"Tick, tick."

The sound of water droplets falling little by little echoed in the empty and quiet room, and the slight sound could be infinitely amplified every time it fell. It's quiet, so to speak, it's silent, as if it's cut off from the outside world, and nothing of the world outside the house, the sound outside the house, can be transmitted to it.

The whole room was pitch black, except for a gap in the window, and a little sunlight shone through the ground, showing a small piece of light.

With the help of this light, a man can be seen sitting on a wooden stool, lying on the table, as if asleep. Only the sound of the water droplets, little by little, very regular, almost like a watch engraved on the clock.

"Tick, tick."

A bright red mark on the ground became more and more obvious, and in the dim environment, carefully distinguished, the color that was gradually revealed by the light was actually a pool of blood. On the top of the pool of blood, drop after drop of blood fell from the air, splashing in the pool of blood, and a few small splashes of water spread out in all directions, falling on the ground not far from the pool of blood, becoming the tiny blood spot that was not noticed.

More droplets of blood became part of the pool of blood, and the pool of blood on the ground undetectably expanded a line towards the surroundings. I don't know how much time has passed since such a pool of blood, and how many drops of blood have gathered, which has become the most conspicuous mark in the room now.

Look at the man lying on the table, who seems to be sleeping, but it turns out that he is dead. His face was extremely pale, and because of the loss of blood and the passage of time, his whole face appeared an iron blue color. His mouth was open, and at that moment before he died, he must have wanted to say something, and I don't know if he shouted.

But in the wide-open eyes that had long lost their brilliance, there was still a kind of surprise and despair that could be felt, but I also knew the result. Before he died, he wanted to say something, or to warn him, or to cry for help, but he couldn't get a word out.

For when he learned that there was a man standing behind him, when the cold, thin blade cut through his skin and felt the cold, he died. Not a word, not a word, not a superfluous voice came out, and he died.

This kind of death can only be caused if the man is touched in the back without being aware of it. The red wound on the neck, which was only like a silk thread, showed this, it was difficult for any attack to cause such an injury, and only from behind could it kill a person so easily.

He didn't resist, he didn't notice, and it should be said that he couldn't resist at all, and he couldn't detect it. The person who can touch the person behind him without a person noticing it naturally has a way to easily take his life.

It was so simple, crisp, and he maintained a posture of lying on the table with his back to the door, and even if someone walked into the room, all they saw at first glance was the figure of a man sleeping on the table.

The only thing that is not simply is probably the person who killed the man, so that the man knew the fact that he was about to die before he died. This kind of bad taste seems to be a kind of cat-and-mouse banter, otherwise with the ability to quietly touch the back of others, wouldn't it be easy to make a person not even know how he died and not perceive the coming of death?

Silence, which could never have been possible in this inhabited house. But I don't know when, the dead man in the house died, and the only sound left behind was a kind of death noise.

Outside the house, there was the sound of footsteps, from far and near, and at last, the footsteps stopped, and stopped in front of the house. The next moment, the door of the house was pushed open with a "creak", and the light outside, from the crack in the door, to the complete opening, finally dispelled most of the darkness in the house.

Another man, who appeared in the light, withdrew his hand and stepped into the room. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw his companion lying on his stomach with his back to him, lazy and napping.

His brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but speak: "Ding Hai, what the hell are you doing, and you can't get up yet?" At the same time, his other foot, already raised, landed in the house.

The man who did not receive an answer from his companion frowned even more, but his expression never changed, and his brow never relaxed again.

Just as he completely stepped into the house, at that moment, his head was completely separated from his body and separated from his body. Blood splattered wantonly, spilling the red liquid all around, and even the beams in the house were stained with a lot of blood.

The man's head fell and rolled around on the ground a few times, and his entire face was stained with a lot of dust, coupled with the presence of blood, which made it difficult for him to maintain his original face. Eventually, his head stopped rolling forward and stopped, right next to the table where the man was lying on his stomach in the room.

The cloudy eyes were very coincidentally aimed at the location of the pool of blood, the pool of blood that he had not noticed. In fact, as long as his gaze shifted down a little, he could notice this anomaly, which could be called a warning pool of blood. It's just a pity that when he saw his companion lying on the table, he didn't pay attention, but thought that his companion was lazy, so he died.

"Bang." The headless corpse that had lost its head fell down, stirring up dust in the room.

Above the place where the corpse was lying down, a transparent silk thread hovered over it, and only the trace of the blood could make people see the existence of this silk thread. It was hung in front of the door, very close to the door, not far from the threshold, and as soon as one stepped in and continued to move forward without noticing, it would be cut by the thread.

Not to mention, the position where the silk thread hovered was exactly at the height of the dead man's neck. There is almost no protection in the neck, there is no bone, and if it is replaced by other parts, no matter how sharp the silk thread is, when it cuts to the bone, it will stop and not move an inch. But if it is the neck, it is deadly enough, no matter who it is, even if the neck is not completely cut by the silk thread, even if it is just a throat, there is no way to survive.

Not to mention that the man whose body was separated was the whole body separated, and no one could survive this kind of injury. Even Lu Bu, a representative figure of the top armed forces, will die so much that he can't die anymore.

Compared to his companion who could realize that he was about to die for a moment before he died, this man's death was so sudden that even he was afraid that he would die like that when he didn't know that he was going to die. Even his expression did not change in the slightest, his brows were still tightly furrowed, and there was still dissatisfaction with his companion before he died, which should be called a misfortune.

