John looked closely at the handsome face of the murderous professor, and it was difficult to relate to the demonic professor described in the news.

"You're the murderous professor." John confirmed again.

"It's true, I don't have to lie to you, it's all for science, how do these philistines know this." Dick confirmed.

"What is said in the news is true? Do you really use your students to do experiments to prove your theory? John asked, and John had a news report about the professor in his mind.

In the scientific community of Blue Star, suddenly a young genius sprang up, and at a very young age published a paper on dark matter. This paper did not attract the attention of the scientific community at first, and it was considered a scientific fallacy, and it was not published in a well-known scientific journal, but only on an unknown scientific website.

Until one day, a scientist inadvertently read the paper again and carefully demonstrated it, verifying the feasibility and accessibility of the paper. As a result, Dick's fame was so great that he was invited by many well-known research institutes to study at large expense, but he was just an ordinary college student at that time, and he was overwhelmed by the sudden fame. He had no experience dealing with these reputations.

The constant stream of news reporters, the newspaper reports one after another, and the C-position wherever he goes, gave him great self-confidence, and he was determined to go further and achieve greater scientific achievements. In addition to socializing, he spends almost all of his time researching.

However, scientific research is not as easy as he thought, and although the institute has invested a lot of money, he has never entered the country except to complete his original published papers. The brilliance of genius is also gradually losing its luster. The news media no longer followed his footsteps, and no one gathered around him anymore, and his surroundings were deserted.

It stands to reason that such an environment would be more helpful for scientific research, but for Dick, it would be disastrous. Over the years, he has become accustomed to the crowd, and his appearance in the C position is his highest moment, and now this kind of cold moment is not what he wants. He had to find a way to turn the situation around.

Soon, his blockbuster paper finally appeared, which also caused a sensation, and the press once again came to the scene. The title of this paper is "The Damage of Dark Matter to the Human Body", and the details in it are very detailed, and all the properties of dark matter are explained very clearly. This shows that he has studied dark matter and verified it.

The ability to make dark matter in a laboratory is remarkable and has been so meticulously proven. He once again caused a sensation in the scientific community, many countries invited him to give lectures, many research scholars came to him to exchange experiences, and his institute hired him as a tenured professor. The aura of genius came to him again.

A few years passed, he would always publish some blockbuster papers, he became the most important person in the Blue Star scientific community, and the peak of his life came ahead of schedule. However, these things come and fall even faster.

At a drinking party, he was taken away in public by the police on the grounds of a missing person, and the father of one of his female students reported to the police that his daughter had not been in touch for several months, and went to the school to look for him, saying that he had been suspended a long time ago, and that the school was empty, and that the police had filed a case for disappearance.

Since Dick was the schoolgirl's instructor and should have been the last person to come into contact with her, the police asked him to come to the police station to assist in the investigation. Returning from the police station, Professor Dick disappeared, and the police dug up several bodies under the ground of his laboratory, one of which was the missing schoolgirl. What Professor Dick argues in his papers is really the result of Dick's research done with living people.

Since then, the news media has given him a new title---- Murder Professor, a term that has become the focus of the news, and he has gone from being a genius to the object of the entire Blue Star Tart. John also knew the name of the murderous professor from the news. I didn't expect him to appear here today, he was in a private room in the hotel, and he took the way of kicking the door.

"Their description is not wrong, it is a necessary step towards scientific achievement, and it is worth it to sacrifice a few for the benefit of many more." Dick defended himself.

"You know I don't care about the dead people, I'm just trying to confirm some facts, I'm more concerned that you kicked my door out. You have to give me an explanation, since you have found me, you should also know my temper, I am still very reasonable. John approached Dick with a grimace on his face. Said viciously.

Undeterred by John's evil image, Dick leisurely took out a cigar, pulled out a fancy Zip lighter, lit it in style, and lit the chattering eggplant.

"You know, we're the same people, don't use your form in front of me," Dick said, spitting out a smoke ring that hit John's face. John's face receded sharply, still choking on Dick's cigarette. He is a non-smoker, so he reacts to the smell of smoke, and he stands up angrily.

"If you are so rude, I will break your neck, just like the woman in the bed, and you can only carry it out of this room," John spat and said hatefully.

"Don't get excited, who you are, of course I know, otherwise I would have looked for you, this time, I came to you for a big business", Dick said lightly. John lived here for three days, and the money on his body should be running out, and if there is an opportunity to make money, John will definitely not let it go.

"How big?" Sure enough, John heard that there was a big business to do, and the anger on his face disappeared instantly, his pockets were empty now, and he was just going out to make money, and now that he had the opportunity to make money, how could he let it go.

"If you make this business, you have everything, you say it's not a big business," Dick snorted John.

"It's so good, what kind of business? Is it murder? Which one, how many people to kill? John asked like a cannonball, since he made a lot of money, of course, the cost would be correspondingly large, he was a killer, and looking for himself was nothing more than killing people. If you make a lot of money, either people are very important, or it is difficult to kill, or if you don't have a lot of people, it's nothing more than these things.

"Don't kill this time". Dick's answer surprised John.

"Adventure, look for me, your brain is not bad, is it?" John pointed to his nose and said to Dick. He only knows how to kill, so he knows what kind of adventure to fish.

"We need you, you need your keen judgment and reflexes to your circumstances," Dick said, staring into John's eyes. Knowing that his merits were recognized, John was still a little complacent.

"And what price do you give?" John then asked, it is good to be taken advantage of, and the most feared thing is to be ignored, and someone who appreciates his merits will certainly not give up the opportunity to shout.

"This is the deposit, and after the task is completed, we will give three times this amount. Of course, if you're still not satisfied, we can talk," Dick said, taking out a large black pocket from behind him and handing it to John.

John opened the zipper of his pocket, and a pocket full of white dollars. John took out a wad of money, looked at it, and put it in his pocket, it was real money.

"Okay, that's it, I'll go with you," John said, putting the money on the couch. He picked up the phone and called the VIP customer service, he is a big spender, the hotel's service is not to say, he is equipped with a full-time service.

"Here you go". John made his request, and hung up the phone.

"What to do with the bed?" Dick said, pointing to the corpse on the bed.

"The hotel will deal with it later, the background of the hotel owners here is not simple, they can afford such a thing, otherwise I would spend so much money here, I am really stupid."

People like us, many of whom can earn but can't spend, hide in the dark, and if I want to live happily, then I have to feed them, and of course they have to take some risks and tie them to a rope, so that everyone is safe, isn't it? John said sinisterly.