Zhang Lan's calculations stem from the normal thinking of a person in power, and it is the most reliable operation to always keep walking on two legs. Besides, it's all dirty work, and it's best not to let them see each other.

Since Zhou Xian took the throne, the puppeteer is destined to be laid off, and he, like Zhou Xian, was brought to the hall by the red spider, and he did not die after touching the origin stone.

The difference is that Zhou Xian was too frightened to move, while the puppeteer was excited and took the initiative to rush forward, the first student to touch the Origin Stone.

He also has a gifted ability, and kills all his classmates in the hall who don't want to touch stones. The priest felt that the puppeteer was very similar to his own personality, except that he killed for food, while he did it for pleasure and excitement.

Such a perverted guy is not suitable for working on the open side, but can be used as a sharp knife hidden in the dark, extremely sharp.

So, the puppeteer was a person who had never been registered, who did not receive much benefit from the priests, who remained incognito, but who was extremely loyal.

Because he knew that only by following the priest could he kill with impunity, and according to God's will.

The person the puppeteer hated the most was actually Zhou Xian, because her appearance stole all the priest's love for him, and even asked the puppeteer to arrange a fake death, ending his life of serial killing.

It's been three years, three whole years, what kind of life is he living?

Early in the morning, in a trading company, other employees sat together in groups of three or five, discussing the upcoming Song of the Goddess Goddess Contest, and they were all pleasantly surprised by their idols. In one corner of the office, an accountant with a cluttered desk was crunching complex reports.

This was not his job, just because Liu Xiaohua next door said that he was unwell and could not complete it in two days, and bought a ticket for the final of the Song Shenji, so he could only ask the accountant brother to help.

And the owner of this data is now discussing Lisa's look this year with a ladyboy-like colleague.

Looking at the name tag on the table, the man who was sweating profusely because he couldn't enjoy the air conditioning because he was sitting in the corner was named Mo Yan, just like his name, the kind that couldn't speak a few words a day, and naturally became a customer who had no friends and was not treated well.

It's very angry that such a guy who doesn't know how to interact at all has a senior position in Atlantis' largest trading company, and he hasn't been fired for three years.

His supervisor had long seen him unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it, and the order from above not to let him go no matter what happened. The director only felt that this kid must have some handle from his superiors to be so lucky to stay all the time.

Director, a fat woman who walks with a face that sways up and down, trouble with him has become a kind of fun, after all, bullying honest people is far more fun than bullying cunning guys.

"Mo Yan, these are the two new plans, let's do it too." The director threw the thick plan onto Mo Yan's desk.

"But I still have five more to do." Mo Yan looked at the mountain of work, and it was almost the first time he had raised such a question.

"It's okay, it's just a few extra shifts, and you will be paid overtime anyway. Besides, do you want to watch the final of the Song of the Gods? The supervisor used her fat body to lie on Mo Yan's desk baffle, and she was really worried that she would crush the baffle at any moment.

"Got it." Mo Yan didn't speak again, put the newly received plan next to him, and continued to calculate.

The action of tapping the calculator was clumsy and full of resentment.

"Do you know how much you hate it? I obviously don't want to be a calculator, but I have to live here, can't I get out quickly? The director scolded viciously, such an extreme persecution of Mo Yan, just because the director wanted to arrange his son to take his place.

"I'll do it." Mo Yan continued to tap on the calculator.

The director returned to his office with disdain, and at that moment, the phone on Mo Yan's desk rang.

It was an old-fashioned flip phone that had been eliminated in Atlantis, and the ringtone of the 16th chord was unusual in the office, but Mo Yan, who heard this voice, was like a whole different person, and quickly pulled up the phone excitedly, and walked out of the office area with a tight cover, and then walked directly into the fat supervisor's independent office.

"Mo Yan? What are you doing?! The fat supervisor was taking off his coat, his sweaty shirt revealing his fat body, "Get out!" ”

"Shhhh Mo Yan raised a finger and motioned to the fat supervisor to shut up in front of his mouth.

The phone was connected, and the voice from the other end made Mo Yan take a deep breath, "Hello adults, the puppeteer is online." ”

"How have you been?" The priest asked on the other end of the phone.

"Life is hell without your orders." Mo Yan said bluntly.

"Then give you the task you want, go, get me Lisa, I'll wait for you in the banquet hall, she will be my dinner tomorrow night." The priest lied, he obviously gave this task to Zhou Xian, but he would not wait for Zhou Xian to do it at all.

Because Zhou Xian can't do it, she is too kind, and for the people she cares about, even if she does, she will leave indelible painful memories.

In order to protect Zhou Xian's emotions, the priest decided to let the puppeteer complete the task.

Mo Yan, who knew the priest's intentions better than anyone else, was full of jealousy of such a decision, but for a knife that had been sealed for 3 years, as long as it could be opened, it didn't matter if it stabbed a human, a dog or a pig.

The night after tomorrow was the sensational Atlantis final of the Song of God, but after Mo Yan's reply of "subordinates obeyed", Lisa never had a chance to step on the stage of the final.

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news." The priest hung up the phone.

"You...... Who were you talking to? The fat supervisor stood in his position and trembled, just because of the hideous smile that the corners of Mo Yan's mouth turned up.

"Lord Priest, it's been three years, and he's finally got me another job." Mo Yan wiped the sweat from his neck and wiped his messy hair back, revealing a handsome face.

"Are you working for the priests? Why did you never say it, Lord Moyan! The fat supervisor even changed the tone of his voice.

"No, in the past I worked for him, but now, I only live for myself, and the orders of the priest are the nourishment for my life, as long as he remembers me and calls me, he can save my withered world in an instant."

Mo Yan opened his arms and breathed deeply, as if even the air had become fresh at this moment.

"Congratulations to Lord Mo Yan! In fact, I have long seen that you are the dragon and phoenix among people, and the three or four difficulties in the past have only given you some small encouragement. The fat director said flatteringly.

"Do you know why I have to call in your office? Because there must be a reason for my killing, if it is not an order from the priest, it can only be because someone knows our secrets, did you listen carefully just now? As Mo Yan spoke, a bright ceramic scalpel naturally slipped from under the cuff.