- Chapter 26: Farewell Zaijian (1)

The wind gently lifted the hair of pedestrians on the road, gentle, delicate, brushing everyone's cheeks, the green belts on both sides of the road, the leaves rustling, quiet, comfortable.

The man drove a blue "Ghost Child" sports car, except for that person, what he cared about the most was the car, and the accelerator under his feet was almost stepped on by him to the bottom, "Whew...... The sound of breaking the wind ...... to his ears, but it was so graceful. That's a different thrill than when you kill.

When he kills, he likes to find those veins and blood vessels, one by one, zuihou directly picks the arteries, watching the red blood flow from the beginning of the water flow, to zuihou gushing out, from slow to fast, from shallow to deep, little by little impregnated with the earth, that is one of his favorite feelings.

Except for necessity, he kills people, he doesn't use a gun, and he won't kill with a single move, but almost no one can escape from him. Someone once said that watching him kill people can be regarded as a kind of performance art.

A long time ago, that person said that he would be a very lethal robbery, and later, he did prove that sentence, from the time he chose to follow that person, that person's words were what he had to do with all his life.

With a "bang", the Ghost Child stopped in the parking lot of the hospital with an arrogant and domineering attitude, and instantly overwhelmed the brilliance of everything around him.

The man stepped out of the car, his knife-like cold face had a hint of evil charm on it, his lips were cool and thin, and his lips were extremely light, and he looked like he was about thirty years old. Old people often say that red lips and white teeth are blessed, but this kind of lips with a thin and cool shape are a symbol of coldness and ruthlessness, and they are born with ups and downs.

Taking a black glove and putting it on his left hand, the special glove concealed the feature that the man's left hand only had four fingers, no different from a normal person, and he strode towards the 205 office of the Department of Brain Surgery on the second floor. That was Zhong Moxin's office, and before coming to Italy, Mo Li had explained it early.

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