Mo was stunned by this sudden scene. But the sound of gunfire immediately relieved him. Bullets struck him with a dense stream of bullets mixed with the glass in the window, and Paul, who had already collapsed in blood, rolled forward on the spot to the mahogany chair. This is the closest bunker to the house.

The gunfire finally stopped after nearly five minutes. Out of caution, Mo Beitian slowly picked up the cushion from the chair and threw it tentatively. When he was sure that the man who shot him had gone away, he quickly ran down to Paul. At this time, Paul's face was pale and lifeless. Mo Yitian stretched out his hand and probed under his nose, but he was no longer breathing.

Mo couldn't believe that the person who was talking to him just now had turned into a dead corpse in an instant. He hadn't experienced any of that at all. Even Xiaoxue's death was only seen in the video, and he didn't see a life disappear from his sight with his own eyes. It made him feel in vain. The feeling was strange, with a hint of sadness and resentment. He wasn't the one who killed Paul in anger, and he still didn't know who did it, maybe someone from the Seventh Department of the Republic, or someone else. He resented himself, he resented his insignificance, resented his ignorance, resented himself that he had not restored his friendship with Paul for a moment. Although for a time he did not believe Paul, it was only a suspicion. After all, Paul has been a good friend since he was a child, and even if he is really sorry for himself, it doesn't matter now.

At this moment he had gone to another shijie, a shijie who was dark and lightless all day long. That's what Mo Bangtian fears the most. He is afraid of the dark, of the unknown! If there is nothing after death, then he prefers to believe in a religion that has long been abandoned by the Republic. At the very least, these religions paint a picture of the beauty of the afterlife. That's a shijie full of light, a shijie that everyone will be satisfied with.

Mo sat slumped beside Paul's corpse, his thoughts sliding to the ground with tears. Another victim, this time he witnessed the tragedy happening with his own eyes. The relentless bullets were coming in from the window. This is the eleventh floor of the inn, and someone must have been ambushed here waiting to assassinate Paul. What Paul had to tell himself before he died must have touched someone's bottom line, so he was killed. But if the killer had been ambushed here a long time ago, what if Weishenme hadn't done it before he came? If it was really just to shut up Paul, shouldn't he wait until he told him the clue before shooting? The purpose of this killer does not seem to be as simple as simply killing Paul. Could it be that Paul was not the only target of the killer? Is it one of the goals? Is there anything in yourself that the person behind the killer is afraid of? If there is such a thing, the current conjecture is not unreasonable. According to this explanation, the mastermind behind it wanted to kill two people with one stone while Paul was with him, but he weishenme waited until Paul gave a clue before shooting? Could it be that he needs this clue too? Right! It must be like this. It seems that behind the mystery that Paul left behind should be a shocking secret. This secret may well be the truth of everything!

Paul, you won't die in vain! I'm going to have to find the answer to this third question! For you, for Xiaoxue, and for those who were deceived! Mo Zhitian held the note that Paul had left for himself tightly in his hand, and swore secretly.

It seems that it is necessary to make a trip to the capital. Finding the third uncle will solve the third problem. Mo Yitian glanced at the corpse of his best friend, hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and helped the deceased Paul close his round eyes with his hand. At this time, Mo was full of mixed feelings, his emotional side asked him to stay with his friends, but it seemed that the rational side warned himself that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, and he had to leave immediately, otherwise once the killer came to his senses, he would come to save the trouble!

Mo Yitian finally succumbed to his rational thoughts and left the room as fast as he could. He rushed out of the Ptolemaic Hotel, ignoring the innkeeper's surprised eyes, and ran all the way back to his place.

Seeing Mo Beitian with an anxious expression, Nazar wanted to ask more, but after thinking about it, he stubbornly pinned the words into his stomach. After so many days of getting along, the little boy has long understood Mo Yantian's character. Now, even if I ask him what happened, I don't think he will answer.

Nazar just watched Mo Yingtian hurry

Tidying up his luggage, he silently sorted out his things, and then sat on the big bed next to him and waited for Mo Zhitian to give the order to leave.

"Let's go!" Mo said after a busy time.

Little Nazar had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, he jumped out of bed, picked up his backpack and asked, "Where are we going this time?" ”

"Go to the capital! We're going to find someone! Mo replied firmly.

Meanwhile, in a café near the Ptolemy Hotel, Mike, wearing sunglasses, was talking to someone on his cell phone, and he cautiously whispered, "Well, they should all be dead." ”

"What does it mean that they should all be dead? Haven't you confirmed? The other end of the line asked.

"I don't think I need to confirm it, they must all be dead. If you don't worry, you'll know when someone comes from the hospital. Mike replied.

"Well, it's better to all die, or you're in trouble." The other end of the phone said.

Mack paused and asked, "By the way, what if the minister finds out about this?" He doesn't agree to do that, does he? And then there's the capital."

The tone on the other end of the phone became noticeably tougher when he heard the question, and he replied in a tone similar to reprimand: "Do you know that some things need to be changed?" Besides, we're working for the government! And you have to know who your real superiors are! ”

Mike broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, of course I understand." ”

"Well, it's good that you understand. In the future, as long as you work with peace of mind, you will have a chance to be promoted, you should know what I mean. Okay, that's it, contact me if you have any new information. He hung up on the other end of the phone.

Mike took a sip of the coffee on the table, squinted at his phone, and squeezed out three words in his mouth: "Old fox!" ”