so I can't rest!" These 17 rich people, apart from those who died in Britain, almost died at the same time - even the time difference was exactly the same. It's not a single act. It's even more incredible. None of the murderers left any valuable clues. This is a blatant provocation to the police of all countries! Through Interpol, they formed a joint investigation team. After several years of investigation, they still found nothing and made no progress. The fame of the twelve disciples of the God of death also became famous! Later, some murderers deliberately left numbers after killing, trying to pretend to be them. But soon afterwards, the body of the murderer will be sent to the police station. For the fame of death and the twelve shall not be slandered, nor shall any one take the place of another! Ye shisan even admitted that he was the 13th apprentice of the God of death. Up to now, nothing has happened, which is a little strange. What's the purpose of his joining Longquan Mountain Villa? "Be careful when you follow him, whether he is a disciple of death or not." Han Laoliu looked at me and said, "although he is the only one in the tour group to Korea, Longquan villa may send other reinforcements one after another." "In addition, as an important goal of Longquan villa, he must have seen your photos! And you are a tourist group to Korea, suddenly added, even if you change face makeup, he will certainly be on guard, so that neither of you is in the dark. " I don't understand this. Doesn't it mean don't scare the snake? Since the other side is likely to recognize me at a glance, what's the point of letting me follow him? Han Laoliu seemed to see my doubts, but he didn't explain anything more. He drank up the wine and said: "you will know when you go. I've already arranged there. You don't need to hide your identity, but you must not show your ability. Just pretend to be an ordinary person. " Isn't it contradictory not to hide one's identity and show one's ability? No matter whether ye shisan is really a disciple of the God of death, how could he have no idea about my situation since he joined Longquan villa? Even if I don't show it, he should know what I'm good at.Isn't this a superfluous act? "I'll get in touch with you when they come. Well, you can get off here. I'm going to work, too. " I was about to ask again when Han Laoliu got a black mark on his wrist. It seemed that he received a signal from the black paper crane. He said it and shoved two bundles of won to me and hurried me out of the car. As soon as I got out of the car, Han Laoliu stepped on the accelerator and rushed into the gate of the manor. I walked out of the intersection, hit a car and handed the Korean address left by Han Laoliu to the driver. The guy mumbled something and started the car. After more than half an hour, I stopped in front of a coffee shop. The cafe is not big and there are not many customers. I don't know who Han Laoliu asked me to look for. Just to choose a seat, I saw a girl with long hair give me a squint, shake her watch and complain: "Why are you always late! Don't talk about traffic jams. " This must be the person who took me. I pretended to be in a bad way and walked up to him and said, "it's really a traffic jam. I can't help it." The girl snorted and stopped talking to me. I pretended to coax her to sit down. "Take my bag." The girl said a word in a low voice, then pushed me away, picked up half a cup of coffee on the table and poured it on me. She cried out unreasonable, "are you kidding me? Never come to me again! " Said straight to the door. I was stunned, but I couldn't help wiping the stains all over my body. I grabbed the women's bag on the table and chased out. Out of the door, I saw the girl get on the car, and I quickly opened the door and sat on it. At the same time, she started the car.
