Seeing this, the driver killer knew that he had hit a hard stubble, and he didn't dare to fight, so he casually shot three shots, and staggered back to the car with his injured left arm.

Where to run?

Lynch turned over as a serf and ran out of bullets when he knew it was the driver killer, so he chased after him unforgivingly, and then grabbed the driver killer by the back collar, and pulled him out of the car window with one hand "Eagle Takeoff".

It's a shame that the driver killer is in good shape, otherwise the small window alone would be enough for him to "fold" a pot.

The driver killer saw that Lynch was constantly making moves, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Say, "Who sent you?"

Lynch's face was furious, he almost killed himself just now.

I don't know, I'm a professional killer on the website, and when the employer posts a task, we're responsible for killing people to get a bounty.

As for why the strong man was killed.

We are not qualified to know.

Oh, and you don't know who the person who posted the task is?

All I know is that his ID name is "Sad Little Boy", and I don't know anything else.

"Sad little boy"?

Lynch was silent.

I also took it because the bounty was very high, and I really don't know anything about the rest.

So you're in league with that woman in red?

Hearing this, the driver killer shook his head.

I don't know, it should be other hiring platforms, our platform is mainly human killers, and my task is to send you to the vicinity of this wood, if you are killed by a female ghost, I will go back directly to receive the bounty, if you can't kill it, I will come back to mend the knife.

It's really a guess, it seems that there are really a lot of hidden secrets in this apartment fire?

If you want me to spare you, you can do it, but you have to send me to my destination.

Apartment 38?

Lynch nodded.

The strong man didn't know that the haunting of apartment 38 was not something I said it was for, it was true.

I know.

With the foreshadowing of the female ghost in red before, even if apartment No. 38 made a "bumpy man", he believed it.

All right. Saying that, the driver killer opened the car door tremblingly under Lynch's coercion.

Hey, give me that pistol.

Lynch kept an eye on it, and without waiting for the driver killer to agree, he pulled his belt and took out the pistol pinned to his waist, because he had played a lot of human-type games in his current life, so he was no stranger to the pistol.

What about bullets?

in the trunk.

Oh!

Lynch walked to the back of the cab and opened the trunk, revealing boxes of bullets, neatly lined up.

A professional killer, there is a lot of inventory, if he hadn't mastered the "elementary school student radio gymnastics", it is estimated that his corpse would stink.

So let's go to apartment 38 now?

After seeing Lynch get into the car, the driver killer said carefully.

No, Lynch took out his mobile phone in his pocket and tossed it for the night, let's find a place to sleep first, you can find a hotel to rest, not too far.

Okay.

Looking at the gun in Lynch's hand, the driver killer said tremblingly.

......

Without saying anything all the way, I successfully arrived at a small hotel nearby, although it was a little shabby, but Lynch, who had never been very particular, didn't care.

Hey, professional killer, send me down and you can leave, don't do this business in the future, with your skills, I guess you won't be able to eat it.

Yes, yes, yes. Although the driver killer was angry in his heart, he didn't dare not listen.

By the way, do you have two hundred dollars?

Professional Killer: ......

Can't I borrow you?

Professional Killer: This is clearly a robbery.

......

After watching the killer drive away, Lynch began to take a closer look at the hotel.

I really don't know what to think about a hotel in such a remote place.

I saw that in front of the hotel was a dirt road, which zigzagged all the way to the road, and there was a mountain on the back, because it was four o'clock in the morning, and the moonlight was thinning, and the mountain felt like it was wrapped in a thick fog.

There were no other shops around the hotel, a three-story building with a 90s sign, jagged weeds taking up every inch of the land frantically, no street lights around, and if it weren't for the faint yellow light on the first floor, Lynch wouldn't have noticed that there was a hotel in this place.

The suburban hotels are not good at asking too much, and besides, now that Lynch has a pistol by his side, his waist is a lot harder.

Thinking about it, he stepped into this hotel, it was now more than four o'clock in the morning, and it was in the suburbs, and the owner of the hotel must not have imagined that anyone would come to stay at this time.

The boss is an old man who is nearly 70 years old, and he is bending his back to read a book in the cash register by the yellowing lamp, and he looks down at the boss's face, and the wrinkles and ravines are deep enough to trap a fly, and only the pair of eyes, under the illumination of the light, are shining.

Accommodation 150, check-out before 1pm.

Hearing that someone came in, the boss said lightly without raising his head.

It seems that no matter what happens, no one will be able to disturb Yaxing, who is reading a book.

So expensive? Lynch had a pain in his flesh, but he didn't bargain. Fortunately, he robbed the professional killer of 200 yuan, but he also took it.

It's 200, and Lynch hands it to the cash register.

50 as a deposit, room 301, the key is at the back of the room, no lock.

The boss still didn't look up, as if he saw the fascination, and actually stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his chapped mouth, a picture of unfinished.

It's crazy.

Lynch sighed in his heart, touched the pistol pinned to his waist, and felt a little more confident in his heart.

The staircase was on one side of the hall, and as soon as he got up the first step, a rotten stench came to his face, as if the excrement had not been cleaned up in the staircase, and Lynch covered his mouth and nose, leaving a gap to breathe. Looking up, there was no light in the stairs, Lynch took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and walked carefully step by step with the faint light emitted by the mobile phone.

