Well......

Well?

What about people?

Reaching out and touching it, it was still a little warm, but why was the person gone?

Turning on the bed lamp, Chun Yufan glanced around, and the guy who was still majestic on her not long ago was actually gone......

Bastard!

Pull out a gun and leave, a ruthless and unrighteous bastard!

Touching the red plums on the snow-white sheets, Chun Yufan couldn't figure out his thoughts.

There is loss and longing, resentment and joy, remembrance and hope...... In short, it was complicated, and she couldn't even be sure if it was she who was so stubborn and crazy last night.

The only thing she can be sure of now is that there's a bastard who eats it and runs away!

This life is not over with him!

Chun Yufan moved her body, and the tearing pain followed, and she clenched her teeth in annoyance, as if she was holding someone's flesh in her mouth.

Hold on and move again, and feel that her waist is sore, which makes her ashamed and angry, this is the first time, don't you want to harm people so badly!

Livestock!

Someone inadvertently has an extra title.

It took a lot of effort to move to the bedside, and I saw where the shoes were neatly placed, and there was a bedpan next to it—where did this thing come from?

Now in addition to the hospital, who still uses this thing if there are elderly people at home?

There is also a note posted on it, take it off and take a look:

If you have difficulty in mobility and urgently need convenience, you can solve it nearby. (PS: Regardless of the size of the tube...... ）

……

Chun Yufan threw the note into the bedpan.

It's close to you!

Stinky man!

Although this unreliable thing made her resentful even deeper, her face was obviously much better, and she was not as bitter and resentful as before.

Could it be that the stinky man only prepared this?

I was just looking for someone, but at this moment, I noticed something on the bedside table. Slowly crawled over and took a closer look.

The water cup is pasted: Remember to drink when you are thirsty, I am cold and white.

The milk jar is pasted: thirsty quenching thirst, hungry tube full, I'm not Trensu, but I'm good milk!

And a box of biscuits: crunchy, chicken-flavored!

……

It's all nonsense!

What do I want all this for? I want people!!

Hey?

What is it?

Chun Yufan picked up a stick, pinched it, it was soft and elastic, turned it around, and sure enough, there were words:

Miss me, you can bite hard! (Only those with teeth, not those without teeth!) ）

pia~~

Chun Yufan, who was furious, slammed the thing to the ground, "There is a kind of you don't want to come back!" ”

The night is adorned with stars, twinkling as if telling the legend of the endless universe.

Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to read their stories, which becomes even more evident after money and enjoyment become the main pursuits.

When the light goes down with the sun, and the darkness comes with the starlight, in addition to the beautiful night, there are many decays and sins that breed and spread.

There are many people who want to live in darkness forever, and they hate the light.

For darkness can hide their ugliness, and it can make them more depraved.

Money, women, wine, violence, blood, all these things that excite them are all in this darkness......

Paul Dicker is one such man who loves darkness and loves him to the point of madness.

He sits comfortably on a cigar and walks across the dance floor, his big hands sliding over the hot girl's writhing ass from time to time, the firm and elastic touch that makes him even more excited.

You see, the night is so wonderful!

Walking across the dance floor, ignoring too many kisses and hints, he made a beeline for the stairwell and straight for his office on the second floor.

Tonight he was going to meet a guest, and if the guest could bring him satisfactory news, he would pay a large sum of money for it.

He hates giving money to others!

Very nasty!

Pushing open the office door, he saw blonde hair first, and he hated blonde hair unless it was on a beautiful woman's head.

And a handsome guy with blonde hair is an existence he hates.

Because he wants women, he can only waste a lot of money except for violence. And these bastards with blonde hair, all they have to do is shake their hair.

See, God is so unfair.

When Paul turned to the front of the blonde man, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

The golden retriever pig in front of him with a blue nose and swollen face made him feel that God might sometimes open his eyes.

"Great Mr. Magician, can you tell me what's wrong with you, I remember that the road conditions around are very good, and there can't be a big pothole that can harm you like this."

Paul's tone was full of ridicule, after all, there are not many opportunities to ridicule an internationally famous killer.

Walker cursed someone secretly and gave him a cold look, "If you love to talk nonsense so much, I don't mind listening to it a little longer, I'm idle today." ”

"I can see that you are very idle, after all, this appearance is really not suitable for doing things. Let me guess, what's going on? Oh God, have you failed in your mission? ”

Walker nodded, signaling that he had guessed correctly.

"Although you are very good in the ranking, but you are just a small person, are you so weak that you can't even step on a small reptile?"

Paul could now save some money, but he was still angry.

When the boss asks him to spend money, but he doesn't spend it, it is easy to arouse the idea that the boss will spend it with someone else.

This terrible situation must not happen!

Little crawlers?

