"Erase the traces, okay?" He raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Yuan Li.

Yuan Li's beautiful eyes were complicated and he nodded.

Chen Zongheng suddenly raised his fork and twirled it gently.

The fork was firmly inserted on the dining table in front of Yuan Li.

"This is to erase traces." He said slowly with calm eyes.

Yuan Li curiously picked up the knife and fork and took a look, and sure enough... After careful observation, she was surprised to find that there was no trace of... any fingerprints on Mr. Chen's knife and fork?!

And, when I looked at my knife and fork, I saw that it was already covered with fingerprint marks.

this?

How is it done?

"There are dozens of ways to erase fingerprint traces."

"The simplest is... to use the combination of nitrite and artemisinin."

"Apply it to your fingers and it will leave no trace on your fingers within ten hours."

"Even the most sophisticated DNA testing tools cannot detect your fingerprints..."

Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and he said slowly.

That night, he was like a patient teacher, constantly teaching Yuan Li various advanced killing techniques.

Chen Zongheng is not a good and patient teacher.

Because he never had any disciples.

And Yuan Li is indeed a good student with extraordinary talents.

So as long as Chen Zongheng talks about it once, she can remember it all.

And, those skills are deeply engraved in my mind.

Perhaps, even Chen Zongheng himself doesn't know.

Today, he cultivated this inadvertently.

In the future, what kind of terrifying figure will be cultivated?

A seed can grow into a towering sapling.

A piece of enriched uranium can fission into a nuclear weapon and explode.

No one knows what will happen in the future.

This night, Yuan Li learned a lot.

Chen Zongheng has never been as talkative as he is today.

He is a cold iceberg and cherishes words like gold.

Tonight, he said so many words at once.

It's surprising.

After finishing the meal.

Chen Zongheng took Yuan Li's jade arm and began to clean her wounds.

Use high-concentration medical alcohol and pour it directly on her wound.

Yuan Li's pretty face turned pale in pain, and she gritted her teeth to endure it.

"Endure it and feel the pain."

Chen Zongheng said calmly while cleaning her wounds.

The reason why he cleaned Yuan Li's wounds was after he finished eating.

I just want her to feel... the pain.

That, in the days to come, will become a common occurrence.

"In the days to come, your biggest enemy is not your opponent. It is your body."

Chen Zongheng said calmly while cleaning her wounds.

"Every time you are injured, every time you are besieged by the enemy...every time you undertake a mission...the decision whether you fail or not, all lies...here."

Chen Zongheng said, pointing to her head.

"Thinking, will, sensitivity."

These three words are the key to why he...has never failed in his mission over the years!

think.

will.

sensitive.

, there is no absolutely difficult task in the world.

There are only killers who are not good enough.

The best killers can infiltrate anywhere in the world.

Mountains of swords and seas of fire, walls of iron and steel, everything is impossible.

He carefully blasted the wound for Yuan Li.

"From now on, you have to learn to handle your own wounds when doing tasks alone."

"Think independently and decide every detail carefully."

Chen Zongheng said slowly.

Yuan Li stood there and nodded obediently.

While bandaging her wound, Chen Zongheng had also measured the size of her arms and palms.

"You need a weapon."

Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and he said slowly, "I will reserve a handy weapon for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." Yuan Li nodded vigorously.

Chen Zongheng took a deep drag on the cigarette and raised his wrist to look at the time.

By this time, it was getting late.

"gone."

Chen Zongheng said lightly, then put on his leather shoes, turned around, and went out.

"By the way, the school affairs have been taken care of for you."

"Tomorrow, you just continue to go to school."

"Those witnesses..." Chen Zongheng's voice paused.

Yuan Li's pretty face suddenly became nervous, and she asked with a slight trembling, "They... are dead...?"

A sarcastic arc flashed across the corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth, "Am I so cold-blooded?"

"Uh..." Yuan Li wanted to nod, but when he thought wrong... he quickly shook his head.

"The forty students and teachers in the piano classroom have all signed confidentiality agreements with the Ministry of National Security. They will not reveal anything about you."

"And, no one in the whole school knew about your murder yesterday. This matter has turned a new leaf."

Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and he said slowly.

"Remember, if you kill anyone in the future, remember to hide your identity."

"A killer cannot be exposed to the sun."

Hearing this, Yuan Li nodded vigorously, "I... understand."

Chen Zongheng held a cigarette in his mouth, turned around, and took the elevator to leave.

Yuan Li was left alone, standing blankly at the door, watching his leaving figure...

A long, long time.

Tonight, for her...

It is destined to be a sleepless night.

Yuan Li is dead.

A new world will be completely... displayed in front of her.

A world belonging to killers.

…

The next day.
To be continued...