"Let's lend you this surgical instrument first!" Rumeng threw a black wooden box again.

When Qian Hao opened the wooden box, he could feel a touch of yin qi attacking, and a complete set of surgical instruments were neatly placed inside.

Taking out the suture needle and thread, Qian Hao began his work.

The dead man's cortex has lost its due elasticity, and it is relatively difficult to stitch it up, and the five internal organs in the person's stomach are basically broken, and it is even more difficult to do it seamlessly and not let the water in the stomach flow out, but this does not seem to be a big deal for Qian Hao.

The forceps pull the skin tightly, and the stitch needle is quickly brought over, but the stitch path is not lined up to walk, it feels more like tying up the whole hole, the lines are crossed, and the incision is not stitched, but the key is to take a step and thread the suture needle, straight pull. I saw that the whole gap began to merge to the middle with Qian Hao's force, and the incisions began to glue together.

And the lines that used to float on the surface of the body are also hidden in the skin.

Rumeng was sewing her face at the moment, and when she saw Qian Hao sewing her belly, she couldn't help but look at it twice.

"Alright." Rumeng put down the stitch needle in his hand.

Qian Hao couldn't see the slightest flaw in the face of the person in front of him, as if he had originally looked like this.

"I'll leave the rest to you. Draw the normal point. Rumeng took off her gloves and walked straight out of the studio.

Qian Hao nodded, without refusal.

By the time he finished his work, it was already 3 p.m.

'Drip, drip, drip. ’

There was a vibration in the pocket.

Qian Hao's face couldn't help but change slightly, thinking to himself that he would give a task to himself so soon?

Pull out your phone, a text message:

"Dear users, the mobile company sends mobile phone business for free..."

Looking at the content of the information, Qian Hao's face changed, revealing a helpless wry smile.

But when he was about to put his phone in his pocket, it rang.

The unfamiliar number, Qian Hao didn't know who it was, but after hesitating, he still connected.

"Hey."

"At eight o'clock tonight, on the eighteenth floor of the Emgrand Building, room 1802, there is no one left inside. Mission Partner, No. 77. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a beep on the other end of the phone.

Number 77? That is, like a dream. Qian Hao looked at his phone, and then the door of the studio was pushed open.

"It's a pleasure to work with." Rumeng changed into a set of black tights, wrapping the figure with a concave and convex shape, and the grooves and grooves were very eye-catching.

"Oh, nice to work with." Qian Hao looked at it like a dream and responded.

And he himself didn't have much resistance to killing, after all, he was originally a cultivator, and killing people was sometimes a necessary means of survival for him.

"At 7 o'clock in the evening, I will wait for you at the gate of Emset. Don't be late. Rumeng said and turned around and left again.

Qian Hao cleaned up, got off work by himself, and went back to his home.

When I got home, I was greeted by a burst of aroma.

Yingying was busy in the kitchen with an apron, and when she saw Qian Hao coming back, she immediately trotted over with a smile on her face.

"I'm back. You sit for a while, and you'll be fine in no time. Yingying pulled Qian Hao to sit at the table that was already full of vegetables, and immediately ran to take a shovel and start stir-frying.

In a short time, a sumptuous dinner was served.

"How about you taste it?" Yingying served a meal for Qian Hao, and sat next to Qian Hao with a happy face, serving vegetables for him.

Qian Hao looked at Yingying, and felt a trace of warmth in his heart, a feeling that he had not felt for hundreds of years suddenly appeared in his heart. This kind of comfort made Qian Hao a little afraid in his heart, he was afraid that suddenly one day all this would come to naught.

Gently wrapped around Yingying's waist, and looked directly at her.

"Oh, what are you doing, you see people being shy." Yingying twisted a few times pretendedly, and hurriedly stuffed the haode dish in her hand into Qian Hao's mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

"Hmm."

"Eat more, and I'll eat more." Yingying picked up the rice bowl and ate with Qian Hao.

After dinner, Yingying took the initiative to take on the housework and began to clean up, Qian Hao wanted to help but was pushed to the room by Yingying.

Such a virtuous Yingying made Qian Hao even feel a little caught off guard.

By the time everything was done, it was already 6:30.

"I still have some things to do tonight, so you can go to sleep first, and if you can't sleep, you can play on the computer and watch TV." Although Qian Hao is not interested in these, he still has all the configurations at home.

"Well, I'll wait for my husband to come back. Be careful on the road. Yingying hugged Qian Hao shyly and said in a low voice.

"I'll be back when I'm done."

Under Yingying's eyes, he left home. Drive straight towards the Dorsett Hotel.

Arrive at the hotel at exactly 7 o'clock.

From afar, I saw Rumeng's bewitching figure, still in the same black tights.

"See what?" Rumeng looked at herself.

"Nothing." Qian Hao smiled and motioned to go in first.

"You don't have to go in, I have all the situation and information under control, and when the time comes, you can just clean up the people inside, and leave the aftermath to me." This is your first mission, and there is no room for error. Rumeng handed Qian Hao a piece of paper, which turned out to be a miniature version of the structure of the Emgrand Building.

"All employees will leave the building at 7:30 p.m., and the goal is to stay in the office for an extra hour for a meeting today, which means we have an hour to finish our tasks. The bodyguards were about ten people and were armed with semi-automatic pistols. We took the elevator to the 22nd floor at 7:30 and hidden. After eliminating the target, you leave through the back door, take the stairs, go up to the rooftop, the Emgrand Building is ten meters apart from the adjacent building, and the angle of inclination is forty-five, with your strength, this distance should not be a problem. Jump to the opposite building, take the elevator to the first floor, and I wait downstairs. "Rumeng is like telling a story, and in just a few hours, it was arranged so carefully, which made Qian Hao have a new understanding of Rumeng.

"Did you hear me?" Rumeng stared at Qian Hao and asked.

Qian Hao stared at Rumeng's bulging chest, a little stunned.

"You... Looking for death? Under the cold voice of Rumeng, a faint murderous aura was concealed.

"Just kidding, kidding, let's go, let's go have a cup of tea across the street!" Qian Hao said with a chuckle.

The two walked to the café opposite the Emgrand Building, ordered two cups of tea, and sat quietly without any conversation until 7:30.

At this time, a group of employees of Emgrand Building began to walk out of the building and dispersed, Qian Hao and Rumeng got up and walked towards Emgrand Building.

The two were not in a hurry, strolling leisurely, looking around as they walked.

Entering the building, the two took the elevator directly to the 22nd floor.

"Surveillance?" Qian Hao looked at the monitor above his head and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, the surveillance was blocked when I entered the building, and now all I see is a playback of idle videos." Rumeng walked out of the elevator without fear and took Qian Hao into a storage room on the 22nd floor of Zuihou.

Time ticked by minute, and after a long wait, 8 o'clock still came.