I thought about it a little, maybe no one is better suited than her. Fingers jumped, I sent a text message to Rose, xx hotel, 325.326.five, pick off the tendons of the hands and feet, additional requirements, murder confession, offer.

Soon the text message was replied, and the price was 150,000. Rose is a killer who has never killed anyone, she is only responsible for harming people, and perhaps in her opinion, it is only harm to the extent of death.

Interestingly, she was also a very good surgeon, an angel who saved lives, and often operated until late at night. Maybe the people who can be busy until late at night are either saving or destroying, either building or destroying.

She stands at two extremely contradictory points, and it is precisely like this that she sees many issues more thoroughly than we do. So her life seems to be a little happier than ours, when she has nothing to do, she goes shopping K songs, and she is coquettish and cute, and even finds a handsome boyfriend like other girls with cute couple avatars.

But it's just such a girl, but it's also extremely crazy to be a killer. There are many ways to make people die, so letting people suffer and not die is a technical job in itself.

I told her that if your boyfriend knows the other side of you, he won't dare to hide it from you. She laughed and replied to me, "Big brother, do you think the killer profession is still worthy of love?" She seemed to laugh happily and unscrupulously, laughing until she burst into tears, crazy and bitter.

When Rose appeared in front of the hotel, she put on a lot of makeup, and the smell of perfume before entering the door was very strong, but everything beautiful was dangerous, and the front desk in the middle of the night had already fallen asleep at the bar, and the front desk who pushed the door and woke up looked at the almost bewitching woman in front of her sleepily.

Subconsciously she has identified her as a door-to-door service lady, Rose leaned in front of the bar and lit a cigarette, her fingers are very beautiful, the front desk thought that the Qianqian jade fingers depicted in the novel are nothing more than that, Rose took a puff and seemed to be very careful, but expressed a different kind of beauty, and the front desk couldn't help but widen her eyes.

A puff of smoke curled out of her mouth, then softly drifted towards the front desk that was staring at her. The next second, the front desk fell asleep again. The corners of Rose's mouth were raised, and she took out a delicate ashtray with a lid from her bag, extinguished the cigarette in her hand, and said to herself, The night shift has begun.

Then Rose made a triumphant gesture to the entrance monitor, and the black mousse bit off the instant noodles that had just entered the mouth, and looked up in the same gesture. Then she thought that she couldn't see it and scratched her head in embarrassment, maybe the killer really didn't deserve to talk about love. The instant noodles in the bowl didn't seem to taste good, and he began to stare at the screen, and he was also very good at monitoring the aftermath.

The sound of high heels went from the first floor to the third floor, and the corridors of the small hotel were mixed with all kinds of smells, Rose wrinkled her nose, which seemed to her to be far less pleasant than the smell of hospital disinfectant, and there were subtle sounds everywhere, Rose's footsteps stopped at the door of 325, and after a look, she turned around and came to the next door, and the door number said 327.

She knocked on 327's door, not very fast and not very loud, but very harsh in the middle of the night. Soon after, there was a noise in 327's room, and the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a big belly, shirtless and wearing pajama pants. Swallow leaned against the door, cut her hair, and then asked with a charming smile:

"Big brother, is that the service you called?"

The middle-aged man was obviously not too awake yet, rubbing his eyes and asking:

"What kind of service, I don't know"

"Everyone is here, what kind of service do you say" Rose smiled again, raising her voice a little.

The middle-aged man was still confused, scratching his head, and stood there. At this time, a woman's voice came from the room:

"Who's out there, it's the middle of the night, you're sick?"

"I don't know, what kind of service is it," the man said, turning back into the room

"You are not a serious thing, what kind of service, and you are still standing at the door and nagging" Before the words fell, a hand dragged the middle-aged man's ear from the room and dragged the man in, and then the door slammed shut. There was a quarrel in the room, and Rose shook her head, took a deep breath, and came to the door of 325.

Because when I took this order, I knew what kind of characters lived in the house. Presumably, they will support their ears when they fall asleep at night, and they must have heard the sound just now, so that it is not abrupt.

Sure enough, as soon as I knocked on the door, there was movement in the house. It seems that this night is tense nerves, the young man who opened the door is not very good, Swallow does not know what kind of consideration they have in the house before this, a few young gangsters, after the extreme nervousness of the murder, may have the idea of simply going crazy, Swallow squeezed in along the crack of the door.

There were four other people in the room on two beds, sitting in kimonos, smoking cigarettes and staring at Rose with red eyes. This is something that Swallow did not expect, five people are actually crammed into one room, but it is also reasonable.

So although my heart was tight, I still had a flattering smile on my expression. As the door closed, Rose had an idea. Seeing that a few didn't speak, she said coquettishly:

"Ah, there are so many people, but you have to add money."

The five people in the room didn't speak, still staring at Rose, and the individuals next door seemed to be arguing just now, and the soundproofing of the room didn't seem to be very good. This is also a headache. Then she thought for a moment and said, "If I don't have any opinions, I'll go take a shower." ”

Then he dodged into the bathroom, locked the door, closed the bathroom exhaust, turned on the shower head, turned on the cold valve to the maximum, and then dipped the towel hanging on the side under the faucet of the sink and covered his mouth and nose.

She took out what looked like clear soap from her bag, along with a scalpel, and a small alcohol lamp, which she cut into small pieces, placed them on the alcohol lamp, and started heating them. This is the home remedy for the swallow, and it is also something carefully prepared for this order. The heat will evaporate quickly, there is no particularly noticeable smell, and mixing with cigarettes will work quickly, and there is such a thing in Rose's smoke when she enters the door, so she has to be very careful.

This thing will fail when it encounters water, and it will have an anesthetic effect for a long time, and Rose feels a little like Hua Tuo's hemp boiling. I don't know how things come from the black market, but they work very well. A few people outside the bathroom were still discussing why a woman should be let in, and after five minutes, the voice gradually disappeared.

Rose tightened the wet towel tightly tied to her head, extinguished the alcohol lamp, cleaned up the bathroom unhurriedly, opened the bathroom door and walked out, the effect of this thing is to cause a coma, the price is naturally much more expensive than the drug peddled in the small advertisement, and the daily consumption is not much cheaper than Mr. Fish's baby sniper rifle bullet.

Looking at the rose who came out again, she had changed into the suit during the operation, disposable rubber gloves, surgical gowns, shoe covers, and surgical caps, but the towels on her face were a little nondescript, and the girl's bag really could fit everything. With a large scalpel in her hand, she walked over to the people lying on her side.