Without the threat of Tyrannosaurus, Young Master Qin can resume his previous work and rest system.
No, as soon as I arrived at Qin's Building, I went straight to the top-level CEO's office. Standing behind the beautiful CEO, two thieves reached into her bra without asking.
"I hate it. You made me do that last night, and now you are causing trouble again!" Mei Hui screamed, grabbing his evil hand and yelling: "This is the office, you are not allowed to do bad things."
Qin Feng chuckled: "It seems that the first time we did something bad was in the office, right? And it was in my office. How about we go over and relive the feeling at that time."
"Disgusting!" The beautiful CEO rolled her eyes at him, and under the constant invasion of his two magical palms, she couldn't help but gasp: "I'm still busy, don't... oh..., at worst, you can do whatever you want tonight.
How about it, why don’t I just listen to you?"
Mei Hui is a girl with traditional ideas. Every time Young Master Qin asks to use a new posture, she always refuses, disappointing Qin.
Hearing such words, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "This is what you said, you are not allowed to go back on it."
Just then, his cell phone rang. It was He Muqing and Beauty, telling him a specific location and asking him to hurry over.
He said goodbye to the beautiful CEO and flirted with the assistant on his way out before he left the building with a wicked smile.
The destination was a high-end hotel in the city. He was making assumptions along the way. Could it be that some beautiful woman would take the initiative to book a room and pay for it?
Hmm, it's very possible!
No matter how bad Young Master Qin is, he is still a beacon demon that makes the entire assassin world fearful. He has completed three SSS-level missions by himself. You must know that many of his colleagues with prestigious reputations have never received a single SSS-level mission in their entire lives. What's more,
Don't mention finishing three.
In the world of killers, SSS-level tasks are known as impossible tasks. Completing them once can make you famous.
The U.S. Secretary of State's security standards are second only to that of the President. The British MI6 director has dozens of agents to protect him. The mafia leader has more bodyguards than a regular battalion. But in the end, three people were still killed.
The hand of the beacon demon.
The name of Feng Mo has long become a legend in the killer world.
Therefore, Qin Feng did not doubt that he had any attraction to He Muqing, so He Muqing took the initiative to invite him to a room, and everything went smoothly.
Thinking of this, Young Master Qin couldn't help but have his signature evil smile on his face, that is, a mean kind of smile.
That's not right. As for the opening of the apartment, there was such a big commotion. There were policemen with loaded ammunition standing guard at the gate, and even the isolation tape was pulled up.
After stopping the car, he didn't think it looked like He Meili was such a high-profile person.
With suspicion, he was led into the elevator by a designated person and went directly to the 18th floor.
There were all police officers walking back and forth in the corridor, and everyone looked solemn. Only then did Mr. Qin suddenly realize, what kind of room was he opening? There was a murder.
In a luxurious suite, Miss He was wearing white rubber gloves. When she saw Qin Feng arriving, she turned around and greeted him: "Come and take a look."
Young Master Qin shrugged, walked over impatiently, and muttered: "So it's to investigate the case, why did you call me here? Have you forgotten that my special skill is killing people, not looking for evidence, which is exactly the opposite.
What a career!"
What he said is absolutely correct. The killer's best skill is to kill people and leave as few clues to the police as possible, which has nothing to do with the investigation.
Meili He turned back and rolled her eyes at him: "This matter really has something to do with you. You should first find out what the cause of death was."
Qin Feng looked disdainful. The cause of death has not been found out until now. You policemen are really capable.
The deceased was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with a pale complexion and something like frost on his eyebrows and hair. There were no obvious wounds on his body. He was neatly dressed and there were signs of a violent fight in the room.
Suffocated to death?
No, a person who suffocates should at least open his mouth and stick out his tongue.
Poisoned?
Even more unlikely, the skin of poisoned people should turn black, not white.
Could it be a heart attack?
If that were the case, would He Muqing lead a group of people to mobilize troops?
Seeing him, Meimei He frowned and explained: "The waiter heard the sound of fighting outside, and then found the body. It is certain that he died of homicide."
Qin Feng knelt down and took the gloves handed over by Miss He. After putting them on, he first touched the deceased's neck, and then pressed the upper and lower positions with two fingers, tapping lightly.
A wound as deep as the bone appeared instantly. As soon as the wound saw air, it immediately began to turn and curl. The most terrifying thing was that for such a deep wound, there was no bleeding from the beginning to the end.
The trachea, blood vessels, esophagus, etc. are clearly visible, and finally the white cervical vertebrae.
This man's head was almost cut off, but the wounds miraculously stuck together without a trace of blood. No wonder no one could find the cause of death.
He Muqing's eyes widened. Although she was not a criminal police officer, she often came into contact with murder scenes. Not to mention that she had never seen it before, she had never even heard of this kind of murder method.
Qin Feng explained: "When the deceased was killed, because the temperature of the wound was extremely low, the blood in the blood vessels was frozen into ice, so no blood flowed out. Also because of the low temperature, the wounds were stuck together and could not be seen at all.
Expose the wound."
There was a sound of gasping. Among the police, there were many experienced detectives who had never seen this kind of killing method.
Taking off his gloves, he asked He Muqing: "You said this matter has something to do with me, what exactly is it? You don't doubt that I killed this guy, do you? You might as well say clearly that I don't have such ability."
He Muqing shook her head and said: "I'm not saying that you are related to his death, but his identity is related to you. I don't want to sell it to you. This man is nicknamed White Wolf. He is one of the four great Vajras of the Shengmen. He is closely related to Bao.
Long is a close friend. His appearance in Pingyuan City is definitely not an accident."
The tyrannosaurus is dead, and the white wolf must be here to avenge him.
But who killed the white wolf, the enemy?
It's not very realistic. If it was a vendetta, Bai Lang must have died long ago, so how could he have the chance to die in Pingyuan City.
Qin Feng really couldn't figure out whether this was a coincidence or someone was secretly helping?
Meili He also took off her gloves and lowered her voice and asked: "Who has such a killing method? Are you well-informed? Do you know who it is?"
Young Master Qin shook his head and said: "I don't know if there are people like this in other killer organizations, but what is certain is that no one can do it on Death Island. I'm thinking, what kind of knife would it be? It's sharp.
And it has a temperature that can freeze blood vessels, even worse than my Fire Meteor."