Damn it!

What kind of broken place is this, hurry up, Lynch rubbed the steps, went up to the second floor, the second floor was more spacious than expected, there were a few faint lights in the corridor, the darker it became, and the sound of women screaming intermittently, listening to the sound of the husband and wife arguing, and the innermost was the sound of "dong dong dong" thrashing.

If you put aside the previous Lynch, you might have left without saying a word, but after going through so much, you have become bolder.

If it comes, it will be safe.

The lights on the third floor were brighter than on the second floor, 301, the first room, where Lynch twisted the doorknob, held a gun in his hand, and plunged into the darkness step by step.

With the help of the mobile phone, turn on the lights in the room, the miserable white fluorescent lamp flashed and flashed, the facilities were in the style of the 90s, the bed was still clean and tidy, but the desk in the room was dirty and could not be started, as if it had not been wiped for more than ten years.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I don't need it anyway.

Lynch comforted himself.

It's five o'clock.

Lynch glanced at his mobile phone, wrapped the quilt, only exposed half of his head, and pinched his ears, not to mention that he also had a system that alarmed at any time, but he was also at ease.

A glimmer of light came in through the window in the distance, making Lynch's heart feel a little more secure, although the corridor was dirty, the room was still clean, and the faint scent of flowers surrounded Lynch's nose, and he fell asleep after a while.

Nothing was said all night

......

At twelve o'clock at noon, Lynch, who had slept for seven hours, woke up sleepy-eyed, the noon of autumn was the warmest time of the day, like a warm quilt draped on Lynch's body, there was not a cloud in the sky, there was no wind, and the withered yellow willow trees in the distance were secretly hanging down tears, dyeing the ground one by one yellow, and it was very beautiful in a flash.

Lynch stretched, got out of bed, and looked around.

I saw a piece of paper with a few large characters written on it lying on the desk in front of him, and the 200 yuan red bill I paid last night.

What's going on?

Lynch was scared for a while, and quickly took it.

I saw a few big characters written on the paper, crooked, and there was a hint of familiarity.

24:00, Apartment 38 rooftop, camera.

Nima, you didn't alert me when someone came in, Lynch scolded.

Lynch calls Daddy.

Ding dong

System Pump: Hello Master!

Why didn't anyone enter my room last night without warning.

System Pump: Human emotions are too complex for us to warn about their analysis.

Damn, you are the master of the plane, and you are the one who pulls the heavens and the earth, can't you even distinguish human emotions?

System Pumps: Yes.

So if that man had come to kill me last night, I would have died?

System Pump: Congratulations to the owner for getting smarter.

......

Is this how you cheat other hosts?

System Pump: Good.

I was wrong, I expected too much from you, and I was expecting you to take me to fly like in a novel, so you would only cheat on you.

System Pump: In our world, only me and the master of the plane are the "father", the master is not, if you want to say it, in the words of the sphere Huaxia, it should be the pit "son".

Count you ruthless, I won't ask you.

Lynch washed well, apparently the system pump was not only able to help him.

It's better to ask the old man downstairs, it's time for the old man to finish his shift at noon, and ask him if he has seen any strange tenants.

Pushing open the door, the building at the moment seemed very quiet, although it was noon, but it was not yet the time for the lunch break, it was a little weird. Lynch shouted into the third-floor hallway, echoing, but no one responded.

Forget it, let's go to the boss.

Passing through the door, Lynch covered his nose as if he had crossed a swamp, and walked down the stairs full of garbage with a light tiptoe, if it weren't for the bad lighting at night, it was hard to imagine that Lynch would not have been able to sleep when he saw this scene.

Smoothly walked to the first floor, the cash register was empty, as if it was the case, and there were obvious traces of wiping on the cash register, indicating that he was not dreaming.

Feed!

Is anyone there?

Lynch shouted.

Boss, stay in the hotel!

Ahh

......

Still silent.

It's strange, there were quite a few people last night, why are they not there during the day.

Anyway, didn't the note tell me to go to apartment 38? Maybe I'll know everything by going there.

Determined to make up his mind, Lynch stopped and pushed the rusty glass door out of the hotel.

The air is so good.

Taking a deep breath, it was the faint smell of flowers from last night, mixed with some dry and astringent dead grass, a work of nature that had not tasted like this in the city he had been living in for a long time.

At the same time, in room 302 of the hotel, a middle-aged man in a dark black jacket came out, looked at Lynch's back through the window and said to himself with a smile:

Then we'll see you in the evening.

After speaking, the man in the black jacket looked back and saw that there was one in room 302, all of them were tied up and sturdy, and his mouth was sealed with black tape, and he could only make a "whine" sound.

And this, Lynch is completely unaware.

The so-called man is iron, rice is steel, can eat a meal is a meal, since there is still a lot of time, go to fill your stomach first, you should really taste the deliciousness of this world.

Otherwise, there may be little chance of returning to this world.

Thinking to himself, Lynch flagged down a taxi and drove towards the city center, and after this scene, he realized that he was too ill-prepared.