He turned on the light function of the ID card, and just as he guessed, there was a corpse at his feet, not long after he died, and the blood was still flowing and hot. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The other party was a young man, dressed in a silver suit similar to that of an Imperial Guard, with guns and bullet casings scattered around the corpse, some already soaked in the blood of his master.

Here, has something just happened?

Randall sat still.

Fear is like the seed of a poisonous vine, sown, rooted, sprouted in the bottom of his heart the moment he saw the corpse, spread and grow with lightning speed, and occupied the whole heart.

The light and sound of the ID card must be turned off.

I'm leaving, yes, just turn off the light and sound, and in the dark, no one can find me.

Randall's hands trembled so badly that he had to use two hands to hold the blood-stained ID card. He scrambled to his feet, like a frightened fawn, and walked towards the only tram platform in the area.

The original excitement had long since disappeared without a trace, and the hand holding the ID card was shaking.

Even though he had been kidnapped many times, he had never been so scared as he was today. The kidnapper needs nothing more than money, and until he gets the money, he is sure to be safe, at least not dead, but now, the person who has already killed one person does not care at all about killing another one.

Probably die.

At the thought of this, the oxygen level of the air around him seemed to decrease in an instant, and he was a little out of breath.

Do you want to die?

When you die, you can see your mother.

Moreover, everyone will die, death is only a momentary thing, and the pain will soon end.

Suffering......

No, no, it can't be that simple.

They may cut his carotid artery or trachea, leaving him lying in his own blood, facing death in a desperate situation.

Or, discovering his identity and using him to blackmail his father, either way, is extremely painful.

Himself, for his father, is really just a burden.

And it will cause trouble for Lady Diana.

The lunch at noon was delicious, and he hadn't returned the favor yet.

He still has a lot to do.

You can't just die.

He dug through his body and was surprised to find an apple and a fruit knife in the bag with the kettle that Diana had prepared for her.

The blade is almost seven centimeters, but it's better than nothing.

He held the ID card in one hand and the fruit knife tightly in the other.

The red dot on the ID card is getting closer and closer.

He left the road and turned into the winding alley, perhaps to delay a little.

The alleys were filled with the stench of decaying creatures. He clung to the wall, walking slowly, careful with each step, but the red dot was still getting closer.

came, right in front of him at the mouth of the alley, and the other party was about to meet him.

Do you want to escape?

But at this distance, you can't escape at all.

The silver eyes were slightly dull, and since he could die if he did anything, he simply fought back.

He slowed his pace, and when he reached the entrance of the alley, the other party was a beat slower than him.

Golden opportunity.

The opponent is most likely an adult who is taller than him, and on the premise of not knowing the specific situation and not having an advantage in height, a knockout is a hit. He just needs to rush out, stretch out his hand to grab the other party's clothes and bring himself to the other party, and raise his hand to cut the other party's carotid artery in an instant.

He clenched his dagger and rushed out.

However, the scene in front of him was not what he expected.

There was no one in front of him.

He was a little baffled, and when he looked down, it was actually a dog.

Very ordinary dog, looking a bit like a shepherd dog, what breed he didn't know, but he saw a silver pistol with blood strapped to the dog's body.

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down to unload the pistol. Then he felt the muzzle of a pistol against the back of his head.

The next behavior may have been caused by excessive nervousness and fear, and it was not until he was pressed to the ground by the other party, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed to his head, that he realized what he had just done.

He turned around and grabbed the pistol's hand, trying to end it all with the fruit knife in his hand when the other person lost his balance, but the other party easily dodged his hard blow and pressed him to the ground with his elbow.

It was too dark for him to see who it was, but the other party's weight was lighter, lighter than him.

Could it be about the same age?

"Tsk, it's just a little ghost."

The other party was wearing a voice changer, and his voice could not be heard with any characteristics.

The Ministry of Human Affairs of the Empire contains the information of all the personnel of the Empire, blood type, DNA, fingerprints, etc., one of which is the voice, and even the voice of each person at different stages will be preserved. Voice leakage is more dangerous than fingerprint leakage, so almost all criminals will wear a voice changer when committing the crime.

Occasionally, there will be a fool or two who think they are clever and try to get by with falsetto, but the Empire's technology is not as backward as they think. As long as the voice leaks, the probability of being arrested and exiled to R Zone is 100%, which is three percentage points higher than DNA.

The other party didn't seem to intend to kill him, but just took the fruit knife in his hand and left.

He picked up a life.

Inexplicably encountered danger, and then inexplicably picked up a life, today is really enough.

Randall dragged his tired body back to his temporary cake shop, and Diana didn't ask anything, just told him to hurry to the bathroom and wash up. He took off his dusty clothes and soaked himself in hot water.

What just happened was like a dream to him.

Who is the corpse in LOTUS Town, is it the person who almost killed him, and why did the other party spare his life in the end, obviously he is suspected of being an eyewitness, and what is even more strange is that the other party is very light in weight and took the fruit knife.

Compared with the other party, Randall's skills are very poor, even if he keeps a fruit knife and wants to make a fool of himself when the other party has his back to him, I am afraid that he will only be shot through the head by a bullet. In that case, why take it on purpose?

Could that not be that knife that cut the other party?

Deliberately taken away in order not to be found out DNA information?

He quickly searched through his mind, trying to recall all the details, and to his surprise, he did scratch the other side.

It seemed to be the back of the hand, and he couldn't tell whether it was the left hand or the right hand.

"Ahh

He shook his head and decided to take it all out of his mind for the time being.

After Randall had taken a shower, Diana served dinner. He came out of the bathroom, wiped his hair with a towel and asked, "Ma'am, is your child in boarding school?"

There are only two sets of cutlery on the table.

Diana shook her head and said, "No, he's coming back tonight, it's just dinner time, and I'm guessing you're almost hungry."

"Ah, no, it's okay for me, I'm not ...... yet."

"Mom, I'm back."

"Oh, that's right, go wash your hands and start eating right away."

Standing in the doorway was the doll-like child Randall had seen in the photo.

The real man looked about his size and height like him, but the face was even more beautiful than in the pictures, and Randall thought he must be blushing when he looked at those purple eyes.

"Heck, he's my friend's child, Randall, and he'll be staying at our house for a while." Diana introduced, "Randall, this is our little one, Gabriel, who looks a lot like his dad and has a similar personality, it's really nerve-wracking, we need to get along well."

"Hello, I'm Randall, I'm going to bother me during this time, please advise."

Randall nodded a little embarrassedly.

Gabriel looked at him a few times, then asked Diana, "Girl?"

Diana snorted and laughed,

"Wrong, wrong, just like you, it's a boy."

Randall stood aside and smiled awkwardly.

A dinner meal is not shocked.

Almost all of them were Diana and Randall talking, and Gabriel was just sitting and eating quietly, whether he was listening or not, Randall couldn't be sure.

Because he was expressionless.

If he sat still, he would be mistaken for a life-sized doll, and Randall couldn't help but be curious about his father.

"Oh, little one, what's wrong with your hand?"

Diana noticed Gabriel's left hand, wrapped in layers of bandages.

"It's nothing, I was burned during my housekeeping class."

"Housekeeping? Didn't you never choose?'

"It's now mandatory."

"Well, that's not a good thing for you," Diana said, turning her head to Randall in a serious manner, "Randall, you live with the little one and take care of it, and don't let the little one get near the kitchen unless you have to."

"Huh?"

Randall didn't understand Diana's words.

"As you will learn later, God is fair."

Diana nodded meaningfully.