The atmosphere in the large "office" reserved specifically for Young Master Qin was somewhat depressing.
When he first received the call, he thought it was He and Shu trying to kill him, but when he got there he felt that the atmosphere was not right.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Shu Yajing pushed over a stack of photos taken at the scene and said: "The mission against the students failed. Mr. Lei escaped and more than twenty special police officers were lost."
Several of the seriously injured special police officers died on the way to the hospital, several more died after arriving at the hospital, and a few are still not out of danger, which can be said to be a heavy loss.
"How could this happen?" When Qin Feng looked through the photos, his voice couldn't help but raise an octave: "There are so many people, and they let Master Lei run away. Xiaojing, what on earth did you command? If you can't do it, don't show off. That's it.
He can mess up even the smallest things."
Shu Yajing was so aggrieved that she almost shed tears. Since the failure of the operation, she fell into deep self-blame.
"How to talk?" He Muqing stood on her side, glared at Qin Feng and said, "Can you look at the photos carefully before drawing a conclusion? The casualties of the special police were almost all caused by Mr. Lei alone. He was like a gunman.
He became like a superman after taking chicken blood. Two snipers shot at him nine times without hitting any of them."
Qin Feng looked up at Shu Jinghua, whose eyes were filled with tears, and continued to study the photos.
He suddenly had a feeling that the content in the photo felt very familiar to him. Whether it was the part where the corpse was attacked, the angle from which it was attacked, the way it fell to the ground, etc., he felt it was unfamiliar.
His brows gradually furrowed. Referring to those photos, he made a bold assumption: If it was not Mr. Lei who was attacked, but him, what kind of counterattack would he take?
As a result, he was surprised to find that there was at least a 60% chance that he would have the same reaction as Mr. Lei.
This is strange, Lei Ye has not received training on Death Island.
Then the God of Death was blown to pieces. Now, apart from him and Isabella, there is no third person with the identity of Death Island.
And in terms of technique, Lei Ye's skill is not even inferior to Qin Feng. Otherwise, he would not have been able to break through dozens of people who were chasing and blocking him so easily.
Seeing that he was missing something, He Muqing immediately asked, "Did you see any clues?"
Shu Jinghua also looked at him immediately, hoping to find out what was written in it. She urgently needed to give an explanation to the sacrificed special police officers.
Qin Feng smiled bitterly and said: "If you hadn't insisted that this was done by Mr. Lei, I would have thought that this was the work of the Dead Island killer. Don't be surprised. I didn't mean to joke. I have to take these photos back and study them.
, and I’ll give you a definite answer.”
The purpose of taking it back was to seek the opinion of the immortal instructor.
Sure enough, when Isabella saw the photo, she felt the same as him and felt it was very familiar.
"This is absolutely impossible." She frowned and said, "The tutorial for cultivating killers on Death Island was developed by myself and has never been shared with others. I really can't think of any other organization that can teach such a person.
"
Isabella has followed Mr. Lei more than once and is very sure that he is an ordinary person without any martial arts.
Could it be that he really took on chicken blood and became a superman? Isn't this incredible?
He thought of a detail and said: "According to policewoman Shu, when Mr. Lei was fighting against the special police, his eyes flashed green..."
"Green light? It's broken!" Isabella interrupted him and said worriedly: "If I guessed correctly, the god of death has been resurrected. To be precise, it should be the resurrection of the dead, which is a special feature of the lich.
ability."
Young Master Qin's eyes widened: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The beautiful instructor shrugged her shoulders: "I thought it was a legend and not true, so I didn't take it seriously. According to records, the brain of a lich whose body has been destroyed can survive for a period of time, and it has the ability to steal other people's bodies and make them its own.
"
"That means that Mr. Lei has been tricked. He is no longer the same person as before, but the God of Killing?" Qin Feng followed her train of thought and analyzed that the God of Killing was invited by Mr. Lei, and he is very likely to go there.
Go to the scene of the fight.
The beautiful instructor nodded and said, "This is the most reasonable explanation, little villain. It seems we have to kill him one more time."
Qin Feng felt a little crazy. A problem that could be solved in one go had become so troublesome. Fortunately, Isabella had nothing to do and could search around for the whereabouts of the God of Death.
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In the Huang family, Mrs. Huang felt more and more that something was wrong with her daughter. In the past, every time she came home, Nurere would always chatter about things at school. These days, she would go into her room as soon as she came back, and she had to be called several times to even eat.
Come down.
She poked Fatty Huang in the belly and said, "Do you think our daughter is weird?"
Fatty Huang was wearing an apron, holding a spatula in his hand and was banging against a pot of meat. He hummed, "There's nothing wrong. Maybe you were too aggressive a few days ago and scared the children."
Mrs. Huang gave him a kick and said angrily: "What do you mean I made such a fuss? It's obviously your fault. And in the beginning, you were the one who asked for a private detective. In the end, no problem was found with my daughter, but you were found."
This bastard is raising women outside."
As soon as she talked about this matter, she couldn't help but get angry.
Fatty Huang regretted this in his heart. He didn’t expect that he would be found out after searching. As a result, he has no human rights at home at all. All his assets are in his wife’s name, and he has to do it every day.
Do housework in exchange for forgiveness.
After being kicked, I couldn't be angry but had to smile for fear of being kicked out by my wife.
While the two were muttering, their daughter, who had changed into a princess dress, came down from upstairs and ran outside and said, "I'm going out to play. I won't be at home for dinner tonight. Goodbye, Mom and Dad."
She didn't mean to ask her parents for advice and ran out with brisk steps.
"Good girl, let's have chicken stew tonight." Fatty Huang said in a weak tone.
"You guys eat, I'll go out to eat."
The daughter disappeared in a flash, leaving the husband and wife looking at each other.
"I think it is necessary to find another private detective." Mrs. Huang said to herself.
Fatty Huang quickly said: "Don't look any further. Our family will be torn apart by private detectives soon. Let's live a good life."
"Fat man, are you doing anything shameful outside, are you afraid that I'll know about it?"
"Unjust, absolutely unjust."
The two argued for a while before they remembered that they needed to follow their daughter to see who she was going to meet. But when they woke up from Men'er, Huang Xiaozhi had long since disappeared.
She was acting coquettishly in Young Master Qin's arms.