But he was probably lucky, unlike his companion's extreme fear before death, he didn't have the slightest feeling for death at all. It was just that all of a sudden, just enough to feel the strange sensation for that moment, not enough for his brain to process the message, he died.

In the distance, Meng Xingsoul walked slowly on the street, no different from other strangers walking on the streets of Luoyang. His hands were extremely clean, and the five fingers of his hands were slender and white, looking like works of art. This is the only part of Meng Xingsoul's body that is different from ordinary people, but it is not noticed, and only a very small number of people will notice other people's hands.

A killer, walking in the shadows, dancing on the tip of a knife. Meng Xingsoul's hands are used to manipulate the tip of the knife, and at the same time, it is also a necessary tool for him to dance on the tip of the knife without damage.

Yes, hands are tools, and any part of the body is also a tool, and a killer will always use all tools, even his own body, to achieve the purpose of killing. Therefore, when necessary, a certain part of the body can be discarded. It's just that Meng Xingsoul hasn't encountered a target that allows him to give up a certain part.

The only thing that made him give up everything, including his own life, was probably the only one that could be done! That kind of person almost makes a killer like him helpless, and there is nothing he can do.

Meng Xingsoul stopped, and in front of him was a very ordinary pawnshop, very ordinary. This kind of pawnshop does not have a thousand in Luoyang City, but there are also eight hundred, but the pawnshop in front of him is the most distinctive among the eight hundred pawnshops.

This pawnshop is a branch of the killer building in Luoyang City, and the pawn is money, but there will be no chance of redemption. Because those are all dead pawns, what this pawnshop runs is someone else's life, and it dominates the power of life and death. As long as you have the money, then you can post a quest at any time and have the killer house kill the target you want to kill.

The reputation of the killer building is not enough, and the business of the pawnshop is also not good, and there are few customers. At least when Meng Xingsoul was standing in front of the door, no one would notice this ordinary pawnshop, let alone be a customer. I'm afraid that none of them know that this ordinary pawnshop on a remote street is a deep place in the shadows.

But it doesn't matter, the killer industry itself is not open for three years, and it will be open for three years. What's more, the existence of the Killer Building has appeared in the eyes of some people with a heart, and those people are all big customers. So even if each branch doesn't have much business, the killer building can keep itself running and wait for the business to come to the door.

You must know that no matter what period, at which point in time, and on which land, as long as people can survive and reach places, there will be no shortage of imperial people. Not to mention the killers in the killer building, there are many people who can live extremely nourishing when they have no tasks.

Meng Xingsoul raised his feet and walked towards the pawnshop. When he received the mobilization order, he was in a gap period without a task, so he quickly rushed to Luoyang City. The last time I received a mobilization order, it was when Zhang Jiao was besieged, and at that time, their mission failed, and the strength of all the killers who participated in the siege also decreased to varying degrees.

Meng Xingsoul was the same, it took him a long time to regain his strength. For this mobilization, of course, he is very much looking forward to it, and it will definitely not be fear, as a killer, he is used to killing, and he must also get used to being killed. As long as you can hone yourself and never give up the pace of progress, then one day, those who cannot be killed, and the goals that were once out of reach, will become prey and be hunted by him in the end.

All along, Meng Xingsoul has not given up his own tempering, after he entered Luoyang City, he happened to meet a figure in an old rival organization, so he followed all the way and found the other party's foothold. He quietly solved the target from behind, and deduced that this house was definitely not just inhabited by two people based on the placement of various furniture and various items in the house.

Meng Xingsoul then laid a trap, even if his reasoning was wrong, other members of the other organization would choose to check when they noticed that something was wrong. And at that time, whether his trap works or not, it will leave an indelible memory for the other party.

After all, it's just a gadget, as if there are countless accidents in this world, and even the most powerful and thoughtful killer can't make a plan seamless. In other words, even if the situation is seamless, countless accidents are conceived, and various responses are prepared as a result, there may be an unexpected accident.

Even if the trap couldn't kill anyone, or if it was detected by someone, and it didn't even bring a slight injury, Meng Xingsoul would not be disappointed.

Although he really doesn't like accidents, he has a strong heart to withstand accidents.

As soon as he stepped into the pawnshop, Meng Xingsoul felt several lines of sight sweep over, but they were all touched and closed. The only sight left was fixed, and its owner was walking quickly towards Meng Xingsoul.

"This guest, do you have any business to take care of?" The young man who looked like an apprentice asked.

"Cloud." Meng Xingsoul replied simply.

In the killer building, there is a unique code language to prove identity, and only the code words can be received by the branch personnel. And this code word is not fixed, but changes according to the seasons and the time.

The killers who can't remember will always remember, because it's a matter of their lives.

Of course, after this code word is right, it is only a preliminary trust. After that, he had to show his own identity in the killer building before he could be completely trusted by the personnel of the branch.

The apprentice who heard this word turned around without any hesitation and walked towards a small door on the side, while Meng Xingsoul followed directly. They won't have extra conversations, and they shouldn't have them.

As long as his identity is thoroughly proven in the next part, then Meng Xingsoul's life in Luoyang City should not be boring, at least before waiting for others to gather, he still has some time to do the commission in the Luoyang City branch.

(End of chapter)