The long ink-colored hair flowed quietly like a crow's feather, like a jade skin piled up with pear blossoms shining in the light.

The girl with the beauty of the country slept quietly on the bed, and the scarlet blood flowed down the infusion tube in her limbs.

Outside the window, the cherry blossoms are falling, and a few pale pink petals are dyed in the spring breeze, dancing in the air along the invisible wind spirit. The lingering and messy fragrance of fallen cherry blossoms floats, but there is no clear song of birds and shadows stopping on the treetops.

There was a deep mourning.

Nan Fusheng held Nan Zuisheng's soft water tightly, and the girl's slightly warm body temperature was his lifelong salvation at the moment. He gazed quietly at the girl's bleeding and pale face, whose picturesque eyebrows were still beautiful and dusty, but lifeless.

But he clearly knew that --- Nan was drunk and not dead.

A polite knock on the door was faintly audible, and the door to the ward was gently pushed open. Zero's delicate and picturesque eyebrows slowly appeared behind the door, he raised his eyes to look at Nan Fusheng who was sitting on the edge of the bed like a sculpture, and his eyes could not hide a light sigh of compassion: "Fusheng, Old General Nan, the head of the Nan family and Mrs. Nan are here." ”

He walked lightly to the bed, and his eyes were the color of white and snow. In the past, the ethereal and dusty, noble and elegant Miss Nanda is now sleeping quietly in the bed, and her long hair of Mo Yu is flowing along the curvature of the edge of the hospital bed, pouring smoothly on the soft white blanket laid on the ground.

"General Nan is losing his temper with the sheriff outside at the moment, and even the Northern War has to be reprimanded, and the fact that Miss Nan is seriously injured has alarmed the government, and the high-level has secretly sent people down to investigate the matter thoroughly. But strangely, only ordinary agents were dispatched, and it didn't seem to be as --- as the order suggested. ”

Zero gently placed a bouquet of roses in his hand on the side of the bed, and the pale pink rose petals exuded an elegant fragrance, which quietly soothed Nan Fusheng's tense emotions.

The delicate rose petals linger in the light of the clouds falling outside the window, and when you look at the angle of sitting upright in the south, you can see the infusion tube flowing with scarlet blood and the beautiful and dreamy roses complement each other, rendering a sweet and cold sinful atmosphere in the white and snow-covered ward.

The graceful man leaned over and gently pulled up the girl's ink hair, and carefully stacked it on the soft pillow: "That agent is not an ordinary agent, he is the widow left by his wife who survived the death of the iris that year. ”

Nan Fusheng recalled the moment when the detective disappeared, the gorgeous crystal lamp shattered under the aim of the bullet, countless prismatic fragments flew all over the sky, and the sharp sharp point flashed with a cold forest light in his eyes.

Then the blood sprayed against the walls with the smell of scarlet, and the solemn agent was plunged into his body by tens of thousands of prismatic fragments, and a bullet went through his abdomen from behind.

The drug-related underground kingdoms are filled with terrifying maniacs soaked in money, wine, and bloody guns, who have deliberately spared the agent's life after penetrating his abdomen. Immediately, in the noisy and noisy at the banquet, the dying agent was quietly robbed in a panic.

The death of Iris was too cruel and bloody, but compared to the so-called 'whereabouts unknown' disappearance of the detective, it seemed that the outlaws were soft-hearted.

Nan Fusheng still clearly remembers that when the police and the military department sent countless personnel to finally rescue the valuable detective, the bloody corpse was scarred and broken.

The detective's body did not have a trace of intact skin, and the terrifying madmen tortured him in every way, and even used countless cruel tortures born during the imperial power, ruthlessly ripping off the texture of the human body, exposing the white bones of the forest and breaking them.

The heavily armed police officers are the elite of the government's secret training in the barracks, and each of them is a brave hero who has emerged from the rain of bullets, but after facing the agent's mutilated body and the bloody and brutal blood-stained torture equipment, many of them are still pale and bent over retching.

The crystal salt grains revealed a salty breath that soaked the limbs and bones of the corpse, like a live fish that had been thoroughly salted, and its eyes widened unwillingly when it was about to die, staring at the clear and dustless sky with blank eyes but horrified.

"It turned out to be his ......" Zero Wenyan also recalled the tragic case with Nan Fusheng, the detective's mutilated body is still vivid, and the thick bloody gas lingers on the tip of his nose through distant memories, making him almost nauseous.

He couldn't help clenching his hands, and his waist-length long inky hair was tightly clenched in his palm by his narrow and slender fingers: "The high-level actually sent him down this time, is it ...... It's them again! Zero's phoenix eyes widened in disbelief when he suddenly realized, and there was a faint look of fear and disgust between his delicate eyebrows.