I wonder how angry that guy would be when he heard someone describe him like that, I guess......

Glancing at Paul, his fate should have been worse than falling into a pit, alas, but unfortunately he could not hear it.

Regarding this, Walker still feels very regretful, if Mengduo suffers alone, his mood will be a little better.

"Whatever he is, my mission has failed. According to the rules, I have to come and talk to you, even though I don't want to. ”

"Where's my deposit? Is it possible to hand it over? ”

Paul couldn't let a waste take his money.

"I'm sorry, the money spent on the props, I can tell you where the props are, they belong to you now."

What do I want a pile of garbage for?

Paul was very angry, and he also knew the bad taste of the guy in front of him, and did not doubt his words.

But such a large sum of money has become a pile of garbage for this guy, which makes him extremely unhappy.

"Mr. Magician, if you fail to perform, you will return your money, this is also the rule."

"As I said, everything belongs to you, those are your money, they just change their appearance."

Walker tried to convince someone who was too form-oriented.

"Oh hoo, I just love the way it is."

Paul still stood by his position that he wanted paper bills, not a pile of scrap metal.

"Then all I can say is sorry."

Walkor stood up and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Magician, do you want to just leave?"

Paul pulled open the drawer and pulled out a gun and pointed it at Walkerdo, something he hadn't dared to do before.

But a magician who turned into a pig's head, a killer who couldn't even deal with a small reptile, undoubtedly gave him a lot of courage.

Bang!

The gun went off......

Walktor gentlemanly waved his gun at Paul and put it back in his holster.

"I suppose you'd be happy to receive those props by now, Mr. Paul?"

Paul looked at the gun that fell to the ground in a daze, and then at the hand that was still trembling, and could only nod helplessly.

He sadly discovered that he was not as good as a small reptile.

"Goodbye!"

Walker walked away satisfied.

“Shit！”

Paul sat down in the swivel chair hatefully and began to knead~ his numb wrist.

"Would you like a drink? Maybe it's good for your hands. ”

A sudden sound sounded, and Paul immediately looked into the drawer, which was empty, telling him that his gun had just fallen to the ground.

But when he looked at the ground, it was empty. The cleaners he hired were dutiful, and the ground was bright enough to reflect his frightened face.

"Are you looking for this?"

There was a soft snap, and a gun appeared in his hand.

He quickly grabbed it, but before he could lift it, he put it down.

What use can someone else give to a gun in their hand?

"It's not too stupid."

Is this a compliment?

Paul thought with some uncertainty.

He looked at the Chinese man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were a little bitter.

The uninvited guest Paul was no stranger, and he still had his photographs in the drawer on his left, and the $500,000 he needed to dispose of it.

There were originally 600,000, but 100,000 have been turned into a pile of garbage by an unreliable magician.

"I think you should know who I am."

Paul nodded, proving that he was right, except that he didn't know how good he was.

"Then let's talk much easier, you know why I'm looking for you, right?"

Paul nodded, then shook his head again.

"Do you know or don't you know?"

Someone's gaze suddenly became sharp.

"I know, but I can't say that as a good employee, I have to keep secrets for my boss."

Paul was reluctant to explain to him that he hadn't explained a thing for a long time since he had been in this office, except for the boss coming over.

He was now hoping to become a pig's head like the magician, and maybe he would be able to escape.

"Rod and Waka, did those two idiots swim back?"

"Aren't they killed?"

"Why should I kill two smart people?"

This sentence reveals a lot of information, let me think about it.

All but two smart people were killed.

Only smart people will not be killed and can survive.

Did he mean that?

Am I, Paul, a wise man?

He couldn't help but glance at the gun on the table again...

"My boss is Sheril Kulihegen, who has a Korean friend surnamed Lee......"

People who live in the dark have a much better ability to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages than ordinary people, because they have suffered too much, and they have a lot of experience in how to avoid suffering.

Those who confess their secrets after torture are stupid, since they know that they can't keep secrets, why do they have to endure enough hardships to talk about it?

Paul's acquaintance saved his life again from suffering.

As for loyalty?

Only the living are qualified to consider this issue.

"What about the money used to kill me?"

Someone who got the news started to care about another issue.

"It's all here!"

Paul reluctantly pulled open a drawer.

Someone finds a bag and expertly sweeps away the money.

"I applaud your habit of using cash."

Your appreciation is so expensive!

Ignoring his resentful look, someone jumped up the window and waved.

"In order to take this money with peace of mind, I will kill myself one day in a hundred years."

The words are gone, only the window is still ......

Someday in a hundred years?

Good uncertain days......

Our boss must not be able to wait.

How can I mend my loyalty now?

If someone asks if you can buy loyalty?

Paul will tell you, yes!

Only $600,000......

It's so expensive~