It was only early the morning of the second day that I remembered that something was wrong. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Master and I came to country M from country C in the name of tourism.

How can the body be shipped back? And transplanted?

Remember Master said, "I have to transplant my daughter immediately after I die?"

Thinking about this, I found a lot of problems.

I opened an account with RedDot.

In the killer ranking, the master's account has changed from the bottom of S to the first place of S.

There are 400 million more points in the hunt value, which is four times that of the second place.

Turning it to the account balance, I saw for the first time that there could be so many zeros behind 4.

But why is the amount of money in the account red?

I clicked on the account, and there was a small line written under the red amount.

The killer dies and the amount is frozen.

I looked at the frozen amount and thought of something, it seems that there is something wrong with the master's daughter's side.

I pulled out my phone and the SIM card in my bag.

This is the master's mobile phone card, and we will take out the phone card and put it in the bag before we work.

For the sake of secrecy, but also for the convenience of destruction.

The bag is specially made with an electronic switch on the leftmost flannel piece of the backpack.

As soon as it is pressed, the phone card will be destroyed with an electric current, guaranteeing that our identity will not be discovered.

I turned on my phone and checked my contacts.

I found the phone number with the nickname of my wife and called it.

Toot ~ Toot.

After the busy sound, the woman picked up the phone and shouted, "You dead ghost, where did you go?"

I was stunned for a moment, it turned out that they had no idea of the news of the master's death.

But what is going on? Could it be that the master's body has been taken away?

The news only broadcast the death of the killer, and did not disclose the identity of the killer.

"Why don't you speak, are you going to leave us mother and daughter behind?" the woman's voice said again.

"Auntie, I'm sorry. I said.

"Eh, who are you?" the woman said, confused.

I was instantly overwhelmed, and my mind was thinking of the right excuse.

I realized that because of my special profession, I didn't even know the name of my master.

I coughed and said, "Auntie, I'm my eldest brother's colleague, and the company has zero temporary things to make us go on a business trip." ”

"On a business trip? What kind of business can he do when he installs an elevator at a construction site? Why didn't he call me when he was on a business trip?" the woman said in a questioning voice.

"He's in a meeting, and it's the busiest time. I said.

"Oh, he's in a meeting, will you call me, or is it his number, tell me, what's wrong with my husband?" the woman said alertly.

"Auntie, master, he's dead. "I said in a hurry?

A moment of silence.

"Where? The elevator was crushed. What about the compensation, what are you going to do with it?" said the woman calmly.

Blew me away.

"Master, aren't you sad that he's dead?" I said, puzzled.

"What's so sad about it, I know how dangerous it is to install an elevator. He's also told me a lot about accidents, and I remember he said that you give a person a million in insurance, right? You don't have to talk to me about it, just give money. Shall I go to your side to sign the contract, or will you go to my side?" the woman said calmly.

"Auntie, the eldest brother actually doesn't install an elevator. I said.

There was another moment of silence, followed by an outburst.

"What? You don't want to admit that something happened to your project, do you? Or does he not want to raise our mother and daughter? Let him get out, what is he? The woman cried out.

I didn't know that my master could hide his identity so deeply, but he was indeed dead. And now that Master has been dead for more than a day, the absence of a heart transplant means that the body has not been made public. But now it seems that it is useless to say anything.

I hung up the phone and wrote down the phone number.

I took out my phone number and threw it down the toilet and flushed it.

I first turned on my phone and handed over Master's wife's phone number to my best friend.

My best friend brought me into the industry, but he's always a D.

Die-hards have little future, specializing in hacking and invading.

However, he is a top-notch presence in gathering intelligence, which is what he told me when he brought me into the industry: "The people behind the scenes may not make as much money as those who have guns, and there is no risk at all." ”

But I couldn't keep looking at the screen for the so-called clues, and I gave up after less than half a year with him.

I sent the number to my best friend and asked him to check the location and family of the owner of the phone number.

After the dead friend sent an OK, it was a long greeting. From the maternal line of the previous generation of relatives, all the way to the eighteenth generation of ancestors.

The general content is reduced and the condolences are left, what do you do?

What a big deal to assassinate a presidential candidate.

I reluctantly sent it to help check this, and I'll talk about other things later.

I opened the map and looked for the nearest hospital in the area where Master jumped off the building.

There are three, and I looked for yesterday's news.

Almost all of them are news about the murder of the presidential candidate, and there is no mention of the killer.

