The black Chevrolet threw a huge arc on the curve of the highway, the tires grabbed the ground and left a harsh friction sound, and the body galloped like a fast knife.

"Old Tang, your driving skills are really good!" Lu Mingfei, who was on the co-pilot, felt dizzy when he was shaken.

"Practiced!" Hearing his brother's praise, Old Tang raised a boastful curve on the corner of his mouth and gently patted the steering wheel. "Sometimes, if you can't get a job from a hunter, you will go to rally or something. If you are lucky, you can still get a ranking and get some bonus."

"By the way, Lao Tang, what you said before, New York City is very weird recently, what is it referring to?" Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered this sentence.

"This matter... was originally circulating in our circle, which was the hunter website I mentioned to you." Lao Tang's voice suddenly became low.

"It's really evil to say that. At the beginning, an anonymous employer posted a task on the website, saying that a dangerous guy in New York City was called 'Skin-peeler'." Lao Tang said.

"'skin-peeler'? What's the thing? Skin policeman? Stripper?" Lu Mingfei's English is not bad, but he didn't expect that these two words could be combined together for a day.

“It’s the ‘skin stripper’, or the ‘skin stripper’!”

Old Tang said with a gloomy face, "The reward was first offered a hundred thousand US dollars, and the reward of 'Skin-peeler' was just buying his true identity. No one had heard of such a person, but after this post was published, a guy who claimed to be 'Skin-peeler' appeared."

"A hundred thousand US dollars is just a purchase of an identity, and the amount is not small. There should be many people willing to investigate. Lao Tang, have you never thought of getting this bounty?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"You have to earn a life and spend it!" Old Tang shook his head, "This amount and this task, there are naturally many bounty hunters willing to take over. After all, it is just investigating their identities. It sounds much easier than those tasks that tie their heads to their belts... But then, something strange happened."

"Hmm?" Lu Mingfei frowned

"The hunters who received this mission... are all dead!" Old Tang held the steering wheel tightly and said in a surprising way.

"Dead?"

"Yes, everyone who came into contact with this task was dead, one after another, and it died very miserably. When each corpse was found, all the skins were scraped and covered in blood!" Old Tang said in a heavy tone.

"It's impossible to peel it alive. People cannot bear this kind of torture when they are alive. They should be the first to commit crimes, killing them first and then peeling them." Lu Mingfei analyzed, "What about the cause of death of the victims? Are they all the same?"

"That's the blame!" Old Tang slapped the steering wheel suddenly, "Except for the skin being peeled clean, the victim could not find any fatal wounds. Do you think this is evil?"

Lu Mingfei frowned, and he vaguely felt that this matter... might be related to the mixed race!

"If it is just a task to investigate identity, a hundred thousand US dollars is indeed a big profit, but if you want to save your life, how could so many people go to die one after another?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Because the employer will increase the price, he set up a prize pool in his mission. Every time a detective fails, the reward in the prize pool will be stacked with a hundred thousand US dollars!" Lao Tang increased the sound of the car audio by a few decibels. "This task looks like a deadly curse, but because of the superimposed prize and the dignity of being a hunter, many people still rush in with luck, but in the end they all lost their lives!"

"How much has the current bonus pool accumulated?" Lu Mingfei asked while rubbing his chin.

"One million." Old Tang's voice increased a little, "A whole million US dollars!"

"So, nine hunters have died? The murderer is a serial murderer." Lu Mingfei's eyes were dim.

"Generally, serial murderers choose targets that are targeted, women, children or special groups. What are the commonalities of the targets of this serial murderer? People who want to investigate their identity? This makes sense... And the anonymous employer also sounds strange..."

The most important thing is that this matter should not involve Lao Tang, right?

Lu Mingfei tried to bring the murderer's perspective and ideas into his mind to use this to speculate on the motives and methods of murder, but the whole thing was too suspicious, and he just listened to Lao Tang's hearsay that the effective information that could be used was not enough.

In fact, he has also practiced "profile" privately over the years, but he still doesn't seem to be as good as a natural profiler.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head and looked at the huge steel forest far outside the window. The wind blew from the city's border and brushed his black hair behind his head. The sound of rushing echoed in his ears. The north wind seemed to be silently telling Lu Mingfei the secret that no one knew in this prosperous material city.

There was sorrow in my mind, as if even the air was mixed with a faint bloody tide.

"Don't think about it." Old Tang's funny voice interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts, "Are you just not taking the task with a slut, we are neither Sherlock Holmes nor the Night Knight. We are just two ordinary little civilians. Even the curse of the strange power and chaos god is not our turn!"

"Let's go, invite you to dinner!"

Looking at Lao Tang's gloomy face, which was immediately cloudy and clear after less than three minutes, Lu Mingfei also smiled.

“That’s right.”

...

The sky in New York is not as clear as Chicago's blue, but the clouds are much lower. The white clouds cover the top of the head like a few large curtains covering the sky. New York City is a dense forest cast by steel.

Various luxury cars were speeding past the road, and the city's big screen reported the New York Stock Exchange's financial index today. Even Han Qiu still had a female OL wearing a hip skirt and wearing a black stockings holding a notebook and passing through the zebra crossing. The city's noise and quietness were blurred.

The black Chevrolet passed through the wide street and stopped at a long street intersection.

"Chinatown?" Lu Mingfei looked up at the huge blue plaque on the red and yellow archway, rolled his eyes wide, "Are you going to take me here for dinner because you are afraid that my Chinese stomach will not be able to adapt to the local specialty food in New York?"

"The Mingren doesn't say secret words. The boss here is my acquaintance, so he can get discounts!" Old Tang hooked Lu Mingfei's neck and forced him to walk in. "But to be honest, the Chinese food in that restaurant tastes really good!"

I traveled all the way to New York and went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner? This made Lu Mingfei feel depressed when he spent money on a trip and ended up sleeping in a hotel all day!

Under the bright sunshine, the boys walked side by side in the crowded streets.

No one knows that the curse-like disaster is approaching quietly.

Please remember the first domain name of this book:._
Chapter completed!