"Nine times out of ten." Nan Fusheng held the girl's soft palm and couldn't help but tighten his strength, he lowered his eyes and looked at Nan Zuisheng's quiet and beautiful face, and his deep and dark eyes stared at the girl's pale and dull lips.

The falling cherry blossoms outside the window, the light of the clouds refracted through the clear glass on the upright back of Nanfusheng, and suddenly stared at this man with a fluttering expression, and the faint glow of Hui Ze flowed on the other party's silver-gray suit, but there was a dark and unknown deep shadow.

Nine out of ten.

Zero chewed on the short but thrilling words in his mind.

He gently leaned over and picked up a glass of warm water resting on the bedside table, stared quietly at Nan Fusheng with low eyes and took out a cotton swab, his eyes were gentle and cherished to soak the cotton swab, and his movements gently and delicately moistened Nan Zuisheng's dry and pale lips.

"Floating." Zero Circulation looked at the girl who was sleeping quietly in the bed, and saw such a beautiful woman who was almost killed in the conflict of interest, he really felt distressed and pity: "Did you take out the bullet?" Zero looked solemn and threw out a most important question.

The hand that was soaking the girl's lips suddenly slammed, and Nan Fusheng's body suddenly burst out with bloodthirsty coercion: "No." ”

He almost gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the following sentence from between his teeth word by word: "The doctor said that the bullet has been specially designed and has been glued to the drunken texture, and if it is taken out rashly, it will make her ...... Utter death. ”

The slender cotton swab suddenly broke between the man's fingers, Nan Fusheng gritted his teeth and stared at the scarlet blood flowing in the infusion tube, and the bloodthirsty killing intent in his heart was unabashedly released at this moment.

"Isn't it ...... again? Death toll? Zero trembled slightly, and his originally low and charming voice condensed and slowly said that the terrifying terrifying weapon developed in the underground kingdom that had been hidden and operated --- the death number.

And the bullet that was fired into the body of the kite back then was the 'Death Four' in the death number.

The real deal.

It was only after Iris's extraordinary cruelty that the bullet shattered from within, shattering her internal organs and causing her to die a painful and hideous death. After witnessing the tragic death of his wife, Beizhan heard the coroner's words: "The blood of the human body is almost exhausted." "Almost went completely insane.

The pain of having their internal organs torn apart was beyond the limits of what mortals could bear, let alone a weak and beautiful woman like Iris? Moreover, until the last moment before her death, the delicate woman once again endured the torture of being crushed inside her body for the second time.

Therefore, the death toll is a secret that everyone in the shooting cases of that year has a secret in their hearts.

"After the bullet entered the drunken body, it stretched out a delicate mechanism in the flesh and blood, and bit the position above her heart." Nan Fusheng raised his eyes and stared at the blood dripping into the infusion tube, and a sharp cold light crossed his gorgeous phoenix eyes.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Nan Zuisheng's cheek, as if he was treating a precious and fragile jade, and his slightly cool fingertips carefully brushed the girl's delicate face: "That's their latest Death No. 9, which was secretly sold abroad and is known as the scythe of death." ”

The Scythe of Death, as the name suggests, does not take your life easily, but is like a ghost-like figure of the Grim Reaper, haunting you all the time, until the tormented person is in agony and his heart is dry.

Although life is still death.

This is what gives the 'Death's Scythe' its true meaning.

Zero pursed his ruddy lips, his clenched fists fell to his side and trembled slightly: "That eldest lady, she ......" He wanted to speak and stopped pursing his lips again, and his frightened eyes were fixed on Nan Zuisheng's gunshot wound wrapped in gauze.

"Wait." The man with a beautiful moon appearance narrowed his gorgeous phoenix eyes slightly, and a silver delicate pistol rested quietly on the bedside table.

Nan Fusheng held the soft wattle in his hand tightly, and his thumb unconsciously rubbed gently on the back of the girl's hand, and the white skin was soaked with a tear that he had slowly shed before, and it dried on the back of Nan Zuisheng's hand with the passage of time, leaving only a shallow and condensed touch.

"Uncle Nan...... What about Mr. Nan? And Mrs. Nan. Nan Fusheng retracted his previous intimate salutation without saying anything, lowered his eyes, and changed his expressionless face to a respectful and detached 'Mr. Nan'.

Zero sighed with imperceptible regret, how could he not understand the intention of Nan Fusheng's change of title if he was as smart as he was?

Although Miss Nanda's identity is hidden in the eyes of outsiders, she is just an ordinary scholarly family. But in the eyes of those of them who know the inside story, it is innate, and there is no doubt about the supreme nobility.

The shooting case in which Nan Zuisheng was seriously injured obviously alarmed the government, but it was also implicated, and even the government did not dare to act rashly.