I really don't have the talent for it, so I don't know where to start.

I can only plan to change a set of clothes, and I will look at every hospital.

When I finished changing my clothes and showed up at the first hospital I was going to.

My phone rang.

I was startled, and I pressed the answer when I looked at the familiar number.

It was my best friend who called.

"How?" I said with a smile.

"Call her and check on her, are you going to kill this person?" said the nemesis.

"Found it so soon?" I said, puzzled.

"It's easy to check the internal information of the police, but to be honest, I thought it was a small person at first. But the more I checked, the more strange I felt, and I realized that it was really suspicious. Said the best friend.

"Does she have a sick daughter?" I said.

"Well, heart disease. It seems to be very serious, and I can't get a case. Not a domestic hospital, in country M. Said the best friend.

"Do you know what the hospital is called?" I said.

"It's a bit weird. This woman is a salesman, in H City, Country C. His husband is an elevator decoration master, and his salary is only seven or eight thousand a month. However, their daughter has been in the hospital in M city of M country for two years without medical insurance. You must know that the cost of the intensive care unit of M National Hospital is more than 100,000 yuan a month, and it is unbelievable if you don't find these. A decoration master and a salesman can maintain hundreds of thousands of expenses every month. It's incredible, what kind of thing is this selling? Said the best friend.

"It has nothing to do with what is being sold, what if I tell you that the identity of this maintenance man is thirty-six degrees nine. I said.

"Your master, my God. Isn't he dead? Don't come back in country M now, and now all people from country C will be thoroughly investigated. You'd better wait for the turmoil to come over, what the hell is going on. Why did you kill the presidential candidate, and who took the order. Said the best friend.

"His daughter's information and the hospital where she worked sent it to me. And I want you to help me with one thing, help me find out where my master's body is. It has been more than a dozen hours since his daughter needed her body for a heart transplant. I said.

"Do you have to wade into this troubled water? But it's useless if you find it, I guess it's under 24-hour supervision. And I heard, not dead. I don't know if it's true. But even if your master didn't die by jumping off the building, he would be in danger in the intensive care unit. Said the best friend.

I froze in place, jumped to the sixth floor and didn't die.

"By the way, the killer's death account will be frozen?" I said.

"Of course, what? Oh, yes. Thirty-six degrees of nine's account must have been frozen. Said the best friend.

"Do you know how to unfreeze?" I said.

"You can cancel a task when you take it, but it may be difficult for you. Because everyone knows the news of the death of Thirty-Six Degrees and Nine Degrees. It is simply impossible to resurrect a dead man to take on a mission. Said the best friend.

I thought about what was in front of me and I was shocked that Master wasn't dead.

He didn't die, so he was forcibly treated.

That's why I wasn't taken for a transplant, as for the cost of the surgery.

Master's death led to the freezing of the account.

What is the solution to this, there is really no way to do it.

I hung up a little bit, patted the taxi driver's next door and announced a U-turn.

Back at the hotel, I bought a lot of black markers at the supermarket downstairs.

Completely blacken yourself with a purchased marker.

I opened the account of the Red Dot network and took a random task in the hunting mission list of country M.

When the S-class killer appeared on the homepage, the subtitles of the C-class assassination mission were picked up.

Then the public screen broke out again, and the text of various countries was filled with the public screen.

Less than a minute later, the phone rang again.

After a glance at the old friend, I reluctantly picked it up again.

"Your uncle, your master gave you the account number? You also took the task again, or do you want to die in country M? Do you know how strict the investigation is now?" shouted the dead friend.

"Yes. I said.

"Yes, what do you mean, what do you mean by this task?" said the old friend again, puzzled.

"Isn't it the amount you said you unfroze, and you need to take on another task?" I said.

"What the hell are you thinking?" said the old friend, puzzled.

"A plan to hide from the world, have you found my master's body?" I said.

"The Ministry of Defense of country M has been hacked three times, and it is actually a hospital with his daughter. I'll send you a text message at the address, it seems that your master's plan this time is perfect, and he will be taken to transplant immediately after he dies. Unfortunately, he did not die, and he was still in the intensive care unit because a group of police officers came to monitor him 24 hours a day. Otherwise, you can really move him with a prize, this plan is really perfect. Said the best friend.

"If it were perfect, I wouldn't have to do this now. I hung up the phone with a wry smile, looked at the name of the hospital that appeared a few minutes later, and turned off the phone.

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