He took out the box from the corner, opened it, and saw the contents inside. Qiao Simu was not too surprised, but his heart sank even more.
This is half an apple stained with blood.
Qiao Simu narrowed her eyes and disposed of half of the blood-stained apple before Fu Zhuochen came back.
Because the specific cause of death and the murderer of the deceased have not yet been found, Qiao Simu cannot leave Haicheng for the time being, which saves Qiao Simu from continuing to find reasons.
At night, after Fu Zhuochen had fallen asleep, Qiao Simu got up, picked up a coat, blacked out all relevant surveillance cameras in the hotel, and walked to the rooftop.
At this moment, there was already a person standing on the rooftop.
The figure of the man was very thin, and he looked not tall, like a child of thirteen or fourteen years old.
"You're here." The young man heard Qiao Simu's footsteps and turned to look at her, with her familiar smile on his face.
"Hello, long time no see." Qiao Simu greeted him.
Hearing Qiao Simu's voice for the first time in a long time, Hell was as happy as a child.
"Sister Mu." Hell smiled and walked quickly to Qiao Simu, hugging her tightly.
Hell is a head shorter than her, and his furry hair is very comfortable to touch.
Qiao Simu raised her hand to rub his hair out of habit.
Hell felt the warmth on her body, and the smile on his face became even bigger, "It feels so comfortable."
Qiao Simu looked at the hell in front of her with complicated emotions.
With his appearance, who would associate him with the internationally notorious brutal killer Hell? He looks like a teenager who has not yet grown up.
But in fact, hell is three years older than her.
Hell was already there when she went to the organization.
It's just that Hell's situation is very special. Because he has been testing poisons for organizations for many years, his body and his mind will always stay at the age of fourteen.
"Sister Mu, I really miss you, do you miss me?" Hell raised his head and looked at Qiao Simu longingly.
It looked like an abandoned puppy, looking pitifully at its owner, hoping that his owner would take him home.
Qiao Simu didn't know how to answer his question.
When hell is in front of her, he is like a child who will never grow up, clean and sunny.
But in reality, he is a cruel and ruthless killer.
"Did you kill that person last night?" Qiao Simu took a breath and asked him.
Hell didn't hesitate at all and nodded with a smile: "I was the one who killed her. I knocked her to death."
This was said very lightly, as if what they were discussing now was not whether to kill someone, but who picked the flower they were discussing?
Qiao Simu's heart trembled. Although he was not surprised, he was still very shocked.
That's why there was no blood at the scene.
Because that was not the first scene.
And judging from the photos, no scars can be seen.
This is the power of hell.
The reason why he killed so many people and was able to escape capture was all due to his superb concealment skills!
For most of the people he killed, the real cause of death could not be found, nor was it known where the first scene was.
This seemed to be his innate ability. At this time, no one would associate him with a fourteen-year-old boy.
"Why did you kill her? Did someone ask you to kill her, or did you want to kill her yourself?" Qiao Simu asked him.
Hell smiled innocently and asked Qiao Simu: "I want to kill someone, do I need a reason? Just kill me if you want to."
"Did Gu Yaran ask you to do it? Or did she say something to you to make you hate her?" Qiao Simu asked.
Hell smiled and shook his head. His face was full of smiles, but his eyes were already covered with a layer of coldness: "Why did Sister Mu ask this question? You clearly know that I don't like that old woman named Gu. I'll kill her."
That person made Sister Mu unhappy because she threatened her."
Hell blinked and looked at Qiao Simu, his big round eyes slowly filled with disappointment.
Hell took Qiao Simu's hand and said to her: "Sister Mu, you should know that you are always the one I care about most. If anyone makes you unhappy, then he will die!"
The last sentence suddenly turned the sunny boy in front of me into a Shura from hell!
"Sister Mu, you see I'm so good to you, why don't you go back with me? No one will be nicer to you except me." Hell held Qiao Simu's hand and looked at her pitifully.
Qiao Simu took a breath, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and tried to stabilize his mind.
"Little hell, you said you were very kind to me, but you didn't listen to me what I said. How can you let me go back?" Qiao Simu said to hell patiently.
As soon as hell heard Qiao Simu's words, Qiao Simu immediately became anxious, "No, no, little hell listens to sister Mu, and I have always listened to you."
"Then tell me, what did Sister Mu tell you before? Did I tell you that you can't kill people casually or take other people's lives casually?" Qiao Simu frowned and said to him.
She once tried to persuade Hell not to kill people, but she tried several times, and finally found that even if Hell gave up killing because of her words, he would kill more wantonly when she was not around, and then work harder to conceal the traces.
Don't let her know.
So later on, she could only lower her requirements and not kill people who didn't deserve to die, hoping to slowly dilute the killing and cruelty in his heart little by little.
Hell became even more anxious and said quickly: "Little Hell really listened to Sister Mu. Even if I don't kill her, she will be poisoned to death! It's only a few days away at most, I can still give her something like this
Just one!"
"Poisoned? Did Gu Yaran give it to her?" Qiao Simu asked.
Hell pursed his lips and said no more.
He has the mentality of a fourteen-year-old, but he is not a fool. There are many things that a fourteen-year-old should know.
Although he didn't like Gu Yaran, everyone told him to listen to her, at least not to go against her.
Qiao Simu said to him: "I can't go back now."
"Sister Mu doesn't go back, is it because there is someone more important than me? So you have to stay for him?" Hell's eyes began to turn red, and he looked like he was dying.
Qiao Simu looked at Hell and said seriously: "He is very, very important to me. If he is injured, I will be very heartbroken. If he dies, then I will leave with him after avenging him."
The apple held in hell's hand was successfully broken under his violence, and his hands were filled with apple juice.
Qiao Simu knew that this was the situation before he went berserk and lost his mind.