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On Egret Island in October, there is also a typhoon that took the last train to ravage by. Although the center of the typhoon has turned northward, it will still be rainy in the next few days.

The combination of wind and rain has greatly inhibited people's interest in traveling. Business on Bar Street has also been somewhat affected, and the colorful neon signs on both sides of the street are still overflowing, but the popularity of nightclubs is still far less than usual.

"Starling, you go slowly, come back next time." A woman with delicate makeup but not a bewitching woman sent Chen Lie to the door, and then let go of the arm that was holding him intimately.

Chen Lie casually took out a few hundred-yuan bills in his pocket, stuffed them into the chest of her low-cut skirt, and pinched her pink face: "I won't say a few more words." ”

She just smiled faintly.

Chen Lie laughed helplessly, this woman is not at all different from other women in the Wind Moon Field, she will not be sticky and numb, nor will she pretend to be cold, but for an old bird like him who is used to the Wind Moon Place, she is full of fatal attraction.

"Gone."

He beckoned, and got into his car with the bar boy holding an umbrella to see him off.

The woman at the door waved her hand lightly at the departing car, took out the money on her chest, carefully put it into her purse, and turned to walk into the nightclub.

……

At one o'clock in the morning, Chen Lie drove his Volvo on a deserted street. The road was slippery on a rainy night, and although he didn't drink all night, he didn't drive fast.

He has always been cautious and cautious, even if he often lingers, he never stays out for the night, and he never takes a woman home. Even everyone only knows his nickname "Skinny Eight", and no one knows his real name.

Since taking over Su Mingyuan's business in July, he has not received any commissions in the past few months.

He couldn't have imagined it anyway. has cooperated with him for many years, and has always been a reliable black knife, not only making such a big oolong as catching the wrong person. In the end, he was killed by a high school student, and he was also injured.

I didn't expect this incident to cause such a big storm across the country. At that time, he was terrified that he was afraid that the black knife would be caught, and then confessed himself, so he escaped from Egret Island as soon as possible and hid in the ravines and ravines in the mainland, and did not dare to appear for two months, nor did he dare to have any contact with the outside world.

It wasn't until he confirmed that the black knife was not caught, and the matter slowly calmed down, that he finally dared to take advantage of the National Day when the traffic was the largest. Secretly returned to Heron Island.

It's just disappeared for nearly three months, and the business network that connects the upper and lower families is almost broken, and now the thread has to be reconnected. In addition, without the team that has worked with Black Knife for many years, it is not easy to find a reliable next home......

Thinking of these troubles, he suddenly felt a deep agitation, his nose was sore, his tears and snot seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and he touched the white powder bag in his pocket. I pressed my toes and increased my speed slightly.

Although he has made a lot of black money over the years, he does not live in a high-end community. Instead, they live in a residential area a little further from the city center. The people here are complicated, the houses are scattered, and various routes extend in all directions, which is the most suitable for people like him who are ready to run away at any time.

Parking the car on the side of the road, holding his head with his hands, and cursing the weather in a whisper, he rushed to his house, an ordinary two-storey building, nothing special.

Twist the key twice and push the door open. I turned on the light switch next to the door and turned around to close the door. But his face turned pale!

Behind the door stood a ghostly figure.

Looking at the fierce and cold eyes like a poisonous snake, he was about to speak in horror. A left hand like pig iron slammed into his throat!

Then, a cold stinging sensation penetrated deep into the chest and abdomen.

Lightning slammed across the sky, illuminating his pale and terrifying face through the crack in the half-closed door, and then the door was slammed shut by a black knife with his foot, and a cold stinging pain in his abdomen.

"For ......" blood spilled from his mouth, his dead fish-like protruding eyeballs stared at the man in front of him, and he could only let out a short, dull cough in his chest as he was choked by the throat.

"Dare to yin my ......" The black knife's cold eyes were selective, and the three-edged thorn in his hand was smoothly pulled out of the flesh and blood, and then continued to stab.

"Dare to yin my ......" is another stab.

"Yin me!"

"Yin me!"

"Yin I ......"

The military stabbing in his hand landed between his chest and abdomen accurately and crisply, even if he deliberately avoided the fatal point, the blood that kept gushing out of the dense blood hole still quickly took away the strength on Chen Lie's body.

The violent struggle gradually weakened, and only one hand was still clutched at the black knife's chest.

The three-edged thorn still stabbed out one by one, and in the cruel and happy eyes of the black knife, he finally turned into a broken corpse and slowly slid down the wall......

Blood continued to seep out from the square blood hole of the Triangular Army Thorn, the distorted and pale face, the protruding eyeballs that were not blind, and the tragic blood stains on the walls and floors...... Rumbling thunder sounded, and the small entrance was like a blood-colored and terrifying hell.

The black knife sneered and kicked the corpse, then crouched down again, slowly wiping the blood from his hands on his pants.

The triangular thorn in his hand has long been slowly eliminated in the army, but after those jungle battles back then, he still has a soft spot for it.

The wound pierced by the triangular thorn cannot be stopped and healed at all without professional treatment because the sides of the muscle cannot be pressed against each other. In order to prevent blood from escaping out the door, he dragged the mutilated body and threw it into the living room.

After killing people, the black knife did not leave in a hurry, but started from the living room and searched carefully.

In their line of work, although they will always promise their employers that they will not leave any information, no one will be naïve not to leave any hole cards for themselves, and those recorded information may sometimes save their lives.

What the Black Knife was looking for was the ledger he used to record transactions.

In the living room, study, and bedroom, the black knife searched every inconspicuous place, and finally found a palm-sized black notebook at the foot of the bed.

When I opened it, I saw that every transaction he made was recorded in detail, from the employer, to the executor, to the goal, and it was clearly recorded. And in it, the name of the black knife appears extremely frequently.

Turning directly to the last page, the black knife finally saw the information he was looking for......

On July 12, Su Mingyuan, Black Knife, Zhang Yang, Su Yiqing......

Whispering silently these key words, the black knife's mouth finally showed a cold smile.

…… (To be continued.) )

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